His one-liner and then the way he says her name has her heart fluttering. She leans a little closer unconsciously, as if forever drawn into his orbit. Green eyes open wide and latch onto his, holding his gaze tightly like a promise while he delivers yet another round of proclamations. Steve is always so dramatic, but at the same time... she can't say she minds the content this time around. "Steve..." Her hand glides up his arm and over one muscled shoulder to cup his jaw. It's a strangely tender gesture in the midst of everything impending now. Once she's started she can't seem to stop touching him, though.

"We have a pact remember?" It's a grim sort of joke, a tone he's used to from her. The truth is she isn't sure how to go on without him either, which is why she had to make him promise to at least try to make it through this. She shakes her head. "I've never been anyone's favorite person before. That's a lot of pressure." Especially since she really had no idea. In retrospect she should have, she thinks. They spend more one-on-one time together than anyone else in the group. They share intimate secrets and touch even when there isn't much reason to -- kind of like now. Natasha draws her hand away at the thought, forcing a smile she doesn't really feel.

"I can't do this without you either." She almost didn't say it, it felt like a given considering everything. But she isn't taking that for granted anymore, especially not now. They're both too thick to spend time mincing words so close to the end. Or what could be the end.