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: Ichigo, Stark, 3 Accords panel
Chapter: 22
Word count: 1820
Warnings:
AN: Because I keep forgetting: Harley is Harley Keener from Iron Man 3. If you haven’t seen that movie, there you go. That’s who he is.
Anyways, yes! We’re back to our normal schedule! I’m happy about this. This last month has been…insane to say the least. I’ve started a new Fandom (My Hero if you want to know) and the first two stories are of course, a thirsty ass story and a fix it kind of fic.
We expect what now from me?
Anyways! I hope that you enjoy this story and I will see you Friday! *bounces off*
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“To start off,” Mohammed sighed, rubbing at his forehead as if he had a headache, “Romanoff. I believe that you have the most information about her situation, Mr. Stark.”
Tony nodded. “Yes, I do. She had come to your predecessors on the Accords Panel with the plan to play as a spy instead of the Rogues. They approved of that plan,” he said. “She was able to use the friendship that she had garnered in working with Rogers during S.H.I.E.L.D. missions to get on his good side. She also tried to keep things from ending too horribly. When she had to go ghost on us to keep her status, she hadn’t been expecting Rogers to go nuts and take Barnes with him. When she finally entered Wakanda, she met up with T’Challa first and spoke with him about what had gone on and then acted as if they had found her at the border.”
“And the truth of it was?” Li prompted.
“From her reports, she had called him on a specialized number that we all have. She was in Wakanda when she sent that last report to Tony-san,” Ichigo said. “Tony-san was chosen as her main contact due to the fact that he could turn any phone into a burner phone with access to a computer of some kind and a few seconds.”
“At the very least, she was able to keep up her part of the deal with the Panel,” Li said, finally finding the contract that she had signed with the Accords Panel before she had went to head to Wakanda. “We will have to make sure that we put out a full press release about what we can talk about, including her part in things when the trials start,” he said, looking to his companion.
“My PR team has already done the legwork in putting together a press release about this whole situation, including what Natasha has done for the Accords Panel without giving out too many details,” Tony admitted. “They’ll be sending it to your own PR team to go over and decide if anything needs to be tweaked.”
“That will be very welcomed,” Mohammed said as he flipped through the pages. “She has been placed under house arrest according to this. Where exactly is she?”
Tony smiled. “She’s currently tucked up in one of my personal hidey holes with a rotation of mutants from the school that are willing to make a quick, easy buck watching over her. They’re supposedly there to babysit the apartment, but they do have their own jobs’, so they tend to rotate who is doing the babysitting.” He crossed his legs. “From what I know, she’s doing the last of the edits for her own report. She wanted to make sure that any information that she found out since the start was put in properly. She sent me a text telling me that she’ll be done with it tomorrow and will send it to you as soon as she can. From what she said, it’s going to be longer than Ichigo’s novella of a report.”
“I’ve seen her unfinished report. It goes back to the first time that she met with Rogers and works its way through the Chitauri invasion. It’s also including all of the missions that she did with him, and the times that they hung out together,” Ichigo said. He shook his head. “It’s going to also rehash a lot of information that you already know from past reports and debriefs from the S.H.I.E.L.D. archives. I’ve reminded her of some of the interactions that I’ve had with Rogers and the Witch when she was around so that she could add in her own observations.”
Mohammed hummed, nodding as he eyed the thickness of Ichigo’s printed out report instead of the smaller bullet note list that they were using. “Right. How many pages is your report?” he asked.
“Mine? Somewhere around two hundred pages at Times New Roman, size twelve, one point zero line spacing with double spaces between paragraphs,” Ichigo reported. “A normal report format.”
Mohammed shifted. “And her report?” he asked.
“The unedited version that I saw, same spacing, text font, and text size, about three hundred pages,” he replied.
Both men winced at that. “And we will have to read that one too,” Mohammed sighed as he rubbed at his face. Ichigo’s lips quirked, standing and walking over to the small coffee station that was set up for them. He made three cups of various teas and a cup of light roast coffee for Tony, handing them out before sitting. “Very well. Moving on. James Buchanan Barnes. Tell me about what you have discovered about him.”
Ichigo sighed, not looking forward to this one. “James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes, longest living prisoner of war. He was born on March tenth, nineteen-seventeen. He was and is a friend to one Steven Grant Rogers, and is the eldest child. He was conscripted into the army in nineteen-forty-one and was assigned to the 107th in forty-two. They were soon captured by Hydra and saved by Rogers, who by that time had become the face of the army as Captain America.”
