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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Avengers, nor the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Don’t Piss of the Personal Assistant
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Characters: Ichigo, Bucky, T’Challa for a while, Clint, Okoye
Chapter: 16
Word count: 1636
Warnings: language
AN: Ugh. Monday was spent cleaning. All the cleaning but for the most part, I am done now. Which is nice. <3

Now for posting of this chapter. Enjoy.

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Putting his bags down into the small closet like room on the jet, Ichigo sighed and stretched out the kinks in his back. T’Challa escorted Bucky onto the jet, the man having been woken up two days before Ichigo had arrived to tell him what was going on. Strange had agreed to work with Xavier long before they had learned what was going on with Barton and now knew what to look for in Bucky’s mind and soul.

Strange had explained to him the day before what was going on, and while Bucky was wary, he had agreed to letting them do what they needed to do.

Ichigo looked around the main area of the jet before he rubbed at his head as Okoye made sure that Barton had been settled in comfortably in a small medical area. They had originally been going to use a storage area that they would have cleared out in another jet before someone remembered that this jet had a medical area.

Barnes adjusted the specialized collar that he was wearing just in case of something setting him off, which was still a worry, so they were going to be smart about it. Ichigo mused about the fact that Logan was going to watch over Barnes, the man having vague recollections of the fact that he had worked with him and Rogers during the Second World War. He would be able to take Barnes down just in case something happened, Pietro going to play back up once they got home.

All Ichigo really wanted to do was get back to a bed that he knew or was his own, and maybe get some of his favorite coffee from the diner that had opened in the Stark Tower to cater to the employees. He was willing to admit that he missed the caramel macchiatos and the café’s banana muffins.

T’Challa walked up to him, taking his hand with a smile to press a kiss to the back of it. “They have loaded and have already left. Are you all ready to go yourself?” he asked. He eyed the new suitcase that he knew Ichigo hadn’t come with.

“Yep. This does include all the fabric that I know that Yuzu is going to squeal loudly about. I’ve already sent her pictures of some of the fabric that I bought and like I thought, she’s already claimed three of them for kimonos. They’re just the right kind of pattern for it,” Ichigo hummed, smiling at T’Challa.

The King chuckled at that, tilting his head. “M’Baku did show me what he had bought you when he was separating out the bags. I think that I would like if you send me pictures of the creations that your sister provides when she is done,” he said. Ichigo nodded with a smile. “Is Romanoff doing the last bit of her mission?” he asked, turning to more business talk.

Ichigo hummed in thought. He nodded and lead the other man to the front of the jet where Okoye was going through the pre-fight checks. “Yes. She’s going to be watching Rogers carefully during the flight. Tony-san and Loki-san have decided to tell the group about Thanos and finally destroy some egos during the travel,” he said, checking his watch. “We should be arriving in New York around two since we’re leaving so late.” He groaned. “The Rogues just had to make this an issue, right?” he asked.

T’Challa chuckled and pressed a kiss to his temple, a symbol of the closeness that they shared and a deepening friendship between them. “You were planning on arriving to New York much later as it is,” he teased. “The cooks have made sure that you have snacks for the trip. And you know how to fly this jet should Okoye need a moment to step away.”

“And you were nice enough to allow Friday to get into your flight systems to take over if she needs to be my co-pilot or take over,” Ichigo said. He shook his head and smiled. “Okay, I’ve packed everything up. Went over my bedroom twice at that. I even had time to run into the village real fast for that one restaurant for those little buns they had. They’ll be nice to have with the food the cooks made,” he said. “Is Barton settled in?” he asked, finding the nurse coming out of the medical area.

“Yes, Mr. Ichigo,” she replied, her accent shifting the sound of his name and making him smile at it. “He will be able to rest well during the flight. In four hours, a reminder will go off to remind you to change his fluids and to eat the food we have placed in the small refrigerator,” she continued. She handed over his carepacket. Ichigo flipped through it, asking a few more questions and then bowing before she left.

“I suppose that I need to settle in for the trip,” Ichigo said. He turned to look at the jungle that was past the landing zone for the jets through the windows. “I really, really don’t want to have to deal with this.”

T’Challa gave him an understanding smile, smoothing a hand over his braid. “Our home was ancient long before my people settled here. It echoes, much like Japan does, with the history of magic and power,” he hummed, looking out into the jungle himself. “It welcomes you and Tony in many different ways that I have never once felt it welcome someone not born of it,” he said. He smiled at Ichigo as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “You will always be welcomed back when you visit. M’Baku and I find ourselves enjoying your company in many ways. And not just in our bed.”

Ichigo smiled and winked at him. He let out a hum, nodding. “I will come by during what can be considered winter. Get out of New York around then,” he mused. “Maybe I’ll bring my sisters.”

T’Challa smiled at that. “Make sure that you keep a close on on them,” he teased, tweaking one of Ichigo’s ears before heading for the stairs to leave. “They might find themselves wooed to an engagement,” he called over his shoulder.

Ichigo snorted at that. “Yeah, as if anyone can woo my sisters,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. Okoye smirked, shaking her own head as Barnes settled into his chosen seat with his tablet, catching up on news things still. “All ready?” he asked the man.

Barnes looked up at him, nodding. “Yeah. Think...think Stark will have a few minutes in the next few days so that I can apologize for what happened?” he asked. Okoye headed for the front to allow them time to talk in privacy.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at him and took his own seat as the jet started up, the doors snapping shut and locking. “What kind of apology?” he asked. “I’m not letting you near him if it’s some kind of half-assed apology like what Rogers sent him.”

Bucky pulled a face at that reminder, having heard about that letter from the AI that watched his tablet. “No. Nothing like that. I swear that Steve needs to have his ass kicked around,” he said.

“And he will in time. When we get back to the states,” Ichigo said. Bucky eyed him. “I can hear the question you want to ask. My mother and father are both fluent in English. My family would always speak in English during breakfast and dinner. And sometimes even for longer during the weekdays. On the weekends, it was English for a straight four hours from a very young age,” he said. “We’ve lessened the amount of time, but those lessons have come in handy since moving to the United States.”

“Cool.” Bucky rubbed at his head, the specialized chains around his wrists jangling. “Nah. I want to apologize for fucking up so hard when he attacked us in the height of emotions. Shoulda just taken him down enough for him to calm down, let ‘em take us in. I can tell ya, I wasn’t thinkin’ all that straight and I was following Steve’s example, but I should have still gone back to make sure he got out alright,” he said. “And for...you know, murderin’ his parents.”

Ichigo took in a deep breath, working his way through the emotions, and let it out, sending a text to Tony. He got one back fast enough. “He’s done some research and some heavy thinking,” he said. Bucky looked at him. “Tony that is. He’s looked into just how they implanted the triggers and how they mixed the magic of the tesseract and science to make sure you were a good little weapon,” he said. He shifted before a file pinged on Bucky’s tablet. “That’s the file with notes written by Tony himself. He wants you to understand just what was done to you.”

“And the rest?” Bucky asked him, gazing over at Ichigo, his eyes sliding down over the lean body that he had no doubt would give him a run for his money in a fight.

Ichigo just chuckled at him. “He understands that you were running on instinct and that instinct was to follow one Steven Grant Rogers so that he could help you get safe. Rogers though is going to get smacked around via forced classes that he will have to take over and over and over again until he can pass them. As set by the Accords Panel,” he said. “That punishment is not going to go away. The rest will be set up by the courts.”

Bucky snorted and turned to his tablet, finding a date and a time that a video call would happen in three days with Professor Xavier watching over him.
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