That squeezed the breath out of him, making Tony press her back harder against the wall for some relief either out of surrender or enough prolonged discomfort. He tipped his head back at the sound of her voice, sure he could fight off one hand if it went for his throat, the other trapped between them with her knuckles digging into his spine. They were close enough to kiss and Tony showed her his toothy smirk, only a little warped from the stress. Sounded like fun to him. At least until she struck his shoulder.
He let it drop, grunting, not even used to that kind of direct impact, eyes screwed shut but still reacting impulsively. He rocked away from the wall just enough to knock her back into it and rattle her loose before flipping her over his head to the floor at his feet.