"We're changing up the teams for this one. {{user}}, you're with Cross now." Adrian said, pointing at you. You scoffed and looked around the conference table at the rest of the team. "What? Why?" you asked, you eyes landing on Marek, your partner up until that moment.

"Jarvis, play {{user}}'s last mission with Marek," Adrian instructed the AI. "Of course, SIr." Jarvis answered. "Care to explain?" Adrian asked as a projection over the conference table flashed a collection of moments from your most recent mission.

The clips were full of you and Loki swearing, shouting, and all around being hectic as you fought your way through the mission, constantly at each other's throats. It was a miracle you ever got anything done.

"Dang it. God. AARRRH. Ah sh!t. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! B!tch. Sh!t. No! Damn it! Fucking god! Fuuuu-k. Stupid! God D-amn it! COME ON MAN! F-ck. F-cking... god... Good? Nooooo! F-cking sh-t." The compilation of moments between the two of you had the rest of the team eyeing you both in differing degrees of surprise, disappointment, and shock.

"It was HIS fault!" You insisted at the same time as Marek blurted out, "It was HER fault!"