Steve had never felt so guilty in his life. She'd fallen and it was his fault. He was supposed to look after her, to make sure nothing happened to her. There was a thick feeling in his throat and he swallowed hard, he wasn't going to cry, no he needed to look after her. He took a quick look, there were no wrists at sharp angles or anything dangerous, just a couple of scratched looking knees and a elbow that needed a kiss.
He scooped her into his lap, because he couldn't carry her or anything, but he could sit with her for a minute. "Gosh you're so brave," Steve told her. "If I'd fallen like that? I'd be crying and crying!" He stroked her hair back from her face, giving her a little smile. "You're amazing."
Steve had never felt like what he felt for Gwen for anyone, fiercely fond and protective and he knew he had to look after her knees.