Prompt: "I'm not buying IKEA furniture again!"

Double update since both are kind of short!

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"No! It doesn't go there, it goes here!" Sam groans, taking the wood pieces from Bucky.

"I swear the directions say these pieces go together like this!" Clint argues, trying to prove his point.

"You guys are idiots! It is clearly supposed to be like this." Natasha adds her two cents in the debate.

"Give the directions here! I know I can understand them better!" Thor proclaims, trying to take the directions from Clint.

"I'm the mechanical genius here! I think I know how to put together a stupid bed and dresser!" Tony shouts, clearly frustrated with everything.

"This is for my child! I think I can put together my child's bed! Why the fuck is this so fucking hard?!" Bucky snaps, throwing the pieces in his hands.

All the while, you stand at the door, hand on your protruding stomach and holding your son's hand who is clearly getting upset.

"Mommy, I don't think I'm ever going to have a big boy bed. Or my own room…" he says in a small voice.

You gently squeeze his hands, "It's okay little man, Daddy and Uncles will get it fixed. And if not, we can just hire someone to come and put it together. Someone who actually knows what they are doing."

"HEY! WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING!" The room echoes with their objection.

Steve walks up behind you and puts his hand on your shoulder, "Why don't you take little man out for ice cream or something? I'll deal with these idiots and make sure that something is done so he actually has a room to sleep in tonight."

"Thanks Steve. Come on man, let's go out. Uncle Steve is going to take care of this chaos."

"Okay Mommy…" he replies, not sound so sure.

You take one last look at the planet's mightiest heroes arguing over how to put a toddler's bedroom suit together.

"I swear, I'm not buying IKEA furniture again! Or at least make sure I have professionals to put it together before these morons can get their hands on it."

"Thor stop it! You're going to break it trying to force it together like that!"

"I don't think that piece is going to look right there."

"It would be easier if I just built him a whole new room from scratch!"

"Did they make it so no one could put these stupid things together?!"

"Why did we even go to IKEA to begin with?"

You let out a sigh and tug your son away from the mess. Never going to IKEA again!