Avenger/Bleach Ministories | By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Invading for Love
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Chapter: 6
Characters: Ichigo, Yamamoto
Word Count: 1,752
Warnings: lots of talking
For: CutsyCat
AN: After a very long week, I am home finally and exhausted for all intents and purposes. *sighs* So tired.
I will post this week's Chapter story chapter (Jim Kirk! Legally Blond) on Monday instead of chapter 3. Why? Because I'm to tired to post that damn thing today and I need to recover okay? Okay.
Hugs.
But still, hope you enjoy!
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Ichigo sighed and sipped his tea, thinking heavily about the group that he had seen. “Do you remember the influx of souls that the Western branch had about seven months ago? And the fact that we ended up with some new people from that end of the world?” he asked, tilting his head.
Yamamoto nodded his head, frowning slightly. He could remember how everyone was running around and how a few of his own people had been dispatched to help with the influx. Along with the soul burials in the Living World. No one had really said why New York City in the United States had been such a mess, but it had to have been bad. He still didn’t know why they had gotten the souls with power but hadn’t complained at the time. “Does it have to do with those who you brought with you?” he asked.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow as he blushed very slightly, nodding his head. “Yeah. I suppose nothing gets past you does it?” he sighed, rubbing at his head with a slight smile.
“No, it does not. These Avengers...just who are they?” Yamamoto asked. Ichigo hummed and dug around in his kosode and pulled out his living world phone that had been tinkered with by Urahara. Pulling up the files that were online about each of the Avengers, he sent the information to the small computer that Yamamoto used to keep up with the living world.
“Let’s see. I’ll start with the two who aren’t really well known and for very good reasons seeing as they’re both spies and assassins. They both work for an agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. which stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division,” Ichigo started, watching as Yamamoto pulled up the basic profiles. “Code names Hawkeye and Black Widow. He’s an archer and long distance assassin, while she is more undercover and seduction work. Real names are Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. They both are dangerous, but mostly human.”
“Mostly?” Yamamoto asked, tilting his head as Ichigo smiled slightly. “What is it that you know child?” he asked.
“Barton has Quincy blood in him from somewhere in his family. It’s been a few generations is my guess and their powers didn’t pop up but he does. It made my blood sing,” Ichigo said, chuckling softly. “And Romanoff was messed around with genetically which brought out her own sort of powers. She has an enhanced spiritual and spatial awareness.”
“And you learned this in a short time?” Yamamoto asked, smiling softly. “You are learning things fast.”
“Had to after all that we’ve gone through,” Ichigo snorted, looking down at his phone with a frown. “Let’s see. Then there is the God of Thunder, lightning, storms, oak trees, strength, the protection of mankind and is connected to hallowing healing and fertility. The legends are at least somewhat true when it comes to him.”
“I remember that he had been but a babe when his father, Odin, had left this world for the last time,” Yamamoto admitted. He stroked his beard as he stared at the picture of Thor. “He wields Mjolnir I take it?” he asked.
“He does. Though from what is said, he lost that right for a time, banished down to here to learn how to protect once more. He apparently lost his way,” Ichigo said, looking up from his phone once more. “Arrogant jack off if you ask me. He’s got a good heart but can come off condescending if he’s not careful.”
“I take it you’ve spoken with him a few times?” the sou-taicho teased gently, getting a scowl.
“Not only that but I’ve seen videos of some of his interviews and the such. I know he’s a prince but seriously, he needs to get off of that high horse of his,” Ichigo huffed. Yamamoto chuckled and waved him on. “Let’s see here. He has a girlfriend in a scientist who is named Jane Foster, who also works, somewhat, for S.H.I.E.L.D., but only on occasion. He’s also the go between for Earth and Asgard.”
“He had a brother didn’t he?” Yamamoto asked, tilting his head as Ichigo pulled up that file for him.
“Loki Laufeyson, adopted child of Odin and currently incarcerated in Asgards prisons for his part of the attack in New York,” Ichigo replied. “And yes, I’ll get to that in a bit.” Yamamoto nodded his head. “Let’s see. We have one Doctor Bruce Banner and his big, green, and dangerous alter-ego, The Hulk. He was testing Gamma radiation at one point but an accident happened and he ended up getting a heavy dose of it. It changed him all the way through, dragging out the power of his soul and infusing it with his living body.”
