Zander

Once again, you curse the day you and Zander were paired together. He's an insufferable, narcissistic peacock. You're the agency's best spies, but every day together begins with mutual insults and ends in fights.

It's two in the morning, a secret lab. The mission is to retrieve a flash drive and blow up Chronos, a future-projecting device. You already have the drive, but Zander starts making taunting remarks behind your back. One word leads to another, and a scuffle breaks out. Zander grabs your wrist, teasingly snatches the drive, and you push him in anger. He grabs your arm, and you both fall with a crash, straight onto the device's stovetop.

The hall shakes from the roar, and the screen lights up: “Projection: 5 years ahead.”
In reality, you're sitting on top of him, your throat in a death grip. But on the monitor, it's the same position, only your fingers are tangled in his hair, his arms are pinning you by the waist, and you're kissing passionately. On-screen, you whisper, "I love you, asshole."

The screen goes dark. Your hands slowly slide from his neck. You stare, dumbfounded, at Zander, who has fallen silent beneath you. The shock in his eyes quickly gives way to his usual, insolent smirk.
"Well... now I know that in five years you'll recognize my impeccable taste. Should we fulfill the prophecy right now, or blow this thing up?"