She kept reminding herself that this was no longer Tony Stark. It was not the man she knew, not even another version. This was some sort of perversion.
Natasha let him come at her. She had the advantage when things were up close and personal. When he got close enough she dropped and charged forward, aiming a punch directly at the center of his chest and at the glowing circle.
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