“So he is a living shinigami much like you?” Yamamoto asked, tilting his head as Ichigo shook his head.
“More like a living zanpakuto. He had the potential to become a shinigami, still does actually. But the radiation fucked around with him and drew out that possibility. His release would have been huge,” Ichigo said. “Or at least that’s what Urahara told me. He’s been watching these guys and going over readouts since the whole thing in New York.”
“We will have to get copies of those from him soon.” He shifted and gazed at the files. “There are two more?” he asked. “They have the same potential as the others correct?”
“That’s right. Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, and one Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. They are probably the best known of the now named group, The Avengers,” Ichigo said, pulling up their files and nibbling at his bottom lip. “Tony used to be well known as a weapons manufacturer, same with his father, Howard Stark. After a time in Afghanistan, where he was held captive by a terrorist group, he stopped the weapons production and turned his attention to making things better for mankind. Sustainable power sources, medical advancements, and so on. For all that the tabloids make him out to be a billionaire playboy, he spends millions in helping the world get better.”
“And his own abilities?” was the question.
“He’s a certifiable genius. He and Urahara could fix the world's problems in a decade if they were allowed to work on them,” Ichigo stated. Yamamoto stared at him, the younger male nodding his head. “Yeah, he’s just that good. He created the Iron Man suit and it’s powered by the small arc reactor that is imbedded in his chest, stopping shards of metal in his veins from reaching his heart. An unfortunate happening from one of his own weapons being used on him and the people he was with before his capture.”
“I see. I’m surprised he has not died yet,” Yamamoto sighed, before tilting his head. “I am thinking that coming close to death though is what pushed his spiritual abilities closer to the surface.”
“And you would be right. He’s followed around by what he calls ‘The annoying dead jerks who can’t fuck off’, who were Roger's friends and comrades back during World War Two. He grew up with the men, all things considered but he didn’t really see them until he started dying, again, but this time of poisoning. He has since discovered a new element that is much like the Cube of Hidden Knowledge,” he continued, using the Tesseracts name for the Shinigami. “He’s currently in a specialized suit for this world since he didn’t know how his other suits would work.”
“It sounds as if his soul chain should have been broken but wasn’t,” Yamamoto stated, Ichigo nodding. “If I had to guess, I would say that should he come here when he dies, he’ll end up in the Twelfth Division, helping our world.”
“He would take all the traditions and turn them upside down and inside out before making things so much better,” Ichigo snorted, getting a smile from the older man. “Now, Steve Rogers, he’s a legend, even here. The one person to become a Super Solider and live to tell the tale even after being frozen for about sixty-six years.”
“How did he survive?” Yamamoto asked, surprise in his eyes. Ichigo rested his chin on one hand and frowned as he thought.
“My guess was because he went down with the cube into freezing waters, it interacted with whatever they did to him to make him a super solider. The water just frozen him so fast and hard that his body didn’t have time to fight it. And the cube just kept him alive somehow. It took them time though to get him free much less woken up,” Ichigo sighed. “He’s a good man but he tries so hard to be more than just himself from what I’ve seen of his interviews as Captain America. Not many people want Steve Rogers I think.”
“They all want the icon and not the man behind the icon,” Yamamoto said, Ichigo nodding. The sou-taicho sighed and gazed at the young man, feeling as if he knew just how Steve Rogers felt and the pressure that he had to put up with to be more than just himself. “So, how long has it been since they’ve arrived?” he asked.
Ichigo looked at his phone. “Just over half an hour or so.” He smirked. “Should probably sound the alarm and send out ‘do not kill, detain’ orders. Doesn’t mean that they won’t kick peoples asses around and walk away. They mean to find Coulson.”
“I believe that he is currently working with Kuchiki-taicho in the sixth for the day. I shall send out the orders and choose who is to go against who,” Yamamoto stated, getting a smile as he stood. “How about you go meet their friend and learn more about why he would have them coming.”
“I can do that,” Ichigo hummed, smoothing down his hakama before smirking. “I gave them maps by the way,” he called over his shoulder as he left. Yamamoto chuckled and set about doing what needed to be done. They wouldn’t kill the Heroes of the Living World but they would use them to test their own defenses.
He sighed when he realized that he hadn’t gotten the information on the attack that had sent everyone into a tizzy. He made a note to do that later.
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