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Avenger/Bleach Ministories	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Strolling through the Thirteenth division, Ichigo gazed at the rather beautiful gardens that sat in the middle of the offices, taking in the swaying flowers. He turned so that he could lay his arms on the railing as he watched the flowers.

Ichigo could feel the fighting going on, Unohana the first to disappear from the field of battle. The small communicator that was connected to the Avenger’s communicators beeped at him, prompting him to pull it out and look at the message on it. “Tony is down,” he hummed to himself, tucking the communicator away once more. Going back to the garden view, he smiled slightly.

Yamamoto had given the order not to kill the ‘invaders’ but instead bringing them in so that they could talk about why they were there. He could understand wanting to get to a loved one, having loved Rukia enough in his own way all those years ago to invade Seireitei. But the kind of love that Clint held for this Phil Coulson was so much more than the puppy love that he had held for her.

Clint’s love would last until the day their dimension was dissolved into nothingness. And even then his love would continue on, spreading through all of the world’s and touching every incarnation of them. He had a feeling that Coulson was the same way in regards to his husband.

It kind of made Ichigo smile to himself as he stood straight before vaulting over the railing, dropping down to the flagstone ground below. Landing lightly, he took a moment to regain his balance before walking over to the large tree that sat in the middle of the garden. Sitting back against the trunk, he sighed and let his eyes close, smiling at the sound of the breeze dancing through the leaves, relaxing.

He didn’t know what he was going to do while he was waiting, mind running around trying to figure out the people that he had met. Ichigo had a feeling that they were a lot different than what they presented to the world, hiding something under their different facades. It was as if they tried to keep any that wasn’t their own away from them.

But Ichigo figured that was normal, especially for those who dealt with the public as much as they had to. The woman, Natasha, had been stand offish since he had met her which was rather usual but there was an underlying dislike from her. It put him off slightly since he doubted that he had done anything to her.

But then again, maybe she was just paranoid?

Clint was nice enough but there was a lot of pain under his mask of indifference laced with interest in who Ichigo was. He was very much in love though and wanted to at the least see his lover as often as he could.

Bruce was pretty balanced in his life, which Ichigo thought was a good thing considering his other half. He was a nice guy, wanting to know all that he could about the spiritual world, and somehow explain it in sciency terms.

As Ichigo had called it much to the scientists amusement. Bruce had laughed and agreed with him when they had been talking, getting ready to head through the gates.

Tony seemed to be all that he was as portrayed by the tabloids: arrogant, loved women, flirted with anything he thought was pretty, scary smart, and filthy rich. But he was also a wonderful friend, and loved the rest of the Avengers with a fierceness of a made family. He seemed to have his own ghosts that followed him around and weighed down on him, but having his friends around seemed to help him get rid of them.

Steve, the man known as Captain America, had seen war, been in the very heart of it. He had seen the dirty grittiness of it. He knew how it was to be hailed as a war hero but in private barely keep it together. They had connected pretty easily but they probably wouldn’t be truly friends just because of the man’s history. There were just somethings that one would have a hard time getting over, and Japan’s place in the war was one for a war veteran, no matter how caring that person was.

Now Thor was obviously a very old being, having been around of centuries. He was considered a God by many, an alien by others, and he used technologies and magic mixed together that made people drool and curse at the same time. He was a caring male who had been through quite a lot through the last few years. At least if the forums that he read were right.

He was jolly, which was something that Ichigo hadn’t ever used before when it came to describing someone.

Sighing softly, Ichigo wiggled around and settled better against the trunk with a groan, trying to shut down his mind enough to just relax. He really didn’t want to think about the group. Didn’t want to think about everything that was going on. He didn’t want to think about how some of his own friendships that the Avengers made him think of were broken and hurting.

He didn’t want to have to deal with that right now.

As Ichigo relaxed against the tree, finally getting his mind away from his problems and the Avengers, he missed the fact that he was being observed. A somewhat tall male stood on the railing, one hand sitting on the railed, his other hand tucked into pants under a short kimono. Brown eyes watched as he relaxed, face thoughtful as he wondered if he was the one that everyone thought was near God like with his loyalty and strength.

Phil Coulson shifted on his feet, and started to walk once more, heading for the stairs that would take him down to the garden. He had seen the young male as he stared at the garden before vaulting over the railing but hadn’t really been able to get the details of his looks. But now that he had gotten the chance to look at him, he was curious as to meet the young substitute.

He could feel, barely since he was still learning, the fighting going on around the Seireitei, but didn’t know what was going on. Jushiro had just smiled at him as he dashed off, calling over his shoulder that he would explain later, before leaving him with paperwork.

Even in death there was paperwork to be done and since Phil was taking private lessons with the silver haired taicho, he was stuck with a lot of it. Despite the fact that he worked and lived in the sixth, he often found himself in the Thirteenth due to the even keeled nature of Jushiro. But to be ditched by the man who was fast becoming his friend had left him miffed.

Thus why he had gone for a walk and found the young substitute at the railing.

Walking down the stairs, he walked over to Ichigo, brown eyes opening as he tilted his head and looked up at him with a frown on his lips. The two males gazed at each other before the younger huffed and stood up with a low groan.

“Coulson Phil yes?” Ichigo asked, Phil nodding his head, looking curious at him. “You’re younger than the picture that your friends showed me, but I suppose that happens when it comes to this world.”

“They believe that I de-aged about 10 years,” Phil drawled. “Friends?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

“How about we go for some tea and I can tell you all about it,” Ichigo sighed, standing up with a groan. Stretching, he smirked and waved a hand. “Your friends are...interesting.”
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