Weaving Webs - Peter and Natasha
Natasha started to move, using her skills against a dummy she’d unhooked from the wall. Peter was watching her and admittedly, he performed the same movements as she did, not as practiced but she recognised flexibility he used just from jumping from building to building.
Then he ruined it. “So, um, did you ever name any of the moves in your repertoire? Can I expect to be taken down by the Eight-Fold Taratula Atemi? Ooh, maybe the Woven Orb Onslaught Pin?”
Rolling her eyes, she turned her movements on Spiderman, gripping his wrist and pushing him firmly against the dummy. “NO, I don’t name my moves. Did anyone ever tell you, you can be annoying when you can’t keep your mouth shut?” Letting go of him, she smirked. “Tell you what, why don’t we spar directly instead? That way you have to keep your mouth closed while fighting.” What was this kid, Tony Stark’s bastard son?
"Sure, but if you think I'm any quieter whilst fighting, well..." he mumbles in reply, before noticing Natasha's expression. "However, I think I can make an exception. Just this once. For the international super assassin. Who I don't want to piss off. Shutting up now."
He steps a few feet away from Natasha, performing another quick set of stretches.
"Oh, um, one last thing, we only using the moves you just showed me, or is it anything goes? Y'know, within reason."














