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Don't Piss off The PA	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 5864 -:- 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, Harley
Chapter: 20
Word count: 1689
Warnings: nothing
AN: Sorry about disappearing for a week and a half, but! I was busy prepping for Camp. This means: I created themes for my twitch (under sunnyl people!) for Normal mode, NaNoWrimo in November, Camp in April and July, and Halloween month.

I’ve been planning stories. Namely my Harry Potter Forced Marriage fic and my Mentor Orochimaru fic. Should come watch me write those. It’s fun.

So, next week! Starting Monday will be the start of the one chapter of one story or another a week until the end of July. Camp starts on the first and I REALLY want to finish off these stories. I really do.

So for now, enjoy!

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Pulling his car into his personal employee parking spot at the tower, Ichigo sighed and slipped out of his car. He shut the door and opened his backdoor, reaching in to grab his backpack, briefcase, and the small purse that he tended to carry on his person. The purse had become the way he carried his state driver’s license, dual citizenship information in the form of a passport, a small Stark pepper spray, his Stark Industries pass, and his ID card that he clipped onto his suit jacket.

The briefcase was one that all the Stark employees got when they had to do certain jobs, mostly connected to computers, tablets and phones. It looked normal but also held power banks for his personal and work phone, his tablet, and the matching keyboard for said tablet. He always placed it on the stations that were offered at every desk and in Tony’s apartment, so the power banks were fresh and ready.

On the other hand, his backpack held anything that was paperwork that was still paper, his computer charger just in case, two plug and play drives that held his encrypted files, and a few other things outside of his work laptop. There was also a small makeup bag for touch ups or lipstick changes depending on who he was going to be meeting along with Tony. That day, he also had the very thick report for the Accords so that he could hand it over to the panel.

He had sent the videos that he had taken while talking with the Rogues, along with several files from T’Challa, and the reports from the guards who had watched them already on Sunday morning.

Checking the watch that sat on his wrist, he noted that he was a bit early for the day and walked over to the elevator after waving to the secretary there. He stood before the one elevator that would take him up to Tony’s penthouse, allowing the little red light to scan his ID. “Hey there, Friday,” Ichigo greeted when the camera above the door moved and focused on him.

“Hello, Kurosaki-san. Vision is upstairs with Boss right now to speak about the Rogues that had been placed into their new holding cells,” Friday said. “You also need to redo your ID. Someone tried to use a copy of yours and Boss wishes to get you a new special card,” she warned him.

Ichigo groaned at that news, shaking his head as he stepped into the elevator. “You’d think that they’d get the hint that unless they can pull off the right shade of near orange that my hair is, they can’t use my pass. Can you ask him to set up the ID making for in about twenty minutes? I’m going be in my secondary office to work on my own work and I need to drop off things with Pepper when I get them.”

Friday’s chirp made him smile. “Of course, Kurosaki-san. Oh, and Harley wishes to follow you around until he must leave when you and Boss head to the panel meeting. His mother ended up with a very nasty cold and he has to return to school a bit earlier than planned.”

“I got that message from Harley. I wasn’t free to reply this morning since Karin couldn’t find her shoes and it was a bit of a scramble. That’s fine though. I am sure that he’ll be very fascinated by me answering phone calls and sending out paperwork all day,” Ichigo drawled. He shook his head with a smile.

“I have informed Boss,” Friday said as Ichigo stepped off the elevator on the right floor, heading for the offices. Acting as Tony’s personal assistant, he had three offices to choose from. One of his offices was two floors below, where most of his paperwork that needed to come through his office was delivered if he wasn’t in any of the offices. Pepper’s assistant tended to head down there every hour and shift through them to figure out what should be taken to Pepper instead of Tony.

He did tend to head down to that office himself once a day to check on the paperwork that was on his desk. The other option that he had was in Tony’s penthouse, the room having been rearranged so that he had a desk up there while allowing Tony an area to do his own paperwork if he wanted to.

Unlocking the office door, he paused and gazed around the room, a carefully groomed eyebrow raising as he caught sight of a pile of paperwork boxes already waiting for him. Pepper’s assistant came out of the secretarial area of her office and looked around him with a frown. “I could have sworn that those had been sent to other secretaries to be addressed,” he said.

