The stomach punch caught Tony by surprise, and it knocked the breath briefly out of him, enough for him to close his eyes for just a second -- but in that second, he forgot whom he was sparring against and thought C'mon, Happy, that's the kind of dirty thing I'd do, before he opened his eyes and remembered: not Happy, not boxing, it was fair game.
Tony's face fell (again, another second) before it set into a blank focus, and his stance changed again, back to more of what STeve had taught him, of what Tony had learned from here in Bete Noire; his arms lowered to chest level and when he dashed forward he kept his upper back back and swept his foot into Steve's knee. It'd never knock the Captain down, but the intent was there, taught by Steve and to be applied against a more movable target.
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Date: 2013-09-11 05:43 pm (UTC)Tony's face fell (again, another second) before it set into a blank focus, and his stance changed again, back to more of what STeve had taught him, of what Tony had learned from here in Bete Noire; his arms lowered to chest level and when he dashed forward he kept his upper back back and swept his foot into Steve's knee. It'd never knock the Captain down, but the intent was there, taught by Steve and to be applied against a more movable target.