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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: Shuri, M’Baku, T’Challa, Tony, Ichigo
Chapter: 6
Word count: 1428
Warnings: nothing really, language
AN: Almost didn’t post this today. I spent most of yesterday hanging out with the girl. I was tired and this morning woke up about 2 hacking my lungs out. Luckily I had some cold medicine and was able to take it and a cough lozenge. So I hope you guys enjoy!

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They soon found themselves in an open top jeep that M’Baku easily maneuvered down the road towards the village, parking in an open covered lot. Ichigo noted that there were several other cars as they left the garage, the three walking towards the marketplace. He was drawn to the sparkle of carefully created pieces of jewelry, looking over each piece with a careful eye. He smiled and bowed to the owner when she noticed him.

Tony chuckled as he followed him, looking at the quality and the two talking about which of the pieces of jewelry Yuzu would like the most. In the end, Ichigo bought a delicate hair comb with a lovely flower copied from the local fauna on it, tucking it into his bag after he had paid for it and the woman had wrapped it up for him. Smiling, he bowed to her and left, meandering to the next stall. M’Baku stayed behind and bought a new pretty hair clip for his young niece that still lived in his home village before jogging to catch up.

By the lunch time rolled around, Ichigo had stopped to buy several lengths of soft cloth, a couple of beautiful decorative pots, and a bit more jewelry. M’Baku set up to have the bigger items sent to the palace along with his own things. Tony had also bought several lengths of cloth, stating that it was for Yuzu to play with for her clothing designs, some pots for himself and a few metal workings that he thought would go well with his family mansion.

Ichigo explained to M’Baku that the mansion was rather on the small side considering it was a mansion. He told him that it had, for a long time, been shut up outside of people going in every six months to give it a good clean out. Now that Tony was opening the home so that he could turn it into a personal retreat for himself, and the occasional friend, he had to update quite a bit of the furniture and appliances and wanted to decorate it a bit softer. More world-wide then futuristic and minimalistic like his father had decorated it.

M’Baku paused and brought Ichigo some of the softer fabric that he thought would make a pretty kimono after he had found out just what kimonos were, and a few other bits for his siblings. He then led them to a little hole in the wall restaurant for some of the local cuisine. He knew from past runs into the village that it was a good place for cheap food, and he liked the family that ran it; they worked twice as hard after their grandmother had passed due to a weak immune system and a particularly nasty cold that had turned into pneumonia.

Ichigo was happy to be able to rest out of the heat, reapply the sunscreen on his skin, and get something cool to drink. Tony flopped down next to him and allowed Ichigo to wipe off the sweat carefully before adding another layer of sunscreen onto his skin. Ichigo couldn’t stop himself from saying something in Japanese about the color of Tony’s skin. Tony in reply choked on his drink, before groaning and responding.

M’Baku tilted his head with a raised eyebrow. “And just what was that all about?” he asked them, amused by their antics.

“The little girl over there can’t seem to stop staring at Tony-san here with some wide, awed eyes,” Ichigo explained. He smiled. “I teased him that he has a tiny admirer. And if he’s not careful, he’ll be a lobster.”

Tony pouted at him. “I do not, and am not,” he muttered. M’Baku laughed, shaking his head as Ichigo took his head and Tony pulled his shirt down. “She has probably never met what Ichigo has called an American Mutt with a Japanese man before. At least not a Japanese man with your coloring in the pictures of the world.”

“I am a very odd Japanese man, I know this,” Ichigo replied, nodding his head before he smiled over at the little girl that was finally walking over with her mother. “Hello, chibi-chan,” he greeted, moving from his chair to squat down in front of the little girl. “How can we help you today?” he asked.

The little girl looked up to Tony, who was watching her with a soft smile, before looking to Ichigo again. “He is really Tony Stark?” she asked, her accent heavy.

Ichigo beamed at her. “Indeed he is. I can promise you that no matter what people say about him, he only bites the really, really bad guys,” he told her with a wink. “Would you like to say hello to him?” he asked. The little girl nodded shyly, taking Ichigo’s offered hand and letting him walk her over, her mother watching with an indulgent smile. “And where are my manners?” he gasped. “I am known as Ichigo Kurosaki, and I am Tony-san’s personal assistant. And his friend. And you are?” he asked when they stood in front of Tony.

“I am Ada,” the little girl said, smiling at Ichigo.

“Well then, it is a pleasure to meet you, Ada-chan. Ada-chan, this is Tony Stark. Tony-san, this is Ada-chan,” Ichigo said, smiling at his friend and boss.

Tony leant over, resting one arm on his knee, holding out his hand and shook the little girl’s hand with his own smile. “It’s a delight to meet you, Miss Ada. I really do like to meet new people, and I heard that this place has some great food. Do you have any recommendations?” he asked. The three men chuckled at the beaming smile and sparkling eyes as Ada started to babble about all the food that was offered.

Tony held the menu down to go over it with the little girl while Ichigo shared an amused look with M’Baku. They ended up ordering quite a bit, promising the little that anything that they didn’t eat would be taken back with them. The mother thanked them for making her daughters day when the little girl ran into the back with their orders for her father.

“It’s not an issue. Children are special,” Tony said, shaking his head with a smile. “And she’s a very bright kid. Here, whenever she figures out what she wants to do, call this number and we’ll be happy to help her with what we can do,” he promised. He took the paper and pen that Ichigo offered, writing down a number that would lead to the scholarship program. “It’ll help her pay for any kind of schooling that she would need or want. Or if you need help for whatever reason and can’t get it from here, you can call, and they’ll transfer you to the right department. I’m finding that I want to invest in your future with the greater world,” he admitted. He blushed lightly as the woman started to thank him again and again before going to get more drinks for them along with their starters.

“You have made the both of them very happy,” M’Baku said, listening to the woman tell her husband what had happened. “They are a small family. Well enough in the fact that they are not as bad off as they would be in the main of Africa, but their family only moved here two generations ago, and some are still slow to warm. Her daughter I do know wishes to go and get a business degree from one of the higher African universities and the scholarship would make it easy for her to do that.”

“I take it the kid has big plans?” Tony asked.

M’Baku smirked at him. “She wishes to turn this small restaurant into one that is bigger. She wants to make it so her parents and her grandfather do not have to worry about money. Or being coldly treated,” he said, shrugging one shoulder.

Ichigo smiled, eyes sparkling with knowledge. “She will go far in this world,” he said. “She has willpower that not many can match,” he continued, watching mother and daughter bring out the starter dishes. By the time that they had finished with their lunch, they had cleaned off most of the dishes. Tony left tips for both mother and daughter, smiling as they left with promises of coming back before they had to leave.

They spent another two hours shopping about, stopping at the restaurant to get food to go to eat at the palace with T’Challa, Shuri, and Okoye.
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