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Don't Piss off The PA	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Don’t Piss of the Personal Assistant
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Characters: Ichigo, M’Baku, T’Challa
Chapter: 10
Word count: 1754
Warnings:
AN: I am still unfortunately very sick. Not as much as I was when the flu was still taking over my body but due to various physical issues that make getting better a pain, I am still sick.

So forgive any mistakes I missed. Most of these edits were done WHILE ragingly sick. Enjoy.

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Tony smirked at the way Ichigo’s blush lit up his cheeks. He pulled out his phone and proceeded to buy a pair of patent leather pumps with spikes lining the back of the shoe. A strap would wrap around the ankle, a red heel, and an adorable bow on the front. He then looked in the clothing sections as Ichigo left the room, heading for Natasha’s room.

“You seem to spoil your personal assistants often,” T’Challa mused, looking amused at him.

“First of all, his birthday is in only a few months. The clothes are for that. The shoes are just because he’s having to deal with people that he didn’t like before and who treated him like he was a bimbo just there to look pretty,” Tony said, shrugging. “Second, I’ve only ever spoiled Pepper, and that’s because she put up with my shit for so long. And I spoil Ichigo now because of the same reason. Actually, when we get back to the States, I’m taking him to the biggest arts and crafts store that I can find and letting him and his sisters go run wile. I know that their birthday is coming up. Karin has gotten into clay and pottery lately, and Yuzu loves to sew.”

T’Challa chuckled at him and lead the man out of the wing. “Since you and Ichigo ate breakfast in your rooms, I wish to discuss some things with you while the others are busy,” he said.

Tony looked up at him with raised eyebrow before nodding. The king led the way to his personal office, sitting down on the comfortable couch, Tony sitting in a comfortable chair. T’Challa placed his second draft of his press release on the coffee table that sat between the chairs and the couch that he sat on. A servant appeared through a hidden door, delivering iced spice tea and leaving quickly.

“It is about the fact that I was forced to leave you in Siberia without being able to confirm your condition. I am still learning at how best to work with the press,” T’Challa said.

Tony hummed, reaching out to pick up the papers and flipping through them. He came to the part that spoke of what happened in Siberia and what had gone down, planned for and not. “I suggest that you should cut a few things out. Tell them that those details will most likely come out during or after the upcoming trials,” Tony said. T’Challa slid over a red pen with a small grateful smile.

“I have a feeling that you know what I should cut or reword, thus, if you do not mind, can you make those notes?” he asked. Tony smiled, taking the pen and working his way through the speech instead of just the one part. He found himself not having to strike out or reword many things, but he did make many notes. It took him close to an hour while T’Challa had moved to his desk to work on other things. Once he was done, he stood and walked over, handing it over.

“Type it up and send it on over to your PR people. I’m sure that they’ve already learned quite a bit from my department in the last year since they started to work together,” Tony teased. T’Challa snorted, stiffening when Loki stepped up beside Tony out of thin air. The other male just looked up at his friend and sometimes lover with a smile. “Your people doing okay?” he asked.

Loki rolled his eyes at the question, used to getting it after he checked on the Asgardian ship. “Very. And I am sorry about just appearing in your home, King T’Challa. I have to make sure that I deliver my report on the Asgardian ship that is working on coming to Midgard so that we all may be able to prepare for the day that we arrive,” he said. He bowed slightly. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Loki Laufeyson, Adopted Prince of Asgard and Prince of Jӧtunheimr.”

T’Challa stood and bowed back slightly. “I am T’Challa, the holder of the Black Panther mantel and King of Wakanda. I welcome you to my home and land,” he said in greeting. Loki shook his hand. “Would you like something cool to drink?” he asked.

Loki smiled politely, nodding. “That would be most welcomed. Being who I am, I tend to dislike the warmer climates and having something cool to drink would be perfect,” he replied. He looked down, and with a twist of his wrist, and a bit of green colored magic, he found himself in a lighter tunic and pants, books coming up to his knees but of a light material.

Tony smirked at him. T’Challa used a phone to call for another glass of cooler tea, knowing that in such heat, even with air conditioning, iced tea would be too much for them. “How is the ship?” he asked when he got off the phone. “I have heard bits and pieces but nothing much. I have been dealing with other things.”

