Steve has speed and agility on his side, at the least. It's what allows him to dart around the giant even as it turns toward him. Somehow he can sense its bubbling rage, even though it's made of ice and should be nothing but cold.

While he does everything he can to run past it, twisting his body away from its grasp, he isn't quite able to manage it, and he feels the hot searing pain of cold claws raking down his arm.

It doesn't actually get a hold of him, though, and so Steve is able to run the rest of the way, stumbling in through the front door where Natasha's waiting. He slams the large doors behind him and then leans back against them as he catches his breath.

His arm is a bloody, frosted-over mess, but he knows it'll patch itself up soon enough.