Natasha dances around the kick to her knee, protective of her mobility, but she tries to block the blow coming toward her face. A minor miscalculation. She wasn't expecting Alex to be as strong as she is. Strong, sure, but not this much—and she's still not used to the time it takes her now to heal. A few bruises won't slow her down, and she recovers immediately, but it's something she'll have to be careful of.

And if she needed a reminder not to go easy on the girl, she has it there.

Changing tactic, Natasha grabs Alex's arm in a tight grip and twists, grappling instead of punching.