Loki groaned as he rubbed at his forehead. “I am very lucky that I was able to create a way to travel between the ship and here,” he admitted. “Otherwise I fear that we would be down a king and a Valkyrie.”

“They still driving you up a wall?” Tony asked, getting another groan.

“They are, as you humans say, going at it like bunnies. It seems as if Sif had all the wrong kind of skills to impress Thor. From what I have seen, you either need to be brilliant like Lady Jane or drink him under the table like Valkyrie. I believe though that she’s looking towards Doctor Banner.” He shuddered. “Until then, my room is next to Thor’s…”

“Aw, poor Loki,” Tony teased. He got a huff, making him smirk. “Ichigo is off dealing with Romanoff. She’s giving a preliminary report to the Accords Council. The rest of the Rogues are currently talking with their lawyers except Barton. He’s resting while someone talks for him. He’s going to be heading off to Kamar-Taj so that he can have all of the magic in him removed and to close those pathways that the scepter created.”

Loki frowned, opening his mouth before closing it when a servant walked in with a glass balanced on a tray, taking it with a quiet thank you before she left. “I would have thought that those agents of yours would have asked a mutant witch to close those. And make sure that no power lingered.”

“Remember how I told you that Hydra was entrenched in S.H.I.E.L.D.?” he asked, Loki nodding. “That’s why they didn’t do that. The ‘therapist’ and ‘doctor’ who looked over Clint after he was smacked around was Hydra. Lower level, yes, but they were. And they figured that if they could take over the world, they could use mutants to make controlling him easier. He has too many skills that can be used after all.” Tony snorted. “He may be an asshole when he’s feeling twitchy, but he is, if anything, a good assassin, spy, thief. Whatever you need him to be,” Tony told them. “I found the file on him last night in the data dump with the help of Jarvis. Luckily, we were able to get most of the files with my other hacker buddies.”

“And now all that information has been labeled with a number instead of a name,” T’Challa said, smiling at Tony. “I myself am number zero-zero-seven,” he admitted. “Tony, I believe, is one, and Rhodes is number three. Vision is two.”

“Yep. Romanoff will become four, Spidey is five, and when it comes out you are a good guy working with us, as much as you can be good, and a consultant, you’ll be number zero-zero-zero-one-C,” Tony said. “As we grow, we’ll end up adding more numbers. I was talking with a woman named Carol Danvers, who is a powerful meta-human and is a part of the military currently. She’s talking with her people about becoming a liaison for the Avengers. Strange is Two-C currently,” Tony told him. “Anyone who won’t work with us will have the same format as you but with NA on the end.”

“This way, we think that, at the least, the information is safe, and any who dares to hack the files will have to pray to get past Friday and Jo. And if they do, there are no names,” Loki finished. “Very smart.”

“It was Shuri who was the one to suggest it when we were starting to create the information files,” T’Challa said. “Each file does have a basic profile and you will need a string of passwords to get the full information on a profile. Or just the one password if you want a certain section. Outside of where they are stationed or could be stationed, it will not give much information to those who use the Accords website,” he continued.

“I’ll be able to show you your file when we get back to the US. I don’t have the passwords for Wakanda end,” Tony said. “Ichigo is going to be tense when he’s done. And I’m going to avoid him for a while. I’m about ready to see if I can’t get some of his favorite chocolate and some fruit for him.”

Loki gave his friend a look before frowning. “I have seen that he has always been reluctant to deal with Romanoff. Mostly due to the fact that she has this odd embedded idea that any PA that you have is either an icy prude or a slut hoping to get close to you for whatever reason,” he mused. “Even Pepper watched him for close to three months before he cornered her and explained in great detail why he was working for you.”

“For the wonderful paycheck, the flexible hours that he could work around his schooling, and the insurance that I provide all of my workers and their families,” Tony said. He could still remember that conversation in vivid detail. “There had been a slight scare with Yuzu, thinking that she had a nasty illness. And since Isshin had started to work at that one research hospital, Ichigo decided that he was going to get the best kind of job to pay for it. And if he had to, he would have given up his schooling for the most part until he could get a better job.”
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