"I learnt to," she agreed with him. "Endurance comes with training, strengthening to exceed your limits." She continued to spar and deflect his attacks, repeating a move until he caught on and improved. When he offered to make dolls in her likeness, she scowled, good humor slipping a bit. "And how many men of our team are you making toys of? Or is it just the women you prefer to belittle and objectify?" She rolled her eyes and then tossed him over her shoulder, not holding back for just a moment. "The answer is no. I am no one's plaything, Stark. Focus on your training."