<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Christ, you remind me of Stevie," Bucky muttered.  "A'right, kid."  Bucky tossed him a practice knife.  "Get a feel for it -- Stark weighted these to match real blades, and he hopefully won't skin me alive for hurtin' ya if we use these."<br/>
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"Oh, I might anyway," Tony said from the doorway.  "But that's just for form."  He strode into the gym, looking from Peter to Bucky.  "Knives, really?  When you could have all the lasers you wanted?"<br/>
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Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically.  "Lasers can fail, Tony.  Knives never run out of bullets -- or power."<br/>
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Bucky picked up a second practice knife, tossed it up in the air, and caught it perfectly.  "Are you prepared to show him how it's done, Natalia?"<br/>
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"Always," Natasha agreed.  "Must we use the dull ones?"<br/>
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"I ain't bleedin' for this," Bucky retorted.  "Use the practice blade, or Stevie'll take it outta both our hides."</span></span>