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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
Characters: Ichigo, Okoye, Dr. Strange, Professor Xavier,
Chapter: 4
Word count: 2051
Warnings: Nothing right now
AN: I am going to say this once: This is not an Anti-Team Cap fic. I do not need to tag it as such. We are 4 FUCKING CHAPTERS into a 41 chapter story.

Were they taken down hard? Yes. Because they are FUGITIVES. They’re treated as such. It will come to light just what the what is happening as the story unfolds.

So the next person who says I need to tag this as Not Team Cap Friendly, I will happily shove this AN in their faces again.

Now, I did forget to tag this as Not Wanda Friendly. I don’t like the movie version. She’s a brat who went to Nazi’s. I don’t like her and I get rid of her as soon as I can so I don’t have to write her.

Everyone else? Has to face the consequences of their actions. Even Tony did.

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“Do you want to tell me why the Panel decided that having me do her interview and video was a good idea?” Ichigo asked as he headed for the wing that he was staying in.

“Because you respect the Panel and you are, despite your closeness to Stark, a third party with no major ties to all of the parties involved,” Okoye stated. She shook her head. “You will do your job and do it without bias. You are impartial to it all as much as another human being can be. You are just doing the leg work for the Accords Council on top of that. They will still end up having to go over all of the information that you provide them and render their decision on how things will go from there,” she continued.

“They’ll also have to consider whatever it is that Dr. Strange and Professor Xavier ends up finding on the others,” Ichigo sighed. He reached up and rubbed at his head with a groan.

“I am curious: In the time that you have been here, you have used some odd words at the end of many of our names,” OKoye said, tilting her head.

“Ah, they’re honorifics. Most of the time, they are used for everyone,” Ichigo said. “-San, Okoye-san, is used pretty much universally in Japan. Sometimes it is used in connection with a workplace noun. For example, a bookseller. I would probably refer to them as hon’ya-san, which means, in the way of the American’s, ‘Mr. Bookstore’ in the grand scheme of things,” Ichigo said.

“Are there other terms?” M’Baku asked as he started to walk next to Ichigo a bit more, mentally filing away what he was learning.

“There is the more respectful honorific, -Sama. Usually -Sama is added to the last names of those who had a higher rank or those who are divine. Such as Bast-sama. Then there is -Kun which is used mostly by those who are older or in a higher position to someone who is younger or in a lower position depending on who they are. It is also used amongst family and friends. My father stopped adding -Kun to my name when I was twelve and expressed my desire for a girl’s dress,” Ichigo said. He smiled softly at that memory. “He started adding -chan to my name instead. Which is used for girls for the most part, but sometimes for very young boys.”

“So many interesting things yet to be learned of the world beyond our borders,” Okoye said, looking rather amused.

“Ah, but those are just a few. -Tan is a cuter or more affectionate way of saying -chan. I use it when I speak of Orihime-tan now. There’s also -bo and is used for exclusively young boys or very young children. Then there’s -senpai, and -kohai, which is used to speak about elder classmates or younger classmates respectively. And then -Sensei which is used to address those who teach, doctors, politicians, lawyers, et cetera. Mind you, senpai, kohai, and sensei can be used without adding them to a name,” he continued. “Not that hard. Just various forms of respect and closeness.”

“Perhaps after all of this is done, I will get to steal you away from your work to speak more on your culture,” Okoye said. Ichigo smiled and nodded at her.

“I would like that, Okoye-san,” he said as he pushed his door open. “Though, if you hear me call T’Challa-san heika, just know that it is much like the English word for majesty,” he drawled. He stepped into his bedroom, bowed and closed the door behind him. The two Wakanadans shared an amused look before they turned to leave to let Ichigo to rest.

M’Baku stopped by the kitchens and had some fruit and sweet bread sent to him with some of the cheesecake that young Shiru had gotten addicted to. Tony had offered it up, having baked it himself as he played with his mother’s recipe, when they had first been discussing what to do with the Rogues.

Ten minutes later, Ichigo sent him a text with a thank you, that the food was welcome and delicious. He asked that the pink fruit be offered with breakfast if the cooks didn’t mind, and M’Baku promised to speak with the ones who took care of breakfast.

The next morning found Ichigo waking up, Tony lounging on the bed next to him, making him groan as he pushed himself out of the bed. “When did you get here?” he asked, shoving his loose braid back over his shoulders.

“About an hour ago,” Tony replied after checking the time. “I caught a jet early. I wanted to have as much time as I could get to deal with any paperwork needed,” he said. He watched as Ichigo walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of thinish jeans and a loose t-shirt. “Loki’ll be here before we leave so he can act like my backup.”

“Considering that I’ll be leaving with Barton instead of the rest of the Rouges having the two of you helping will be welcomed,” Ichigo replied as he walked into the bathroom. The door closed behind him, allowing him to take a quick shower. Dressing in light pants and a loose shirt, he stepped out, finding Tony sitting at the offered desk on his tablet, tapping out another e-mail to someone. “Checking in with the Accords council?” he asked as he sat on the bed with a hairbrush to work out the knots in his hair.

