"Expect it?" he finishes - in German, distasteful or not.

He spins on one leg to evade the kick, letting it flow past him, and uses the motion to slam the flat of his metal palm toward the book she's still holding like a shield.

"Run, yes, when you have no other option, but better than to run is for them to not see you as a threat, Romanova. You can make them believe it; then they will never think to look - and will never see your attack coming."