<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CkkwQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natasha Romanoff<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Black Widow<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Tower Living Quarters, Fitness Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:05 am, Friday<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Tony<br/><hr/><br/>Natasha leaned back nonchalantly against the ropes and rolled her eyes up at the ceiling while Tony made his usual smart-ass remarks, but behind her casual body language, she was already feeling irritated and beginning to get riled up. It was as if the man had managed to summarize everything that was so reprehensible about him in a few short sentences. He was being cute and half-joking as usual, but still, the way that he really thought deep down shone through with perfect clarity in Natasha's eyes.<br/><br/>Everything was always about him, and even when it wasn't, Tony had to try to make it seem like it was. He actually<em>was</em>pretentious enough to truly mean it when he said that the first and foremost goal on Loki's mind was to destroy him in particular. And yet somehow almost everyone just seemed to love him for it, as if he was somehow endearing rather than nauseating. Hell, even Natasha had almost gotten reeled in by his bizarre spell before the truth suddenly hit her and she began to see clearly again.<br/><br/>Well, she would make today<em>all</em>about him, , so he'd be happy to know that he wouldn't be lacking for any of the attention that he seemed to crave so badly. Without so much as a warning or a 'go', Natasha pushed herself off of the ropes to meet him in the center of the ring and executed a lightning fast roundhouse kick to Tony's ribs, getting under his guard easily enough. She bounced back a step after that first strike, choosing not to follow up on it, but it should have been a pretty clear indication to Tony that the training wheels had been ripped right off and that today's session was going to be just a bit different than their previous ones.<br/><br/>"Coffee wasn't enough to wake you up?" Natasha taunted, taking a figurative jab at her opponent's inferior speed and reflexes.