She hadn't expected him to pick her up, but she should have, since it was entirely his style. He was taking care of her, protecting her the only way he could, and if that wasn't Steve Rogers, then she'd been completely wrong about him. Protecting people was what he did, and he didn't need a shield to do it.

Keeping her arms tight around his neck, she only distantly noticed that he did something behind her, picked up something and took it with them to the couch. It wasn't until she was safely in his arms on his lap that she began to really relax, letting her muscles loosen so maybe she could stop shaking quite so much. After a short while of just sitting there, breathing and holding on to him, she said very softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose it like that." Her throat ached from all the crying she'd just done, and there was a distinctive croak to her whisper.