<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/1/2008/08/downeynewer_def.flv.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Iron Man<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Level - Sparring Room<br/>  <strong>Time:</strong> 7:04AM Friday<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> <strong>Natasha Romanov</strong></span></span><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">      <strong>"I am the most punctual person in the world; unfortunately for the rest of world, they don't exactly operate on my schedule."</strong> Stark said matter-of-factly before taking another sip of his hot coffee, as if the ridiculous remark was actually serious.<br/><br/>     Tony watched her climb into the ring then, his eyes briefly lingering in places they probably had no business lingering. It was difficult for him to peel his eyes away, given what she was wearing; but by the time she had turned around to face him his eyes were already locked on hers. Tony grinned at her offering. The witty banter that went back and forth between the two almost did him more good than the technical training she was giving him - or "ass-kickings" as she liked to call them. It put him in a very good mood and he honestly felt like he got a lot more work done on those days - despite the fact that one appendage or another was bandaged up or impaired by a bag of ice.<br/><br/>     He took another sip of his coffee before setting it down and making his way towards the sparring ring. <strong>"You seem much more sprite than usual."</strong> he quipped as he leaned onto the raised floor of the ring and rolled under the bottom rope. He stood up and grabbed his wrist wraps that were draped on one of the corner posts and quickly wrapped up each wrist tightly. He stepped forward more towards the center of the square and in Natasha's direction and bounced lightly on his feet a couple of times.<br/><br/>    <strong> "But if I could start every day by beating someone as great as Iron Man into the mats I'd probably pretty spirited as well."</strong> He laughed, <strong>"Your morning routine is Loki's life-long quest."</strong> So he was fanning up his ego a bit, that or he was trying to get under Natasha's skin - which was virtually impossible. He had no doubts she pummeled him even harder the more he annoyed her, but in a weird way he enjoyed it. He knew she was making him better, smarter, and more experienced as far as combat was concerned - it hurt at the time, but physical wounds always healed eventually. <br/></span></span></div>