I wouldn't be here if you weren't. On some it might have come off as placating. It wasn't on her though, it never could be. Steve had learned long ago that Natasha only really put herself out there for the people she thought worth it. Somewhere along the line he'd apparently become one of those few. That alone did more to quell the overwhelming self doubt and pain he'd been holding onto than anything had to that point. Natasha lied, and she lied well. But he knew she didn't lie to him, not about something like this.
His thoughts had drifted to her so much in his years alone, more than they had to anyone else. Natasha had walked into his life and left some indelible mark and changed so much. More than she could probably ever know really. He'd felt so lost, adrift and anchor-less but he felt more grounded right than then he had in ages. She knew him, words she said without hesitation because they were true. And while their lives may have taken drastically different paths they were still just different sides of the same coin. They were made - taken and reshaped and formed into something else.
Steve lifted his hands to rest along hers as they moved to his face. "I do trust you," he said quietly. "More than anything, Natasha." She made it sound so easy though, and he couldn't for the life of him think it could be that easy - take these broken pieces and put them back together into something resembling the person I was before. Would it be so bad though, to let her. His eyes closed for a moment and his lips tightened into a small smile. "I missed you," he said. "I missed having you to do that, remind me," he admitted and looked at her. There was most likely something fundamentally flawed about him that he needed her the way he did.
He slid a hand behind her neck and the other snaked into the space between her hip and the mattress as he tugged her in closer, if there even was such a thing. "I missed you," he repeated. He hadn't really intended to, and it was half an intent and half that they were just that close when he shifted slightly, but his lips brushed against hers. He immediately stiffened and he let himself for the briefest of moments debate that he could just brush this off, an awkward accident caused by their faces being barely inches from each other as they talked. He didn't though and instead pressed his lips to hers, desperate and starved for the affection he wasn't even sure he was in the right to be taking.