V I G I L A N C E ~ (MCU) ~

C H A P T E R 1 9_

"Alright. Oh I got one. Weirdest place you ever had sex," she says to us.

Pietro frowns. "Uh... in the back of a soviet truck on top of crates full of ammunition."

"Inside a detached clown head in an abandoned carnival," Wanda says.

"Late night at a bakery..." Darcy says, staring into nothing as she remembers. "...I'll never be comfortable around a cupcake again..."

I look down at my lap, not answering.

They are chuckling a little before they notice I haven't said anything and they look at me, waiting to hear my answer.

I cough. "Sorry, don't have one. I've uh... never done it."

"Never done what?" Darcy asks blankly.

"...Oh, little Esther here is a virgin," Pietro says with an amused chuckle and raised brows as he leans back a bit.

I cross my arms over my chest as I feel my cheeks heat up a bit. "Yes, I am. And there is nothing wrong with that."

"Wait, really?" Wanda asks me.

"Wow I'm shocked," Darcy says. "You mean you and the mischief god haven't even gotten down and dirty?"

My eyes widen. "Oh my—No! No, we have not. I-I can't even believe that you would think that."

They are all laughing now.

"Honestly Esther why say 'I can't believe you would think that' to someone like Darcy?" Pietro says after he finishes laughing.

She immediately looks offended. "You're mean to me."

Wanda and Pietro crack up again.

Darcy tries not to join in but eventually she does laugh and rests her head on Pietro's shoulder as she does.

I look at them and smile softly. "My ship has finally set sail."

"Stop it," Darcy says to me and Wanda and I begin to laugh.

"I'm still confused," Pietro says as he chuckles.

Wanda giggles.

As my laughter dies down and my thoughts drift... I start to think of Loki... I haven't spoken to him since before our awakening. I wonder where he is...

As I think about him I realize how much I want to talk to him. I then stand up. "Hey I'm gonna turn in so I leave you trolls." I solute a goodbye before walking away.

"Stay excellent," Darcy calls as I leave.

I head up to the roof to try there. That's usually the only place I could imagine him.

Sure enough when my clumsy feet climb the steps up there I see him sitting and staring at the spot where we spent our first night here, accidentally falling sleep together. I gaze up at the stars that are numerous in the sky but not for too long because it makes my head almost spin.

I walk forward and plop down beside him.

I turn my head to look at him. "Hola, mi amigo. How are you on this lovely evening?"

He hesitates, not looking at me yet but his brows pull together in confusion. "What did you call me?"

I laugh. "Mi amigo. It's Spanish for my friend."

He sneers and looks at me. "Have you been drinking?"

"Maybe, maybe not. What's it to you?" I ask as I poke his side.

"I might find you a bit amusing is all," he lifts a brow and tries not to snicker.

I stroke an imaginary beard on my chin and ask, "Amusing? Hmm... yeah, I guess you could say that I am. Oh! Guess what happened earlier?"