[It's the most accurate assessment she can think to give; her fighting style, especially lately was designed to take on crowds, clear an area. She was graceful and brutal, though she'd admit she'd gotten soft in some ways. She was used to having a man that never missed that watched her back from a building twenty stories up, or the way she and Steve knew how to move around each other in a fight.

She was used to being rely on things more than just herself, and it's part of why she pushes herself so hard here: there's no one watching when she overcommits, pushes too deep. But she catches that slight twitch of a smile, and it warms her expression, puts a certain brightness to her eyes as he catches his breath.]

I can only imagine. [And she can, a little bit. Maybe not what it's like for him, but she can imagine Tony here, without his armor, without Jarvis, and she did his operational analysis and personnel report, she knows how poorly he'd take it.] I miss my gear and it wasn't even a suit of space armor. Also my guns. I really miss my guns.

[There's that curl of a smile at the praise.] It's like you said; I'm getting used to it, a little at a time. First time I tried sparring with someone here it didn't go so well. But I think there just might be hope for my record yet.