Tony gave him an almost-imperceptible nod. He shifted his feet into the fighting stance and rose his fists, gauging the best way to attack, lower his target's defense and strike a weak point: those months of sparring hadn't been for nothing, and now he had Happy's teachings from home, too.

Happy. Home.

Pepper.

His fists tightening unconsciously, Tony darted forward to the right in a feint, but then spun to the left and reared back his elbow to deliver a concentrated, quick jab at Steve's collarbone.