It stopped. Her skin got so hot she started glowing. Looked like the veins in her arm were in fire. It didn't hurt her - I guess it was healing her, but I didn't know at the time. I grabbed her - stupid.

[He shakes his head. His other hand closes high on Natasha's arm, finding the pressure point above her elbow. He doesn't squeeze. It's a stalemate. She has his burnt hand at her disposal.]

When she calmed down, she cooled down. Got her checked out, doctors cleared her, so I took her back to the apartment, let her sleep.

She needs to learn to control it, at least 'till we can find a way to fix it, but she's nowhere near ready to think about it. And I'm not the person who can help her.