He blinked and that darkness was gone, replaced with gut wrenching guilt, and he had to look away, face twisted and pinched.
"...Daisy..." Hell. He looked up with an apologetic wince and took a quickly aborted step closer. "I'm sorry-...I shouldn't have- Let me fix t-" The fist to the wall stopped whatever attempts he planned to make to take the power from her, and he traced a thumb over his brow with a frown.
"...Tell me what you want," he tried, as earnestly as he could manage, trying to bring back the calm.