<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Better," Bucky complimented.  He stepped forward and corrected Peter's form again, moving his foot slightly, twisting the hand that held the knife.  "Natalia, be our enemy -- "<br/>
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"--not on your life--"<br/>
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"--pretend to be the enemy, you pedantic dame."  Bucky shot her a look that was half amused, half irritated.  "Try it again, Peter.  You have to aim lower on her, because she's a tiny thing."  His lips quirked.  "Though she be but tiny, she be fierce."<br/>
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Natasha readied herself in a defensive crouch.  "I'm not sure if I'm flattered or weirded out that you're quoting Shakespeare, Yasha."<br/>
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Tony snorted, his eyes on the teaching session though he was also listening to Steve.  "Is there much in common between knife fighting and flinging the shiny frisbee around?"</span></span>