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Don't Piss off The PA	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 5865 -:- 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
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Chapter: 29
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Warnings: language
AN: Life likes to sit on me and poke at my bad spots, I swear.

Also, been getting some pissy ass comments on the story. I will say this and will continue to say this: If you don’t like something, fuck off. I’m not joking you. I don’t need your opinion that means little to me. If you like the story, great! I’m happy you enjoy what I have written and posted FOR FREE.

If you don’t, the back button is an easy click and there are other stories out there. Go read them.

For now, enjoy.

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Standing before the giant screen, hands planted on the table before him, Ichigo frowned and tapped his fingers as Jushiro frowned at Urahara, who was not smiling for once. “Are you telling me that Prophecy decided that she didn’t like talking to those who were of the Cursed Lines and Stole Death’s name?” he asked. An odd echo tinged his voice, anger seeping in.

Urahara shifted, hearing the echo he knew well, before shrugging. “Apparently,” he replied. “It is said that Their children all had talents, and Prophecy’s was just that: giving out the prophecies that had to be done. Death just watches the flow and nudges things along when the flow is wrong. Or They connect with other Guardians of Death when They find that They need help.”

Ichigo took a deep breath, calming himself down. “And Death doesn’t know what Their sister has been up to?” Ichigo asked. Urahara shook his head. “Why am I not that surprised. They did leave their systems to walk amongst the stars,” he sighed. “Fuck. Are you guys going to hunt her down?” he asked.

“We are. Which means that most of our forces will be focused on finding her and taking her out, doing our normal jobs, and trying to keep an eye on the balance. Thanos will try extremely hard to get it to unbalance,” Urahara told him.

“That does mean that we aren’t able to spare any people to help you with fighting Thanos and his army on the front lines,” Jushiro said. He smiled sadly. “You do have permission to use your full power the moment that he arrives though. When it is time, just say the release words. It will be a one-time deal and the seal will revert back to normal once it is all done and over with,” he warned.

Ichigo smirked, knowing that he was able to remove his seal whenever he wished to. When he had met the Spirit King, he had been named a Blessed Childe by Them, and hadn’t told anyone about that. He didn’t want to be pushed to leave his still going life. He planned on living his life as he wanted to, and only when he was ready to would he join the Seireitei.

But only on his time.

“That works for me,” he finally said. He stood up straight, calming himself, and looked to the side, finding Romanoff off to the side and pointing to his phone. “It seems as if my work calls. Send me all the information on her that you can, please. I will send it to the Asgardians and see what they can say about her. Same with the Sorcerers,” he finished. Jushiro nodded and cut the video off, making Ichigo sigh. “Romanoff-san, thank you.”

“Of course. It’s Tony,” she said, leaving him to his privacy. Ichigo shook his head and lifted the phone to his ear.

“Tony-san, is there something that you need?” he asked in greeting. He left the room that Tony had set up when he had learned about the Seireitei, allowing Ichigo to call them when he had to. It had come in handy for after the Avengers had been created to fight the portal, and Ichigo had started to dig into whatever they knew of the Asgardians and the army that had been beyond the portal.

He closed the door and locked down the room while Tony groaned over the line. “We’re about done here with the last of the information parts of the trial,” he said in return.

“Isn’t it Roger’s round this time?” Ichigo asked in return, walking past Sam on his way to his room in the compound. Sam Wilson had taken a plea bargain and was staying at the compound to serve his time.

Sam was under house arrest between doing his community service, working for the VA again, attended his own therapy, and in six months once his training was done, would work under the Accords on an Avengers team. He was also a part of the rotation of people who cooked for the compound. He did that three times a week and did it as one way to make his own money while he was training and not able to do missions.

Ichigo had gotten to know the man when he had asked how to do certain Japanese pastries and breads. He found Sam wasn’t a bad man, just misguided and blinded by hero worship and a case of classicism.

“Yeah. He’s working with the lawyers now about how to pay everything off. He didn’t know that he had backpay going back to before when he had gone down and they’re explaining how it had been set up. And hidden from him by some Hydra goon,” Tony replied.

“How was it that the account was hidden? Didn’t they use it for his S.H.I.E.L.D paycheck?” Ichigo asked. “He should have also gotten his liaison paycheck from the military when he was working for said agency as military personnel.”

“He didn’t know about it since they created a new account that he used instead. Since Sharron never told him about the account that Peggy had set up, he had never looked for it. He’s learning that when it was set up, taxes were paid out of it on time, and a bit of it was invested to make good money. Again, taxes paid. Someone outside of S.H.I.E.L.D. did the taxes though,” Tony explained. “Since he had a lot of money in it, he’s going back to living like he did before, but he’s also talking about setting up a payment plan to pay off the damages and funerals, funerals first, so that he doesn’t go broke and not have a cushion to fall back on.”

“At least he’s finally thinking straight, even if that will take a while,” Ichigo snorted. He still remembered the number that had been discussed and decided on.

Wilson was going to be working to pay his fines back over the next ten years, doing high paying classes on mental disorders in the military and how PTSD happened.

Romanoff had taken her punishment with only some grumbling. She wasn’t allowed near Bruce or Valkyrie for the moment, and she had quite a bit of community service to do herself. She was also paying off a fine, but less because she hadn’t been a part of a majority of the fighting.

Last time he had spoken to her one on one, she had started to sew blankets to sell and donate between teaching some of the fighting skills to younger recruits.

“Yep,” Tony said, his voice drawing Ichigo back from his thoughts as he scanned his tag. “He’s going to be paying about a thousand a month, maybe more depending on what his returns on his interests are,” he said, sounding amused. “But I think he’s finally getting just how much he fucked up and fell off the path that he was on originally. He’s been silent for most of the witness testimonies.”