Ichigo huffed. “The only other person who would have access to any of my offices outside of myself, Pepper-san, yourself, and Tony-san is the head of the secretarial pool,” he said, walking over to the desk. “Friday, who placed these boxes in my office?” he asked, placing his briefcase onto the charging base near his desk. He pulled out the two phones, his laptop, tablets and tablet keyboards.

“The head of the secretarial pool. From previous conversations in the secretarial area, he decided on Thursday that you would be back in town early Friday that you were on your normal hours for Friday and Saturday. And that if you were not in, that was your problem,” Friday stated. “It has already been reported to Miss. Potts and he is already being replaced. Two secretaries are waiting for your call to remove the boxes.”

Ichigo snorted. “I do love Pepper-san some days. Do excuse me, I need to head up to the penthouse still,” he said, turning to Pepper’s PA. He grabbed his two phones and attached both them to his hip. The PA smiled and disappeared into the office next door, ready to deal with idiots. Locking the door behind him with the help of Friday, he took the elevator up to the penthouse and stepped out of the elevator. He found Harley working on eating a bowl of oatmeal with apples that had been cooked soft with cinnamon and vanilla. Tony was leaning against a counter and downing coffee.

“Great timing,” Tony said when he caught sight of Ichigo. He smirked when he got a raised eyebrow. “Vision just left to head to the compound, but he said hi and wishes to resume your normal movie nights sometime soon. If you’ll just stand against that wall, I’ll have your ID ready for you by the time we head to the meeting,” he said.

Ichigo rolled his eyes and walked over to the wall that had a long piece of navy-blue cloth, standing against it. A camera popped down from the ceiling, lowering just enough to take a high-quality picture before disappearing up into the ceiling again. Rolling his eyes, he left the wall and made himself a cup of coffee. “Do we know who tried to use my ID?” he asked.

Tony chuckled into his coffee cup. “The guy that Pepper is replacing,” he stated. Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes as he picked up his coffee to look at Harley.

“Are you ready to spend the morning watching me do paperwork?” Ichigo asked. Harley finished his breakfast, rinsed out his bowl, shoved it into the dishwasher and grabbed his own bag with a smile.

“Yep. Show me all about your job so that when I take over, I can make it easier for you,” Harley drawled.

Ichigo snickered as they walked to the elevator. “You being up and ready for meetings on time and doing what you need to do for R and D is all we really need from you,” he said as they stepped onto the waiting elevator. They rode it down two floors. Once arriving, he showed Harley his office, telling him that the secretarial area was on the same floor but was private with a card swipe so that they could work in peace in a very nice area with a good coffee room.

Ichigo showed Harley the coffee maker and kettle that he had along with his small refrigerator. His desk was large, had a desktop computer, space for his laptop, tablet, and a connection for his landline phone and cell phones. He showed Harley how he set up his work-space, answering any questions that he had.

Harley happily took over the couch, pulling the small rolling work desk that Ichigo kept for just that purpose over with him and pulled out some of his own work.

Ichigo rolled his eyes as Harley pulled out his tablet and the matching keyboard, already muttering about how to make a PA’s life easier at Stark Industries, including robots to run back and forth. Ichigo sat down at his desk, pulling out his headset, attaching it to the phone. He called for the two secretaries to be sent up to him, diving into the boxes and figuring out what should have come to him anyways.

Between the few phone calls that he had to field, and the secretaries that came for the paperwork, he called in for lunch, promising to reply to any e-mails he had about things. He was able to get a good chunk of his work done before Harley had to head to the airport. As he walked Harley up to the penthouse, Friday told him that the Accords meeting was set for the next day to allow the Panel another day to finish going over the reports that they had gotten.

Ichigo made a note in his phone about the meeting with the Accords Panel before sending off Harley off with Tony and Happy, returning to his paperwork shuffling, sending some things to their proper departments. When his alarm went off, telling him that it was time to pack up and head home, he groaned and stretched, glad that they had decided to reschedule the meeting and locked up before leaving the building.
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