<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"If you break my kid, I'm going to be seriously pissed," Tony said mildly to Natasha.<br/>
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"I will not break our spiderling," Natasha promised.  She reached out to adjust Peter's hold on the knife, her hands sure but gentle.  "There, feel the different in weight there?  It must be balanced in your grasp."<br/>
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Bucky admired Natasha's form -- not in any way that was sexual, but with the satisfied pride of a teacher whose student has done well.  "She might be you, punk -- she can't beat me unless she cheats."<br/>
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"I don't cheat," Natasha retorted.<br/>
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"You do."  Bucky wasn't bothered by that -- he'd taught her how to do that, too.  "Now you try and strike me with it, Peter."  Bucky took a defensive position in front of the teen.  "Show him the strike, Natalia -- slowly.  Watch her feet -- your toes should always point where you're going to send the knife, yeah?"<br/>
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Tony leaned back on his heels and glanced at Steve.  "He really teach you all that?  How old were you?"</span></span>