he who hesitates is toast

He flinches as her arms go around him, instinctive in his attempt to keep her from touching the metal of his left arm which he'd been trying so hard to keep from her since - since waking up, since Steve had woken him up - only for the very flinch to bring him more deeply into her embrace.

The low moan that escapes him is not unlike the sound of a wounded animal in pain. His right arm goes around her waist, and he lowers his face to her shoulder to hide as he tries desperately to get control of himself.