“Yep. Giving them a general outline of what’s happening. Today, since we’re not doing a whole lot beyond waiting for Loki and doing paperwork. The docs and Stephen have both told me that if I take care of myself, I can get some needed fresh air and sun. And here is a good place that I can do that safely enough,” Tony said. Ichigo eyed his friend and boss, taking in the way that his therapy that he was undergoing were treating him.

He had already lost some of the worry wrinkles that had taken up residence on his face in the last three years, making him look much younger. The gray that had been starting to work through his hair had disappeared and the original thickness was back. His face had also lost the shallow look that it had gained after the Ultron and Siberia bullshit. It had started to tighten up, as if he had gotten a face lift.

“You’re looking pretty good,” Ichigo mused as he worked the knots out of his hair out, getting a smirk.

“The magical work that they’ve had to do in conjunction with the stripped Extremis shot has worked for my benefit. We finally figured out how best to mix the two and who would be best to work as a healer for more extreme cases. The shot will work with most minor cases. My platypus got it and the swelling and slight scar tissue on his back has been fixed just using the shot,” he said. “We’re still in treatment, obviously me more than he, but I should be done fixing all the shit that’s wrong with my body in a few months. Not a bad timeline.”

Ichigo smiled at him, chuckling. “I can see the changes clearly. It’s good that you did allow us to do this. I take it that the animal testing finished just after I left?” he asked as he pulled his hair up into a high ponytail. “Or at least as well as something like this can go.”

“The pigs didn’t explode. Or the mice. Or the poor little monkey with a lame leg that he can now use. His human mother is so damn happy that she’s been able to take him out for long walks and he can enjoy his enclosure now. And I haven’t felt anything different beyond actually feeling healthy and getting a bit of an age rewind as far as Wong can tell me,” Tony said. Ichigo huffed, eyeing him with a contemplative look. “You can look over all of the test results that Stephen and Christian did,” he promised.

“Thank you,” Ichigo said, shutting off his reminder alarm for breakfast with an absent-minded swipe of his finger. “Come on. Breakfast and then I’m sure someone will be able to show us around the closest village. They do use the South African Rand here for those who come to the outer edges of the village. And yes, they do indeed pay their taxes as needed. It’s just kept under a silence contract.”

“At least they didn’t cut it all off,” Tony drawled. Ichigo smirked as he opened his door, Okoye standing there, looking amused and ready to lead them to breakfast.

“We have been working on pushing out more money to where we can in Africa. Random deliveries of food to the closer villages and sometimes livestock, and food for them, added to their pens,” Okoye admitted, smiling. “We are good with technology, but our virology is weak. T’Challa is hoping that with the fact that our isolation being dropped, that we can now build a proper lab so that we can work on better immunizations for the rest of Africa. Along with several other issues that Africa has,” she continued.

“It sounds as if you guys have plans on how to better life for all of Africa that needs it,” Tony said. He smiled at her as Ichigo tucked his hand into the crook of his elbow.

“Yes, we are hoping to help our fellow people. There are those of us who are not happy with us becoming one with the world, true, but this must happen. It should have happened before now, around the first World War, but we were unable to do so,” she told them as they turned to walk down the hall.

“What happened to that?” Ichigo asked. “The war that was starting?” he asked. Okoye nodded.

“We weren’t ready to have to fight with one side or the other. We have no doubt that if we came out, they would have either razed us to the ground for our natural and not so natural resources, or we would have been dragged into the war to create weaponry,” she said.

“The Vibranium and your technology. Even back then, you guys were good,” Tony hummed. The warrior smiled slightly. “My father actually found the chunk that made the shield that Rogers used on the coast of Greece about a week before the war really kicked off,” he said. “I remember dad talking about going back one day since it was a private beach to see if more had washed ashore. But he never got around to doing it.”

“We had often wondered where he got it since we could never find out if he found it on the black market. Still, most thought that he had did find it and bought it on the market, forgetting that it came from a meteor,” Okoye drawled.

“Nope. He found a fist sized chunk of it on the coast of Greece. He did want to get more to play with electronics, but he wasn’t willing to break those morals or fuck up the budding Stark name by using a metal he hadn’t found naturally,” Tony drawled.

Shuri eyed him, frowning. “What is it that you are speaking of?” she asked. She was wary about the two males that had come to her home to take care of the Rogues. She may worship the ground that Dr. Stephen Strange, Neurosurgeon extraordinaire, but she still did not trust those who were not of Wakanda.

It was just a touch of her old ego appearing, having escaped her leash on it. She had started to dig into just what a scientist outside of the borders of her country went through, but sometimes that ego appeared.

“Vibranium. To be precise, the chunk of it that my father found along the coast of Greece. I believe that he was on that private beach because he was working on weaponry for the military just at the start of World War two,” Tony drawled.

Shuri scowled and opened her mouth before snapping it shut when Ichigo looked at her.
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