he who hesitates is toast

Once again – like always – Steve does the thing that no one else can do, and before she knows it, she's vaulting lightly over the railing and running, gravel scattering under her shoes, barreling into both of them to put her arms around both.

There's just enough left of her sanity to hope he doesn't see this as an attack, but she's not trying to pull him and Steve isn't trying to grapple him. She has one arm around him and one around Steve and she presses her head to someone's shoulder, shuddering as her fingers grip into the cloth of someone's shirt.