Mia had improved, steadily, with a rough scrappy style that was undeniably effective. For Tim, Mia was a problem to spar with. Most opponents he came against were pretty fixed to a style. He could figure them out, plan ahead, beat them by using their style's weaknesses against them.
But Mia didn't think about style. She just grabbed out of her hat without thinking and went, naturally grabbing the tool that was going to get the job done. For Tim, it was the worst match. A master in one style he could beat every time. Mia...
The fist he blocked was a definite Ted move. The kick was from Canary. Her attempt to grab his leg was Connor. When she dodged his strike, he saw Dick's fancy footwork. She saw his strike coming because she knew his style, had sparred with him and knew how to counter, then she was suddenly in his space and he felt her elbow in his ribs (Ravager's martial style) and Tim had to twist to avoid the strike heading up toward his nose (Oliver's move?). It was slow motion watching the heel of her hand brush past his nose, I can't plan with her, only react--I should be better than this. Regain the initiative, Tim! His hands snapped around her forearm and he attempted to throw her.
Connor had his arms part folded, an index set on his chin as his green eyes watched the fight with interest. He was aware of the motions beside him though, could feel the eager energy radiating from the younger.
"Black Widow? No, I haven't worked with her yet. I've only seen her in passing, so I can't really relate any stories on her." The missions the Widow took on were not missions Connor was allowed or given. He had a strict code, and Steve respected that code and was very picky in assuring the missions he picked for Connor would not compromise that. It was the stipulation they all understood. "Apologies. Even if I had, I don't think I'd be able to relate them. She's a very high ranking agent." Which meant also that few got the debriefings of what she did on her missions.