The boys are unable to assemble Ikea furniture
This is essentially me dealing with the fact that I had one day of assembling Ikea furniture alone. I had to get through it somehow.
It was meant to be an easy weekend. One trip to Ikea to re-furniture the common floor so that everyone could add a little bit of their style to the floor and then set up the furniture. It should have been so easy. Instead it was havoc.
There were parts lying around everywhere and the necessary screws and tools were scattered across the floor along with the instructions that no one seemed able to follow.
"Here can you decipher that? What does that mean? Why is there a second hole? What's it for?"
"I don't know, Clint" Steve said and he sounded tired.
"Care to tell my why there's a screw left on the bed?" Bruce asked and held up the screw in question.
"How should I know. That's my first trip to Ikea. I have no experience with that" Tony answered and ruffled his hair.
It was all chaos and no one really knew what they were doing so they decided to call it quits that day and instead watched a movie sitting on the floor.
They went back to the furniture in the morning and now everyone of them felt like they had the plan how to go on with this. Except none of them really did. And so it got even more chaotic.
"Tony you are a computer genius maybe you should leave this to us you don't even know what you are doing."
"Cap, I swear to God if you imply here that I have no experience with building stuff I am going to hit you."
"No that wasn't what I..." Steve started and everyone could see that that had been exactly what he meant and so he quickly went on. "Maybe let me do it. You know. It's a lot like before. We used to do it all the time."
Before Tony could react to that Thor interrupted them. "Brethren, I think I should be the one to assemble this strong dresser. Given that I am the only one to pronounce it's beautiful name correctly, the honour should fall to me."
Tony rolled his eyes but before he could tell Thor to step down and that the name had nothing to do with actual working on assembling it Clint's voice flew down in the room.
"Dear God, take away the screwdriver from him, please! You know guys you don't have the overlook over this. You should let me decide what to do."
"Maybe we would if you would actually come down here to help. And the vents are not an overlook. Get out of there." Cap massaged the bridge of his nose. "Bruce if you could help us with this? I think we could use your calm here. Please stop drinking tea?"
Everyone stopped what they were doing to look over at Bruce who just continued to sip on his tea. "If I stop drinking this tea there will be no furniture left to assemble because the other guy will destroy it."
He had started in a low voice but he he kind of shouted the last part and took a deep breath after that. "I think I should go. This is not good for my blood pressure."
But before he could make it out of the door Natasha walked in.
"Nat. You are back! How was your totally secret shopping trip with Pepper?" Clint shouted from the vents and dropped down to land next to Tony.
"What the hell is going on here?" Natasha asked instead of acknowledging Clint.
"They are trying to assemble the furniture we bought yesterday" Bruce told her and got himself another cup of tea.
"Still? I thought that would be long done by now."
"Me too" Bruce sighed, "me too."
"It would be done if Cap would just let me handle it" Tony said.
"Oh you mean it would have been blown up by now" Cap shot back and extended a hand towards Tony. "Hand me the screwdriver and let me do it."
They all started shouting at each other and so they missed the stormy expression on Natasha's face.
"Enough" she suddenly said, not even that loud but it got all their attention. "Thor put the hammer down. Mjolnir is entirely too worthy for this work. Get the little one. Clint. Get over here and search for the screws. Hell, what did you do to them? You are supposed to collect them at one place. God, you are all morons", she sighed and put her hair in a ponytail before she continued.
"Stark. You will hold the pieces like I tell you and Steve you will pick up that screwdriver right now. Bruce", she said and turned around to look at him. Bruce had this pleading look on his face and Natasha smiled. "You stay exactly where you are. Someone hand me the instructions" she demanded and looked expectantly back at the others.
They all stared at her wide eyed and she had to snap her fingers for them to actually start doing something.
But when they did it went down in record time and no one fought and the Hulk didn't trash the place even though Bruce eventually came over to help and in the evening?
They were all sitting in the living-room surrounded by furniture they had put together. And the best thing was that there wasn't one screw left.
And Natasha didn't have to hit one of these idiots which she counted as the real win.