He's not so bad himself. He's quite handsome, actually, even for the way people brought into this city tend to skew toward incredibly pretty. Natasha likes a man who knows how to handle himself, and she likes a man with issues. Issues are her bread and butter, they help her keep distance, twist people around and manipulate them into giving her what she wants without giving up anything she doesn't want to.

When he bucks up, she's not expecting it. Or, no, that's not correct. She's not expecting it to be so strong. She's got a good grip on him, she's strong herself (her thighs in particular are basically a vice), his arm has got to be going numb, and she just slammed him face first into the floor. She's impressed, which means she's still smiling, even as he manages to throw her off of him and into the wall. She hits the metal hard, because fuck, he's like a freight train. She can feel the elevator car shudder with the force he puts behind that move, and it hurts, and it helps.