Steve reached for her but stopped before touching her. His left had looked raw and oozy, but the fingers flexed well enough. His right arm and hand though . . . well. When he'd shoved off the demons, they'd left, and allowed him to keep all that damage. Thankfully, his body was already working on it, but it was going to take a long time to heal on its own. And it was ugly. He kept that arm slightly out to the side and behind his body, doing his best to hide it.

He reached again, almost touching Natasha's cheek with his better hand, but not quite. No one wanted to be touched by that nastiness, "You're sure? You're ok? It looks like it scarred . . ."