"You know I don't." She comes around to stand in front of him, reaching for his hands as she looks up into his face. Even he, the supersoldier, shows the marks of a fight with the man now known as the Winter Soldier, and she knows that, like her, the worst injuries aren't even visible. "I don't want to hurt him. I don't even want to restrain him, even though he... "

She drifts off, then squeezes his hands to come back to herself. "If hurting him a little now means saving him in the long run, then we might have to make that choice. Even though it'll hurt us, too."