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: Happy, Ichigo, Friday, Loki
Chapter: 18
Word count: 1688
Warnings: Nothing
AN: I hate being sick. That is all.
Stay safe.
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Groaning as he flopped into the seat, Ichigo reached up and tiredly pulled out the various pins that held his hair back in a bun. “I hate traveling for so long,” he groaned. Happy chuckled softly.
“At the very least the travel is faster than a normal plane that you would have used if they didn’t want to transport you,” he teased as Ichigo reached down to pull off his shoes. Wrinkling his nose, Ichigo massaged his feet with a groan.
“This is true,” Ichigo sighed, relaxing in the seat. “Is there anything close that’s open on the way to the tower?” he asked.
Happy smiled as he picked up a card that he had in his cup holder, wiggling it at Ichigo. Ichigo could tell that it was the card used just to buy food. “Pizza place. Taco place. Japanese place. All sorts of places,” he drawled.
“All three, please,” Ichigo said, smiling at him. “Whatever I don’t eat tonight, we can all pick over tomorrow. I’m sure those two will raid it. Did Harley-kun arrive?” he asked.
“About eleven. From what I heard, he faceplanted into bed after a shower,” Happy told him. Ichigo hummed with a knowing smile. “Peter is staying with him.”
“Give those two another year at most and they’ll be hooking up,” Ichigo predicted. Happy snorted.
“That there is a suckers’ bet,” Happy said as he pulled out onto the road and headed for the first restaurant.
Ichigo found his phone, plugging it into the charge port, and started to read through the reading his teachers had assigned during their week off. He made an occasional note in his note app, grabbing some water from the refrigerator.
When they arrived at the Japanese place, he smiled at the aromas that greeted him the moment he stepped in, ordering a lot of everything. He was glad that the places that he tended to order at insulated everything, meaning that everything would still be piping hot by the time that he got to the tower.
He continued to read and take his notes as they headed for the taco place next followed by the pizza place. Arriving at the compound, Ichigo smiled at the fact that Loki was standing in the personal garage of Tony. The man was clad in a pair of simple sleep pants and a light tunic, feet shoved into a pair of slippers. “I would have thought that you would be sleeping,” he teased as he climbed out of the car.
Loki snorted and shook his head. “We all knew that you would be arriving late and most likely have food. I’m just here to help you carry everything in,” he stated. He took the box of Japanese when Ichigo pulled it out. Ichigo rolled his eyes and grabbed his carry-on bag, then grabbing the box of tacos and the three large boxes of still hot pizza.
“Of course you did,” Ichigo drawled. “Never mind the fact that I happen to like the fact that more often than not I can get Japanese food after I travel, and I might have gotten your favorite soup dumplings,” he teased.
Loki simply smirked in reply. Happy rolled his eyes at their teasing as he pulled the suitcase from the trunk. “I have no idea what you are speaking of,” the God stated. He paused and eyed the box. “You did get the soup dumplings, right?” he asked. Ichigo huffed at him.
“Yes, I did get your soup dumplings. And octopi balls and goyzos,” Ichigo said. “Mind you, I will be returning home tomorrow. I wish to see my sisters and unwind.”
Loki smiled at him as they started to walk through the personalized garage. “We figured as such. Tony had your car tuned up while you were gone,” he told him. Ichigo eyed his simple gray car that sat in his personal marked space, humming as he caught sight of the new tires.
“Tires too, I see,” Ichigo drawled.
“Oil. Full diagnostic, and even replaced the fan belt,” Loki admitted.
Ichigo sighed at that. “I’ve been trying to get that damn fan belt fixed without being gouged, but I haven’t found anyone like that without a long ass waiting list,” he snorted. “What did Tony do? Buy a car shop?” he asked.
Loki cleared his throat as a blush spread over his cheeks. Ichigo paused in their walking before he continued to walk, shaking his head. Loki caught up after him with a smile.
“He created a new division under the Stark banner so that those who have issues getting their cars fixed or checked can do so without worry. It is open to the public, it’s just without the bi-yearly maintenance and the emergency line jump if it’s bad enough,” he admitted.
