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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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Title: Invading for Love

Fandom: Avengers/Bleach

Chapter: 15

Characters: Avengers, Phil, Ichigo

Word Count: 1,304

Warnings: Nothing really

For: CutsyCat

AN: I am exhausted today but I shall deal with it for the moment. Hugs all. I hope you guys enjoy. :D

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“I can not believe this,” Natasha sighed as Clint planted himself in Phil’s lap and proceeded to kiss him senseless. “Clint, stop shoving your tongue down your lover’s throat, would you?” she complained.

Ichigo snickered, drawing their eyes as he ate a bit of his food, giving them an amused look as he chewed. “Let them be. It’s been how long since they’ve seen each other?” he drawled after swallowing his bite. “If they don’t come up for air though, we’ll be late for dinner. Tonights options are various healthy spins on American dishes. I hear there will be some rather nicely done turkey,” he drawled.

The group sighed and waited, Ichigo finishing his small snack before wiping his lips. As he finished his tea, he noted that the two lovers were staring at him, making him cock an eyebrow at them.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” he asked, feeling around his lips with one long finger.

“Nope,” Phil said, Clint smirking, not admitting to allowing his curiosity about the other man finally take root. He had been more focused on getting to Phil than to discover what made Ichigo tick. “Shall we go?” he asked.

“Please. I am rather hungry and knowing my cook, she would kill me in the most imaginative way possible if I don’t eat,” Yamamoto drawled as he stood from the seat he had taken.

“Afrieal-san and her friend are quite...scary when they wish to be,” Byakuya drawled, shuddering delicately.

“I don’t know. They’ve been nice to me so far,” Ichigo chirped, paying for their snacks. Phil chuckled as Clint slid off of his lap, allowing him to stand up to, the lover’s intertwining their hands.

“That’s because they consider you their child and have this need to make sure you eat properly every time they see you,” Ikkaku snorted, shaking his head.

“And the care packages are awesome. If I didn’t burn through so many calories in a day, I’d be rolling down the street instead of walk.” Ichigo sniffed and started to walk down the street next to Yamamoto, talking with him softly about what would happen with the Avengers and Phil. He highly doubted that Clint would leave his lover behind.

Once they arrived at the First division once more, they were shuffled into a dinner room with a very long table that was more like the ones that the Avengers used. The chairs though were well padded and each table set waited for them. Pitchers of what looked to be various juices and sparkling water was already waiting for them, each pitcher with their own little name tag.

“No scotch or wine?” Tony asked, hearing a huff as a woman swept in wearing a simple skirt that swept the floor and a long sleeved shirt under a covering apron.

“No alcohol. You want some, you buy it,” she stated, placing the covered tray in her hand down while several other servers swept in, including Afrieal. “Or Affy here will get it for you later. But no drinks for the underage souls and for the old man,” she stated, narrowing green eyes at Yamamoto.

“Everyone, Rose, my personal cook since Unohana had decided that I would need to eat properly food,” Yamamoto stated as he took in his own seat. Rose snorted while Afrieal snickered. Steve was staring at the two women, noting that they both looked like they had walked from his memories of his parents.

Ichigo chuckled softly and took his own seat. “You’ll get use to these two fussing so much over everyone. They even put Omeda on a diet and whipped him into shape.” He chuckled softly. “Don’t let their looks fool you. They are dangerous women.”

“Aren’t all women though?” Tony asked, tilting his head as he picked up a pitcher of cherry-pineapple juice, shrugging. Pouring some, he found that the base was sparkling water that reminded him of some of the fancier drinks. But it had a sweeter undertone that helped to balance off the tartness of the pineapple. “Okay, give me that recipe and I will love you forever,” he sighed.

Rose and Afrieal both laughed before leaving them to their dinner of apple smoked turkey with honey-white wine glaze, with various vegetables offered, various types of breads, and a few different soups.

As Ichigo dished up a thick clam chowder along with a thick slice of honey sweet bread and a bit of the turkey, he looked at Yamamoto. “So, what’s going to happen to this lot?” he asked as he tore the crust off of the top, dipping it into the soup.

Yamamoto hummed as he served himself some of the various offerings as the others did the same. “We need new lesions in the human world. Coulson-san would make a good one and seeing as his friends all have power that has been growing, he should be there to help them train it,” he said after a few moments of just eating some of his food.

“Sounds like a good plan,” Phil drawled, sitting back in his seat as he looked at the other man, eyebrows furrowed. “So how would we be doing that?” he asked. Clint poured some apple-cinnamon iced tea into his glass and pressed against his shoulder.

“I would be sending Coulson-san here to the Living World in a gigai. Seeing as he was never fully labeled as dead, just missing in action, he shall be able to take up his place. After a time of ‘healing’,” Yamamoto stated.

“Before then though, Romanoff-san must be trained a bit more in her powers. They are coming through quite strongly. And Stark-san must be checked over fully. There are a few things that I can do for him but I wish for him to be in my care,” Unohana stated before she ate a bite of turkey with a smile. “And they are good for you, sou-taicho, if they can get you to eat like this daily.”

“They are,” the sou-taicho admitted. Ichigo smirked into his glass of strawberry-lemonade and turned his attention to the lovers.

“Are you two okay?” Ichigo asked, looking at the other man with a curious look.

Clint turned to look at him and blinked, really taking him before smirking. “Yeah, we’ll be fine. We’ll spar a few times, argue a lot, then get back on with our lives,” he said. He chuckled when all Ichigo did was raise an eyebrow at him. “It’s how we handle our fights,” he continued.

Ichigo snickered. “Yeah, I can see that with you two, small amount of time that I’ve known you two,” he drawled. He reached out and opened one dish, smirking at the fruit salad that was offered. He opened another dish and found ambrosia salad, complete with coconut. “Aw, they spoiled us,” he chuckled, dishing up a bit. “I bet you ten to one, Affy stayed far, far away from the coconut in this.”

“Why?” Natasha asked, looking over as Ichigo plucked out a flake, eating it with a smirk.

“It’s fresh. Affy is allergic like no one’s business. But I bet that she made the fruit salad. Should try some. She uses honey,” he said. Phil and Clint shared a look as Ichigo licked whipped cream off his fingers and went back to his dinner.

They had a feeling that it was going to be very interesting for them while they were there. Especially if they could get to know the man who seemed to know the oddest things about people he didn’t seem like he saw all that often. If nothing else, he was quite handsome and would make a lovely partner.

Even for a short time.
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