Ouch

Natasha quirked a brow. "You okay down there, Rogers?"

Steve grimaced, rolling into a sitting position. The situation seemed secure enough for the moment that he could spare the moment to recover. "I'm good."

"You don't sound so good. You know you shouldn't sneak up on me like that."

"I didn't want you to run off without saying hello again."

Steve shook his head, pulling himself gingerly to his feet. "Ouch. There's dirty fighting, and then there's dirty fighting. I guess you’ve been schooled in both."

She tossed her hair, her expression neutral. "Why do you think I wear stilettos?"