As Clint started things with his traditional right cross, Natasha smiled, deciding to try something a little different for once. Her traditional response was a quick pin - a twist that used the hook as leverage, allowing her to swing herself up and around and pull him down by his neck. It was always a freebie pin, and she was in the mood for a different kind of challenge.
When his right block came out, she kept hold of his hand, blocking and sweeping laterally at his feet. Although the natural momentum from his fall led him towards his back, she used his arm to jerk him forward, twisting his arm behind him and following him down as he fell.
Her smirk, she was sure, was audible as she leaned down to his ear. "One, two, three, four..."