"Good. I promise I won't try to ravish you. I'll stick to just stroking your hand."

He glanced over at Natasha with a soft smile, still absently drawing his fingers along the back of her hand. Steve turned it over, exposing her palm, and trailed his fingers over that as well. It wasn't meant to be seductive or sensual, it was just . . . contact. He wanted so much to hold her close, stroke Natasha's hair, offer all that comfort he knew she'd never take. But so far, she was allowing him to have her hand, and that would have to be enough.