Tony didn't go down easy (in most contexts. In some, he was infamously willing and, Tony would say, quite talented). Raven's little shove was met with just the curl of a smirk, and Tony cocking his head, is that the best you can do? Of course he had the advantage, leverage against the side of the pool while she had none, but he gave it up to grab her thighs again. Fighting against her skirt, heavy and billowing in the water, he dragged her closer as she shoved him under, pushing to bring her with him. Before he ran out of breath, he had to wrestle her quickly so she was the one backed up against the wall and he had her pinned with one hand gripping the pool's edge again over her shoulder, the other still splayed under her thigh to hold her, and the water still churning and lapping around them from the effort as Tony tried to shake it from his hair and catch his breath. He barely had when he huffed his last laugh and closed what bare inches were between them for a wet kiss, her skirt still unsettled below, fluttering to tickle his stomach and make Tony bow his back.