"I'll make it worth your while," Wanda answered as he stood abruptly and disappeared into the kitchen, pouting a little as she watched him go- she wasn't done flirting. Well, there was only one way to carry on and so, in spite of her protesting bruised body, she rose and followed him. She wasn't going to question the fact that he was rummaging for food when he'd just finished a bowl of cheerios- mostly because she hoped he might make something for her, too, or else she'd be left with the desperate option of microwaving something frozen. With an effort that made her head pound even worse she hauled herself onto a counter and leaned her head back against a cabinet with her eyes closed. When the pain subsided Wanda looked around at the stuff Clint laid out to make a sandwich (it was almost lunchtime, she supposed) and asked him to make her one, too. That might settle her empty stomach that was roiling with nothing but tequila and regret.
"So," she began lightly after a few moments of silence. She'd got the the waters all stirred up and he seemed receptive enough. Time to take the plunge. She'd waited long enough and she wanted the peace of mind that came with a certainty. Wanda realized that she knew what this was- she just wanted to make sure Clint knew it, too. "When were you going to take me out on a real date?"