He just sat quietly, sharing her company. All he needed was Natasha's presence really, though he did eventually take hold of her hand. Steve couldn't help himself. His fingers curled around Natasha's and he lifted it, gently extending her arm towards him. His other hand stroked the back of it slowly. He just . . . needed to have some contact. Steve knew that Natasha really thought she was dead and he wanted to . . . make it better somehow. Or something.
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He just sat quietly, sharing her company. All he needed was Natasha's presence really, though he did eventually take hold of her hand. Steve couldn't help himself. His fingers curled around Natasha's and he lifted it, gently extending her arm towards him. His other hand stroked the back of it slowly. He just . . . needed to have some contact. Steve knew that Natasha really thought she was dead and he wanted to . . . make it better somehow. Or something.