She's not moving. He's scared. He can't help it. The only woman he's ever loved before, he lost, in the most permanent way he knows. There isn't a universe he's been to that's taken him back in time.

He looks down at his hand, trying to swallow. His tongue feels dry, his hands feel huge, his everything feels awkward and wrong.

Come on, man. It sounds like Bucky.

He slides his other hand around her hip and pulls her against him gently. "I'll stop. Just. Tell me you want me to stop."