The instant she touched his hand, there was a rushing noise, though it as only in their minds. She, for the time they held hands, would suddenly see through his mind's eyes, through his perspective. His hope, his self-hatred and despair, always at the edge of his mind, held at bay by sheer will and never-ending desire to make the world a better place, to help people, and to make things better.
And his view of her, not a lofty pedestal, but a view of a man who had been through hell and saw the marks of a fellow traveler. A man who saw the marks of strength within her, based on his experiences. A view that showed him without doubt, that she could do more, be more, and had more strength than she knew. His view on the world, on the situation was vivid and clear, and full of self doubt, all caused by that one mistake, made all those years ago, that had unleashed the Hulk, his darker half, a half that caused destruction and mayhem, sorrow and pain, wherever it showed up. His endless struggle with that darkness only enhancing his want, his need, to see and feel the light, to look on others with an eye that could see both darkness and light, and hope.
The effect would slowly fade as he withdrew his hands from hers.