[When he kisses her he manages to finally pull a pleased little smile out of her, and she chases after him for a moment before stealing another chaste one and resting her forehead against his. Natasha's arms wrap their way around his neck so that her fingers can lift and lazily play at the short hair on the back of his head, and she forces a little nod.]
Alright.
[There was no point in arguing with him and she knew that. And she didn't have to, because no matter what Natasha felt about herself, or saw within herself, she knew that Steve didn't see it in the same ugly light. He saw a good person there, and maybe if a good person like Steve could see a good person in Natasha... maybe she really could be one. And maybe redemption wasn't always as far as she felt it to be. She pressed another kiss to his lips, a silent 'thank you' that didn't need to be spoken like so many other things that were just understood between them, and when more words came they did so with a sly little smile.]
You're the best sex I've had anyway, so whatever terrible guy thoughts you're having, they're bullshit.