Tony rolled his eyes and took up the retelling of the information. “He was lost during a mission where they were to stop a train that held Hydra weaponry and personnel supposedly. It seemed as if when he fell, he was found rather quickly, nearly frozen, in an ice filled river by a group of Hydra scientists. He was turned into their most successful and first Winter Soldier.” He shifted. “He was put on ice, pulled off it, triggered with certain words that we’re starting to work out with Professor Xavier to remove from his brain, and sent off on a mission. If it were to go longer than a couple of weeks, they’d use a machine to make sure he was fully wiped. Hell, they did that often anyways because their version of the super solider serum made it so that he was remembering things if they went to long without a wipe,” he said.
“The Army agrees that he is the longest living prisoner of war to date,” Ichigo said. “At least since Tony-san found all of the information on the database dump and was able to unencrypt it fully. We know that while he had been on the run, he hadn’t had many issues. No triggering.”
“Triggering?” Li asked, his eyes sharpening.
“Give me a moment, I’m getting to that. The poor man has an amazing case of PTSD from the war and from his time under Hydra’s ‘care’,” Ichigo told them. He sneered at that. “Memories are starting to come back to him. Very, very slowly. Actually, Professor Xavier has also been able to help him work through the new memories that are coming back to him. You will, hopefully in the next few years, have a long list of bodies to be recovered, suicides that aren’t suicides, and accidents that aren’t accidents. And the kicker is?” he asked, looking Li in the eye. They all knew that Li would love to throw the book at Bucky and drop him down a deep hole for some reason. “You can’t do shit about it. Because he was, essentially, a weapon that was being used. Brainwashed. Emotionless and used.”
Li and Mohammed shared a look, Li scowled before nodding and sitting back, waving a hand at Ichigo.
“Now, when I said triggering, I meant that his fight or flight instinct is set to Red Alert all the time. All day, every day. Every hour. Every single minute and second. It doesn’t matter what is going on, he’s paranoid,” Ichigo continued.
“So when he was found…” Mohammed said.
“His mind went into immediate flight mode, thinking that the ones who had found him were Hydra. And that Rogers, being the one person that he felt connected to and could trust, was his haven. He was far from in his right mind. He is willing to go to court for everything mind you,” Ichigo continued, “but again, he will be proven mentally compromised through everything that has gone down. He’s looking at some heavy duty mental and emotional therapy.”
“Are you suggesting that it is probably best if we offer him an option outside of the courts for his issues?” Mohammed asked. Ichigo and Tony nodded. “I take it that you have an offer that his lawyer and Barnes would be willing to take.”
Tony smiled at them and slid over the packet of paper that Barnes lawyers had created for him after long hours of talking, thinking that it would work for all of them. Li and Mohammed bent over it, reading over the offer.
Barnes would be attending intensive therapy with one James Howlett, who is now known as Logan or Wolverine when out on the field, and Remy LeBeau, the mutant known as Gambit, as his guards. The lovers had apparently taken to the man. Logan had a few stray memories of Barnes and Rogers from his time fighting in the second World War.
During this time, he would stay at the school in a specialized wing, writing out everything that he could remember as he remembered it and had the trigger words removed. So far, over the weekend, Xavier and Jean Gray had removed his ability to comprehend anything spoken in Russian. Barnes could still understand Russian when he spoke it and had done so when he felt the urge to curse, but he couldn’t hear nor understand it any other time.
Xander had noted that removing the triggers would take time since he didn’t want to do any damage while doing so.
After the first three to five years of therapy, they would see if he was fit to join the Avengers as a full-time member, allowing him to help in missions that they needed all hands on deck. He would be signing the Accords as an emergency member for the current time. When they thought he was able to do it, he would take ten years and be one of the trainers for the younger members of both the X-Men and the Avengers.
Bucky had admitted that he didn’t mind being the backup when they needed the power, but he wasn’t going to be good as a front liner or more than an emergency fighter for at least five years.
He would continue to go to therapy with a telepathic psychiatrist when he did become a full-time member. He was thinking that if Emma Frost did sign the accords herself that he would go to her for his sessions at that time, the woman knowing, somewhat, where he was coming from in being used the way he had been.
Mohammed and Li finally sat up and nodded. “We can agree to this,” Mohammed said, getting a smirk from Tony.
“Wonderful,” Ichigo chirped.
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