Framework Fumbles: Careless Coding

The Framework had evolved far beyond its original purpose, now serving as a tool for relaxation and connection. This time, it was hosting a triple date for SHIELD’s finest couples as they were separated light years from each pair: Daisy and Sousa were in space, Mack and Yo-Yo were constantly travelling around the world for SHIELD, and Fitz and Jemma were retired raising their daughter and living a peaceful life. The date would serve as a rare moment to unwind in a luxurious virtual lounge together after years of not seeing each other.

Jemma Simmons spawned in the customization room, a pristine bathroom-like space with gleaming white walls and a holographic wardrobe interface. She stood in the default avatar setup: a plain white shirt and black slacks. Looking at her reflection in the full-length virtual mirror, she frowned. “Not very date-night chic, is it?”

Her eyes drifted to the coding terminal—a tool Fitz had shown her once but she had never really mastered. The idea of directly inputting commands to load an outfit fascinated her. She remembered a suit Fitz had gifted her for her birthday, a tailored burgundy ensemble that had become her favorite and she remembers Fitz telling her he had put that outfit in the database for her. “I’ll just load that,” she decided. “I can do this,” she murmured, typing in what she thought the file name for her favorite outfit would be: suit_birthday.ver2.

The system confirmed it was an item in the database making Jemma think she had entered the correct name. Satisfied, she hit "Enter," watching her avatar shimmer. Feeling the change begin, Jemma smiled. “That wasn’t so hard!” she said aloud, “I can’t wait to see Daisy and everyone.” she said while stepping confidently out of the customization room to join the others.

The lounge was already lively. Daisy and Sousa were chatting with Mack and Yo-Yo sat on a sleek couch, and Fitz was fiddling with a holographic menu. The luxurious simulation was alive with soft music, glowing chandeliers, and a warm atmosphere.

The room went silent the moment Jemma stepped in.

Mack froze mid-sip, his glass hovering in midair. Yo-Yo’s wide eyes darted to Daisy, who looked utterly stunned for all of two seconds before her mouth curled into a devilish grin. Fitz, meanwhile, looked like he was about to combust.

“Jemma…” he stammered, his voice rising an octave. “You’re… uh… you’re naked.”

Jemma blinked, her smile fading. “Don’t be silly, Fitz. I—” She glanced down at herself and froze.

Her avatar was completely nude. No burgundy suit. No shirt. Nothing. Every inch of her body was exposed in stark, hyper-realistic detail: her petite frame with its soft curves, small but perky breasts with rosy nipples, and her clean-shaven mound. Her shapely legs stretched gracefully from hips that, to Jemma’s horror, looked even more toned than in real life. The Framework’s uncanny accuracy meant that every detail was rendered perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Oh my god!” she shrieked, her hands flying to cover her chest and crotch. She spun on her heel, but the mirror decorations in the lounge caught every angle, reflecting her bare backside to the room. Her toned, pale cheeks clenched as she stumbled for cover. “This isn’t the burgundy suit! This isn’t the burgundy suit!”

Daisy was the first to break the silence, barely containing her laughter. Daisy, despite her best efforts, couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Jemma... I think you put in the wrong file name.”

“Shut up, Daisy!” Jemma snapped, crouching behind a virtual plant. The leaves did little to shield her, and she glared at her husband. “Fitz! Fix this now!”

Fitz’s fingers fumbled over the holographic interface. “I-I’m working on it! Just don’t move!”

Daisy wasn’t done. “Honestly, Jemma, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, look at you—your avatar is flawless.” She leaned toward Sousa, smirking. “What do you think, Sousa? Best legs in the Framework?”

Sousa coughed, looking anywhere but at Jemma. “I, uh, didn’t see anything!”

“Oh, come on,” Daisy teased. “She strutted her stuff in all its glory walking in here. You’d have to be blind to miss it!”

Jemma groaned, crouching lower behind the plant. Her fiery blush burned so hot she swore it could melt the Framework.

Mack, trying his best to be respectful, coughed into his hand. “Uh… Simmons, maybe don’t experiment with code next time?”

“Not helping, Mack!” Jemma snapped, clutching the plant as though it were her only lifeline.

Fitz finally managed to override the settings, and Jemma’s avatar shimmered as a plain dress materialized over her. She exhaled in relief, though the damage to her dignity was already done.

Daisy leaned back in her chair, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Don’t worry, Jemma. It’s just a simulation. None of the other people here are real besides us. Look on the Brightside, you’ve officially won the ‘most memorable entrance’ award.”

“Not. A. Word,” Jemma hissed, glaring at everyone in the room before storming toward the bar.

As the conversation resumed, Daisy turned to Jemma, leaning in close with a playful grin. Her voice was just loud enough for everyone else to hear. “Hey, Jemma, how about this, I’ll teach you to code for free. Just promise me you’ll show up dressed like that!”

Jemma groaned louder, reflecting on how this incident ranked as only her second worst experience in the Framework so far. The Aida incident still ranking number 1 by far.