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Through the Rift of Time	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the Avengers, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Through the Rift of Time
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Avengers
For: CutsyCat
Part: 4
Characters: Clint, Phil, Sebastian, Ciel
Word Count: 1,427
Warnings: meh, nothing really
AN: Dude so much writing has been going on for this Avengers/Bleach story. I'm hoping to have it done sometime by February. It's gonna be LONG since I have a lot to go over though. So we'll have to see how it goes.

Anyways, enjoy!

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Walking around the room, Clint smiled slightly and ran his fingers over one corner post of the large bed as Phil set up the solar panel in the window, plugging it into the tablet, smiling as it chirped at him. “It’s charging now. We’ll be able to contact our friends and write out our reports,” he said.

“Can we watch movies on it to?” Clint asked, Phil shaking his head as he pointed to the net speed counter that he had pulled up.

“Not enough speed. But we can get around and keep in touch with our world,” Phil promised, turning around and pulling the high backed chair closer to take a seat. “Sebastian is supposedly creating enough clothes for us to use during our stay here,” he told his lover, Clint humming and moving to the large dresser that took place of the armoire that most rooms would have.

“Well I can live without that,” Clint mused as he pulled off his bracers, placing them onto the dresser. “So we’re just waiting for them to reopen the portal? Do missions with these two?” he asked, Phil nodding. “Has Tony been nice enough to send us an e-mail about what’s going on here?”

Phil opened their e-mail before he blinked. “Not Tony but apparently our future Ciel and Sebastian,” he drawled, opening the e-mail and reading it off. “To Phil and Clint, you are most likely sitting in my guest room in my mansion that burnt to the ground, for a third time about three years after you leave, reading this. I was asked to send this e-mail to tell you what will be different in the way the history is handled and the way it actually is.”

“Well, I’m liking this already,” Clint drawled as he pulled off his arm bands next, laying them down along with his belt.

“We weren’t quite as stiff necked as we are made to seem in the history books. At least not within our homes and with close friends,” Phil continued to read. “Stay respectful, especially of those who are a part of the church in those years. They tend to be very uptight about relationships and having children. Considering the era and the medical attention offered then, it’s not very surprising really.” He snickered.

“Oh, he got subtly sarcastic,” Clint snickered as he moved to sit down on the bed, now free of his various belts and holsters, tugging off his shoes with a smile.

“He did apparently,” Phil hummed, shaking his head with a smile dancing on his lips. “It goes on to tell us that they don’t go to church but they do see the Queen on occasion. Mostly though, they get their missions from her personal messenger. The last one was actually an Angel who had a split personality going on, as he calls it, but the new guy was vetted by them. He’s a good man, but is a hidden witch, a mutant that would have been hung if he had been found out. The Queen has a strict ‘no knowledge’ policy when it comes to such people under her command.”

“So even though she does ‘know’ about them, she doesn’t admit to it?” Clint asked, raising an eyebrow at his lover. Phil nodded his head with a sigh. “Well, I suppose that in this time it would be a good thing.”

“Just like our world leaders in the future, Queen Victoria does have to work within the policies of her people, while working with her people’s thinking,” Phil said, turning around from the desk, pushing his chair to turn properly. “So we’ll just have to keep our heads down and get through this. It is only two or three weeks after all.”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t be too hard,” Clint mused, laying back on the bed with his arms over his head before he stretched. “You think that the walls are thick?” he asked finally, looking around.

“They are actually,” Sebastian said, smiling softly. “There is a reason why nursery’s are just off of the parent’s rooms if they are sleeping together, or in the same room if the mother wants it that way. Or why there are nanny rooms attached to a nursery. The walls must be thick to be able to help keep out the cold of the winter months and the heat of the summer months.” His smile stretched as he held up a set of clothes, tilting his head. “I have a couple sets of shirts and pants ready. You’ll find that we most often wear the same shirt a few times a week, most often just letting it hang outside to air out until laundry day. We change vests and jackets according to what we need.”

“Such an odd way of doing things,” Clint hummed, staring at the shirts before standing up and taking them, finding his own. “Thanks,” he said, putting one of his, and both of Phil’s sets down onto the bed before heading into the personal bath of the guest room.

Phil chuckled and shook his head. “He takes his looks very seriously, especially in a situation where he has to be someone not who he actually is,” he explained, Sebastian tilting his head.

“And what is he?” he asked, moving into the room to pick up one set of clothes, smiling at the fact that Clint’s second set of shirts and pants were tucked between Phil’s.

“A pansexual spy who kills for a living while making my life chaotic,” Phil chuckled as he shrugged.

“I do believe that I will not ask about the ‘pansexual’ comment since I’m thinking that it’s a later term when it comes to sexuality,” Sebastian said, getting a nod. “But it sounds as if he does the same as Ciel does for me.”

“He drives you into insanity and all he does is smile as he brings you back?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow. Sebastian chuckled and nodded his head. Walking to the dresser, he placed the clothes into the top two drawers along with scented satchels.

Catching the curious look, the demon butler tilted his head. “The satchels repel bugs but keep your clothes smelling fresh while in the drawer. I would have had three pants and shirts but I don’t have enough fabric and thread. I need to head into town for several items as it is. Is there anything that you need while I’m there?” he asked.

“Can you get a small gun for me? Something that can fit into my hand and won’t take much to load it if I need to run,” Phil said, thinking about that. “And if you can, a quality bow with some arrows if you don’t have one here? Clint works best with them while doing jobs,” he admitted.

“I can get those things,” Sebastian promised, nodding his head as he closed the drawer. “Is there any food allergies I should know about?” he asked.

Phil frowned before smiling as Clint came back out, his uniform in hand and wearing the clothes. “Clint has an allergy to carrots. He can’t have them unless you want him to complain for three days with a rash,” he drawled, getting a scowl from his lover.

“Tattle tale,” Clint teased as he moved to hide the uniform into the bottom drawer of the dresser. “Go change, dearest,” he said, “get used to the change of clothes.”

“When we get home, I’m going to send you to the sewers to help the guys down there clear out more of those charges,” Phil grunted, standing and getting a change of clothes, noting that Sebastian was closing the drawer of one of the side tables. Deciding to let it be for the moment, he walked into the bathroom and closed it, changing into the pants and shirt, pleasantly surprised at how well they both fit.

Walking out of the bathroom, he raised an eyebrow at finding Ciel watching Sebastian and Clint leaving the bedroom with an amused look. “Where are they off to?” he asked.

“My guess? The archery range,” Ciel drawled, smiling slightly. “I came up to invite you to sit with me, have a light lunch.”

“That sounds fantastic,” Phil said, smiling at the other man and following him to a smaller dining room where lunch waited for them. The two men settled in and talked as they ate, learning quite a bit about each other.
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