He had no taken up any of the others challenges for a spar, fought only Steve for the time being. His indifference only seemed to antagonize Tony a bit, but really he was using missions to study up on everyone else before he decided the best way to engage them in any sort of combat. He knew some would be difficult and others he could best if he applied himself well and with the tricks of his trade. Perhaps someday soon he would take on Thor or Tony who would be the hardest in his opinion.

He struggled hard, the plates of his arm shifting under Steve's grip as it settled more into combat mode, but he couldn't get it free with their current twisting struggling position. He had to suddenly uncurl a leg to try to catch the bed, but he underestimated the slick sheets and his heel just slid as he was flipped to his back. His right hand flew up to seize at Steve's throat, but there was a sudden strange warmth that flared when Steve's heavier body landed on his own. He couldn't explain it, but it felt... good.