"You were?" She sniffled and wiped her cheeks with the backs of her hands. She'd been so focused on Thor, she hadn't stopped to really look at Steve. He looked absolutely wrecked. She moved her hand from Mjolnir's soft leather to Steve's hand.

"Thank you, for being there for him when I couldn't be." As heartbroken as she was, she couldn't imagine how much worse it would have been to actually see him die. She hoped, for Steve's sake, that he was as strong emotionally as he was physically.

She was glad that Steve and Billy had made it out alive, regardless of who had saved them. That it had been Thor made her proud of him, but she had been proud long before.

"Are you injured? There's a place set up. I can take you there."