“Puppy dog eyes?” Ichigo asked, getting a grunt. “You poor thing. Do you want me to pick up some of that coffee that you love so much and some dinner? Since I’m all alone while my family is in Japan, I do not want to be at home alone,” he continued, kicking the door closed.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, can you come pick up M’Baku from the courthouse? We had an issue and he ended with a mild concussion from being shoved into a wall by the idiot trying to escape,” Tony asked. Ichigo hummed.

“I can do that,” Ichigo replied. He tucked his tag into his pocket, grabbed his purse and headed out of the bedroom. He took a shortcut and walked out into the dining room, waving to Peter and Harley at the desk.

“Thanks,” Tony replied. Someone else spoke on the other side of the phone. “M’Baku asks that you pick up some food since it seems that we don’t actually have a lot in the kitchen.”

“Thus why I asked, cause I know exactly how much food you’re down to,” Ichigo said, hearing his phone beep at him. Pulling it away from his ear, he read the message that said he had money in his bank from Friday. Holding it up again, he continued. “I have the money. I’ll grab M’Baku-san and T’Challa-san, and put in the order while I’m at the courthouse. We’ll pick up on the way to the tower, and settle in. You want your usual?” he asked, as he checked his purse to make sure he had everything.

“Yeah. Oh, if you happen to see Stephen, tell him that his phone is off and that I might need him here at the courthouse in about an hour,” Tony said. “As a signatory.”

Hanging up, Ichigo rolled his eyes, grabbed a bottle of soda from the refrigerator and smiled at the boys, finding Stephen walking in from the backyard, scowling at his phone. He paused and eyed the smoking item in the sorcerer’s hand. “Is that why Tony couldn’t call you?” he asked.

“A young student at the school had decided that he wished to try his hand at lightening, and it hit my table. Along with a good chunk of my research and phone.” Stephen stopped and stared at him with a frown. “Did he need something?”

“You might be needed at the courthouse,” Ichigo said, waving his bottle to the garage door. “I need to head that way to pick up M’Baku-san and T’Challa-san. It seems there was an incident that ended up with M’Baku-san slamming into a wall.” Stephen made a sound and eyed the keys.

“I think I shall just open a portal so that you do not have to worry about the traffic,” he decided. Ichigo rolled his eyes but nodded, leading the way to his car. “I will need to ask Tony if he minds letting me borrow one of his older phones until I am able to save for a new phone.”

“You do realize that since you are an Avenger, even just on call, that by contract you have access to all things that full time Avengers do, right?” Ichigo asked, unlocking the car door. “Go read the contract that you were given and signed, under ‘reasonable costs’. We have phone contracts with Stark Phone and Internet for it all with amazing data. That way you don’t have to worry about missing a phone call because your phone got fried and you have to replace it.”

Stephen paused in thought before nodding as Ichigo slid into the car. Once it was idling, he opened a portal for a parking spot for temporary parking after making sure that no one was using it or turning into it. Ichigo smiled and pulled forward, parking while Stephen followed, closing the portal with a swirl of his hand. The PA turned off his car and climbed out of it, locking it with a click of his keychain.

“I will do so, and get another phone as soon as I can,” Stephen promised, Ichigo smiling up at him.

“They even have shock cases. They’re for if the phone drops, is stepped on, sat on, or tossed by some idiot, making sure that it doesn’t break. It can take quite the beating which is good considering the job that you guys do daily,” Ichigo told him. They headed up the stairs to the courthouse main doors and to the guard posts, where it only took a few moments to get through security. They walked down several halls and found where Tony was in the Accords courtroom wing, getting a curious smile from the man. “Stephen was kind enough to open a portal for me to drive through.”

“I figured,” Tony chuckled, looking to Stephen. “When you have a minute today, I want you to head to one of the Stark Phone stores near the Stark Tower and get yourself a new phone. Your contract will cover the new phone along with unlimited minutes and data,” he said.

Stephen nodded his head, a smile pulling at his lips. “I didn’t even know that there was such a clause in the contracts for one who is only on call. Ichigo had to tell me.”

Tony shrugged. “I wasn’t going to let something like this happen to our people. We need to be in easy contact.” He turned to where T’Challa and M’Baku were sitting. “They’re officially done with T’Challa now so if he wants to head with you, he can since you arrived so early.” Ichigo smiled and nodded. “I’ve got to be here for at least another hour for the plea deal details that they’re tweaking now. Stephen is going to be the impartial witness this time. He’s never had to deal with Rogers outside of the scans.”

“That’s fine. Happy is still waiting for you?” Ichigo asked, Tony nodded. “I will pick up some of that one pasta bake for you then,” he said, looking at his phone and creating the start of the order. “And stop by a store to grab a few other things that we will most likely need. I will go shopping for a full fridge for you while at the apartment.”

“Thanks. You know which card to use for that. Friday will help you if you need it,” Tony told him, smiling at his friend and PA.”

“I am just doing my job in keeping you alive,” Ichigo teased before he went to collect the two Wakandans. “T’Challa-san, if you want to, I was told that you were free to come with me and M’Baku-san. And M’Baku-san, I really do suggest you put on your sunglasses now. I have tinted windows but it is bright out there and there are a couple of stops that I must make on the way back to the apartment,” he said, as he tapped in more of the order.

M’Baku winced at the thought of bright light but pulled out the sunglasses. “That will work for me, thank you. I was told that you do not have certain teas but things like ginger ale or lemon-lime soda would work for my stomach while I go through the nausea part of the concussion.”

Ichigo hummed. “We’ll get that along with some saltines and ginger while at the store. I believe that we have some honey already,” he promised, leading the two to where he had parked.
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