Ichigo smiled at him. “I’ll have to check it out when I can, then. I’ll fill out any paperwork to bring my father’s car in as well,” he said. “When I’m not playing catch up.”
“I’ll send you the files when you are ready for them, Kurosaki-san,” Friday chirped in greeting as they moved to put the food out on the kitchen counter. “And Harley was nice enough to put filtered water into your kettle and set up your tea ball with a sencha tea.”
Ichigo cooed softly, smiling at a small camera that he knew about. “I’m so glad that I taught him the fine art of proper tea,” he drawled. Loki rolled his eyes and found the cups that had been set out for him. He flipped the kettle on as Ichigo pulled down the plates, holding a third one in question.
“I’ll just take mine ta go, thank you. I’m off for the next three days so I can go get the samples of napkins, cakes and fabrics that Pepper wants,” Happy admitted. He found the to-go boxes that they had stocked for the compound, flipping it open. After he had been handed his part of the food along with enough to give to Pepper as lunch for her workday, he left with a wave and a smirk, leaving Ichigo at the island as he ate.
Loki filled his own plate, stealing a few of the soup dumplings and placing them into a bowl so that he could enjoy them. “What is your plan now that you are back?” he asked as Ichigo broke into a meat dumpling with his chopsticks.
“I’m going to get some sleep for a few hours and then head home to spend time with my sisters. And check in with my school. See my father and get a few other school things done. I also need to finish going through my e-mail and respond to any that I didn’t have time to respond to on the way home,” Ichigo said once they were alone. “What about you? Are you heading back to the ship?” he asked.
Loki nodded as he wiped his mouth. “I have to deliver some of the paperwork that the UN wishes for us to fill out. Luckily, the way that S.H.I.E.L.D was able to set Thor up with citizenship has made it easier to create citizenship for the rest of our Asgardians. The last of the paperwork is just for the village and land that is coming from Norway. Seeing as our legends apparently are based there,” he said.
Ichigo nodded, smiling. “That sounds like a good plan,” he said, snagging a slice of pizza. “Once I’m done here, I’m heading to bed. Are you going back to bed yourself?” he asked.
“Not tonight,” Loki said, leaning against the island with a frown. “I must gather the last of the paperwork and leave in a few hours. Thus why I was awake enough to greet you,” he admitted. “Harley will be most upset at me for leaving so soon after he has arrived, but the ship is only a week away now.”
Ichigo hummed. “That’s good. Let’s go ahead and put the rest of this away. I’m going to shower and then go to bed,” he said as he eyed the leftover food. Loki and Ichigo soon had the food packed up and placed into the refrigerator, Tony’s favorites clearly marked and the soup dumplings for Harley tucked with Tony’s things. Loki was nice enough to help Ichigo haul his bags to his personal room before he left to gather his paperwork and finish getting ready to return to the ship.
Ichigo groaned as he unpacked his laptop, both tablets, and his phone onto his desk, watching as they blinked on long enough to show that they were charging before they dimmed again. Friday politely set the lights on low while starting the shower to heat up the room for him.
“Do you wish for me to wake you up at any particular hour?” she asked quietly as Ichigo stripped out of his clothes, tossing them into a special laundry bag.
Poking his phone, he checked the time and sighed. “Wake me up by one and see if someone is willing to drive my car with me, please?” he asked as he walked into the bathroom. He found one of his worn nightgowns already waiting on the warming rack along with fresh, thick and fluffy towels, and new bottles of shampoo and conditioner. “And tell Tony-san that I am glad that he thought of replacing my bottles of shower stuff.”
Friday chirped, “I will tell him. He has also stocked you up with some of your favored limited-edition bath bombs, body scrubs, and shower jellies.” She lit up each of the shelves with the items so that he could find it. “He put them all here and some are at your home. He said that for all of your work, you deserved something nice.”
Ichigo smiled softly when he opened the cabinet door. “Do remind me to bring him some of Yuzu’s cookies. And maybe some of those brownies he likes,” he said as he reached for a body jelly that he wanted to use.
“Reminder set,” Friday said, sounding amused as Ichigo stepped into the shower.
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