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Imagine your OTP getting really confused while trying to build IKEA furniture.
Undercover SHIELD agent at Hydra Jemma Simmons is twitterpated in her little flat while trying to put the piece together. She’s hunted up YouTube videos, programmed a computer sim, has even been reduced to Babelfishing the Swedish before concluding that these instructions violate the documented laws of physics.
Her boss Sunil Bakshi comes in unannounced (through the locked door) and scowls at the mess. “Usually my spatial coordination is better than this,” Simmons tells him with a sad shrug. He picks up a piece of particleboard, frowns at it, then turns and leaves her to twitter over it further.
Half an hour later Bakshi comes back in, with two Hydra musclemen carrying an antique hardwood bookcase in the same size. “You have the money to buy real furniture, Miss Simmons,” he sneers. “I don’t know why you’d even bother with this stuff.”