After dropping off Thor with his soup ingredients and the alcohol for the PVB at Bucky's, you ran into your room, your mind going a bunch of different ways and then your attention landed on Darcy who was sitting back on your bed, looking up at you with a guilty frown.
"I'm so sorry, I can't believe I-"
"Doesn't matter! I forgive you, but oh my fucking god!" You shouted; the door slamming shut behind you right before you slid to your knees in front of your mess of a closet.
"Wait, what is it?" She furrowed her eyebrows, getting up to sit criss cross, facing your side as you dug through your clothes, "What's going on?"
"I'm going to hyperventilate or pass out or scream or just like..." You gestured vaguely and she gave you a disgusted face, "What?"
"...Jizz?"
"Oh, ew! Darcy, what the fuck??" You shouted with a laugh, and she shrugged before laughing with you.
"Well, you've been ignoring me!" She defended and you didn't know how that connected with the wild guess she gave, but you let her continue, "You wouldn't even tell me what she said after defending you in that horrible class – still sorry about that, by the way."
"She's so perfect, if I think about it too much, I'll cry," You waved it off and Darcy chuckled excitedly behind her closed fist, "But she's not a dick or anything like I thought she might be – shit."
"What? What is it?" Her smile fell and you huffed, laying back on the floor a bit dramatically.
"I don't know if she's gay."
"Shut up, she's in love with you."
"What if that's just how she goes about making friends?" You couldn't help but to think out loud and Darcy laid back next to you, staring up at the ceiling, "Maybe she's just a little shy and awkward in a way that feels flirty or something, but I could just be blinded by my one sided...infatuation? It's love, but I don't want to sound creepy – but that word is too big and technical not to sound creepy."
"It took me four months to convince you I liked you that way." She deadpanned and you rolled your eyes with a smile, laughing lightly when you remembered how she literally had to tell you bluntly that she was 'girlfriend into you' not just friendly.
"I just don't like to make the straights uncomfortable," You sighed, "They're so sensitive."
"She's gay as hell and she's gay as hell for you."
You smiled to yourself, feeling your cheeks heat up at the idea that she could be, and knowing her name just put everything in a different light – it's weird, but over two years of pining does this to a person. And now, she was finally talking to you and even after that horrible melon 'incident' she still wanted to hang out with you – and your Thor – and you just...ugh.
"I want her babies."
"Slow down, let's not tell her that just yet."
"Imagine getting a Wanda Maximoff hug – ugh, those people are elite and the luckiest fucking bastards to walk this earth. I'm jealous – I'm jealous of those people."
"It somehow went from one hundred to creepy so fast." She chuckled teasingly and you swatted her arm with a huff.
"I'm hopelessly into this girl and I don't know what to do," You sighed, distressed, "Where do I even put my feet?"
"In shoes? What kind of question is-"
She looked down to see you moving them back and forth, laughing when you seemed anxious about it, but you were still staring at the ceiling, seemingly unaware.
