Erynne sat on the couch watching as another one of her attempts to flirt with Clint went unnoticed. The man was currently sitting, watching his show 'Rachel Ray'. Erynne was clearly cross at the man who had the nerve to take notes while she attempted to 'woo' him with her flirtation skills. How could he not notice her attempts, so painfully noticeable, that even the daft of the lot - Thor - had asked when the two would court each other.
"Gee Erynne. What's got you in a sour mood?"Clint asked, noticing Erynne's sour look. She huffed, crossing her arms and leaning back into the chair, an angry noise coming from the back of her throat. Erynne shifted her eyes to look into the blue depths of Clint, and their eyes locked. For a second she thought he noticed her anger was directed at him, at the fact that he blew her off each and every time. But he was giving her that clueless look, that innocent little boy look and she sighed angrily, getting to her feet and angrily moving into the kitchen.
"Come on, Doc!"Clint said as he followed her, watching the cooking supplies being violently placed on the counters and the island. His eyes went wider as she turned, holding the flour in her hands, which were shaking.
"I will not 'come on', Clint."Erynne snapped, she rarely lost her cool and now that she was, Clint stared wide eyes, preparing to dodge a rearrangement of any of his body parts."You don't understand, you never do. You're an idiot."She said harshly, looking more hurt now then angry.
"Wow! Calm down Doc-Erynne. Why don't you tell me what's-"
"You never understand Clint, you're daft!"Erynne said, her hands shaking more as she tossed the bag at Clint with a tremendous force. Clint stepped back one step before looking at the flour covering his hands and shirt. The bag hand been ripped.
"Just tell-"Clint began.
"You want to know? You should really look at all those times we've been together Clint."Erynne interrupts him. She's raised her flour coated hands above her head in frustration letting some of the powder fall into her hair.
"Well, you could always just stop beating around the brush and-"Clint says tossing the flour back at her, watching Erynne catch it- the flour flying into her face, and down her shirt. Clint's amused smile going unnoticed.
Erynne turned to Clint with an angry expression. Her face coated in white powder and her eyes narrowing as she paced up to the man. She was almost his height, and right now she was happy for that. She shoved the flour into him again, and grabbed his collar.
"What are y-"Clint only managed to get out before lips connected with his. Clint was shocked and looked down at the girl who looked up at him and he shrugged and settled into the kiss before she removed herself completely.
"Daft."Erynne said, snippy still. But Clint was blushing a furious red as she turned back to the counter and was opening the package cookie dough before turning back. She opened her mouth and was surprised to find Clint right before her."Wha-?"
"I get it, I'm not that daft."Clint said, still not releasing the many attempts before that lead up to that moment.