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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, Okoye, Xavier, Magneto, Stephen, Clint
Chapter: 17
Word count: 1638
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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Arriving at the school and riding the plane elevator down to the jet hanger, Ichigo sighed as the gangplank opened. He picked up his backpack and duffle, slinging them over one shoulder before grabbing the handle of his rolling suitcase, he led Bucky down the stairs. Pietro, and not so surprisingly, Wade walked past them to lead Clint out on the rolling bed and into the medical area of the mansion.

“I will be nothing but happy to get back to the Stark Tower and sleep for the rest of the night,” he grumped to Xavier, the man chuckling softly. Stephen stepped out of a portal, nodded his head and walked over to where Clint was waiting for him, wanting to check on him. That left Ichigo, Charles and Okoye in the main room, knowing that Ororo was waiting to be called to escort the Professor to his own room.

Okoye smiled and yawned as Xavier gazed at them. “I have had one of the guest rooms set up for Miss. Okoye here if she would like.”

“I would like that, yes. The trip was long. And the day was even longer,” she said, bowing slightly.

“Ororo here will show you the way to your room,” Xavier said. He nodded to the white haired, blue eyed, black woman who came to stand next to him.

“Please. Follow me,” Ororo requested, smiling and leading the other woman into the main house while Ichigo stayed standing, Eric coming to join them. The metal manipulator ran his eyes over him and raised an eyebrow, only speaking once they were sure that the woman was gone.

“You look like you’ve seen the better side of the sun,” Eric drawled, Ichigo smirking.

“You would be rather surprised at just how much sun can get into a room even when you don’t want it to get in,” Ichigo replied. He rolled his eyes. “Is my ride here? I want to get to the tower, shower, and then sleep,” he said.

Xavier smiled at him, turning his wheelchair around. “One Happy Hogan is waiting for you upstairs in front of the mansion to take you home. It seems as if he was bored and his sleep schedule is a bit off,” he told him.

Ichigo sighed, rolling his eyes. “That man is paranoid about me. I swear. My sisters. My father. Tony. Loki. None of us can ever drive ourselves around unless it’s in one of the cars that want to be tanks. Or he vets whoever is driving us himself,” he drawled. He grasped his roller bag and waved a hand. “Lead the way please. I’ll come back. Not today. Today is sleeping. But tomorrow, I’ll be around to talk about paperwork for the Accords Panel that I need to deliver with my report as well.”

“I’ll show him to the front, Charles,” Eric said, patting his friend on the shoulder. “Go to bed.” Xavier smiled slightly up at him before turning around in his chair and heading for one of the elevators. Eric lead Ichigo to another elevator, calling it down to them, allowing him to step in before him.

Leaning back against the wall, Ichigo yawned as he watched the numbers, surprised that they were going from so deep in the mansion up to the upper levels. “Has Wade been driving you guys crazy?” he asked as they stepped out onto the first floor.

Erik snorted as he eyed the young man. “Not...truly. He has been teaching young Yuko and Sonic how to fight dirty when in a fight,” he admitted.

Ichigo gave him a look. “You of all people should know that a fight isn’t always a clean one,” he said as they walked through the empty, quiet halls. He nodded to Logan as they walked past, amused by the way the man was glaring at a cup of bagged green tea. “Professor Xavier, while a good man and one who knows how to do things well, doesn’t like the thought that sometimes to win a fight, you must fight dirty.”

“I believe that he thinks that it will drag all of us all down if we fight dirty,” Erik said as he opened the front door. Eric and Ichigo found Happy standing by the car with the trunk open, waiting for him. Carrying his things over, Erik walked down the stairs behind him, nodding to the man.

Placing his suitcase and duffle bag into the trunk, Ichigo walked around to the open door, looking to Erik. “Tell the professor that fighting for a good cause can only be clean when it is just kept to words. But when it comes to fighting physically, you must be smart. And if you need to, fight dirty. Do not fear doing it.”

With a smile at him, Ichigo put his backpack onto the seat and slid into the car. Happy chuckled and closed the door, leaving an amused Erik behind as he walked to the drivers side and got in. Erik watched as they left and turned around, walking inside. He found Charles coming off of the elevator with a thoughtful look on his face.

“He is right, you know. Deadpool may fight dirty every time that he fights, but we are not lowering ourselves if we fight dirty to come out alive and whole. You and I both know that there were times that I had to fight in a not so nice way to get away from people,” Erik reminded him. Charles sighed and nodded his head.

“Yes. I remember the after-effects of World War two showing me that sometimes it is the dirty fighting that gets things done,” Charles said. He watched as his friend and sometimes lover walk up to him with a small smile. “Are you returning to your room?” he asked.

Erik shook his head and stroked one of Charles’ cheeks. “No. Tonight, I do think I wish to have you next to me,” he said, moving to stand behind his lover and push him to the kitchen. “But first I think some tea would be a good idea to start with. Some hot honey vanilla chamomile tea to soothe both of our minds. And perhaps some discussion about how best to fight dirty while keeping our morals.”

Charles snorted, reaching back to pat at his hand. “I would like to not have any one kill someone. But I do know that Yukio and Sonic both know how to kill and how to turn those same moves into non-lethal attacks. I believe that the whole issue that happened with Deadpool and the school helped to show them that sometimes, death is inevitable, but we will still work to avoid it if possible.”

“Wade was and is a mercenary. Despite that he works with us, Spiderman and the New Avengers, he still is. Oh, and sometimes the Defenders,” Erik drawled. He ran his fingers over the back of Charles’ head with a smile, getting an amused look from him. “He is a good man with a good heart, but he will help our people live in the long run. And stay safe no matter who should attack us. Those who wish to hurt us will not be so nice as you when attacking.” He smiled. “And I know you know this.”

Charles sighed and nodded as he was rolled up to the island in the smaller of the kitchens and watched as Erik moved about.

He watched as the metal manipulator pulled down a box of tea, found their strainers, two cups, and the kettle. Erik filled the kettle, heating it while he packed the strainers. It didn’t take very long for Erik to have two cups of hot tea, Charles taking the time to really think about what he had been told and just what Ichigo had said to them.

“I believe that when he has time that I would enjoy having Ichigo come and teach a few of his moves to some of our stronger or more flexible fighters,” Charles said. “And maybe show some moves that would make good defensive moves to help protect those who need it. Not very often, I have no doubt that his life is busy, but sometimes. I have a feeling though that if he cannot come himself, he will find someone to come for him,” he said as he took his cup.

Erik perched on a bar stool and stirred in a bit of honey into his tea, his eyes lost in thought. “I would think that he most likely would have someone do it for him. From what I know of him, he knows quite a few people and if that person is a part of the Seireitei…” He trailed off thoughtfully, Charles humming into his tea. “They could, I hope, be able to introduce our students to the spiritual side a bit more.”

“We will speak with him when he comes to talk for his report,” Charles decided, Erik smirking at his friend over his cup. “Drink your tea. I do wish for a hot shower before we rest,” he teased, getting a low chuckle. “Do be glad that I am able to do such things that I do not need a full-time nurse.”

“Yes, I am glad. You would hate having someone hovering around you at all times,” Erik stated. He got a smirk in answer as they drank their tea. Cleaning up, they headed up to Charles’ bedroom. With a shared shower, they climbed into bed, knowing that Charles would bet getting up a little later than usual, but still early enough that they could enjoy the day while in hiding.

One bad thing about being a telepath was that getting less sleep than normal, meant that one’s shields tended to be weaker than normal.
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