Steve looked away to hide the pain on his face. Suffer with Natasha, knowing he was the cause of the invisible slashes, or do the damage himself. What a choice. He pushed up onto his feet slowly and retrieved the knife. Steve dropped to the floor again and reached for Natasha's hand, planning to do as little damage as possible.

"Which . . . which sin? And where . . ." His voice broke and he stopped trying to speak, glancing at her with shadowed eyes.