Downloading Flappy Bird was a big mistake. Letting Anna play it was an even bigger one.

"Huh," she says, laughing. "What?" "Figures. I meet an obnoxious, antisocial man at a party the exact same time I'm reading a book about a girl who meets an obnoxious, antisocial man at a party."

Now I know that not everything can be attributed to science. Sometimes it's got to do with their soul, the very essence of who they are. I used to think differently. I used to think that if you tried hard enough, you could find a scientific explanation for everything. But then you came along, and you made me realize that the Big Bang was too spectacular to just be a coincidence.

"Jemma," Fitz interrupts, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around to face him, "You're stress-baking." "I am not!" she defends herself, crossing her arms and giving him a cold glare. Jemma Simmons is many things, but a stress-baker is not one of them.

And in that moment he swears that Jemma Simmons is absolutely perfect. Even her singing voice, which is slightly off key and slurred due to intoxication, is enough proof for him that God and angels do indeed exist, and she's their gift to him.

This is how the BUS ended up being decorated with a burned Christmas tree and half-finished popcorn garlands, and none of them would have had it any other way. (T because language)