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Pudding Cup•Clint

This is for Yavanna80 even though she didn't request. Enjoy!

You quickly ran through the hallways, eyes narrowed as you made swift, sharp turns at each corner. You jumped and side-stepped over obstacles in your way, whether they were file-carts or boxes full of who knows what. The back of your neck had a slight film of sweat as you felt several pairs of curious and surprised eyes follow you for the slightest amount of time. You couldn't stop. Not when you were so close to it. And you did not want to lose it to anyone at all.

You were in. You bit your lip as your hand snaked around the shining chrome handle, carefully and cautiously pulling it towards you to reveal its contents. Your eyes shined as the light came into contact with your irises. There it was...

The last pudding cup.

"Yes!" You said in a triumphant voice as you took the plastic-covered dessert from its shelf on the fridge. It was finally yours! The others (mostly Thor) would always beat you to the last pudding cup. Previously, Steve and Bruce had accidentally eaten the last pudding cups. You would've yelled at them if they weren't Steve and Bruce. They were too polite and kind for you to get upset at them, and you knew that they didn't mean to displease you by eating them. If it had been Thor, you would've sighed and let it pass. Thor wouldn't be able to help himself. If it had been Tony, you would've shouted your lungs out since he almost certainly would've eaten the pudding just to spite you. If it was Natasha, you wouldn't have minded since she would've shared with you.

If it were Clint, you probably would've tried to get upset with him. You would probably fail, and he would tease you. You'd get angry and try to jump him and steal the pudding from him. He would laugh at your failed attempt as he raised the cup high in the air, out of your reach. He would then ruffle your hair, and leave with a playful wink and a clever remark.

You stood there, unknowingly staring at the treat in your hand as you thought about Clint. You quickly broke away from your small fantasy, embarrassed to have been thinking of him. Yes, you imagined nothing wrong or mentally disturbing, but just thinking of Clint's name gave you butterflies in your stomach. You loved how he would defend himself when he got tantalized or scolded, and you loved how he wanted to get into the thick of things. You loved how, no matter how serious things were, he would joke around to lighten everyone up. You had never seen his confidence shattered, and his gray-blue eyes always had a certain shine to them.

You broke away from your fantasy again, shutting the door to the spotless chrome fridge as you started to walk towards the entertainment room (aka Stark Tower's gigantic living room). You had a bit of a habit for daydreaming like that since you had fallen for the bold archer. Clint and the others probably noticed you staring off mindlessly into space countless times. Just the thought of the others joshing your daydreaming was unsettling and made you feel deathly embarrassed.

You let yourself plop down the couch as you opened the laminated lid of the pudding. You let yourself savor each moment of that grand opening. But as soon as you had licked all the pudding off of the flap of the pudding, you realized that you had forgotten something vital. A spoon.

You smacked your forehead with your hand. Hard. You only needed to remember two things: the pudding and the spoon. But you forgot the latter due to your thoughts of Clint. You wished that you could blame your forgetfulness on the Hawk, but you knew better than that. You looked over your shoulder, in the direction of the kitchen. There was no way you were going to walk all the way back over there when you were peacefully sitting comfortably on the couch.