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Don't Piss off The PA	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 5864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Don’t Piss of the Personal Assistant
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Characters: Ichigo, M’Baku, T’Challa
Chapter: 9
Word count: 2254
Warnings:
AN: I’m working on creating my schedule and since so many of my favorite streamers are Monday, Wednesday, Friday, I’m thinking Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday with the occasional random stream.

But I hope you enjoy this chapter and I’ll see you guys around!

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T’Challa chuckled as he tugged on a bit of M’Bakus’ clothes. “Come. Let us retire to my rooms. I have many things to speak with you concerning the transfer and how best it will be to speak with the press about the truth of what has been going on. I must send in my press release to the Accords soon,” he said.

M’Baku hummed, following T’Challa to his suite of rooms. He knew that the younger man still had issues dealing with the press. He hadn’t done it very often while they had the village insulated from the rest of the world, but he was doing better. Haivng Tony and M’Baku pitch in where they could helped him do what he needed. M’Baku had worked with the press, and Tony had spent his life in the spotlight.

Sitting down in the front room of his suites, he took the papers that T’Challa had written out so far, settling onto the couch. His friend, King, and most often than not, lover, puttered around the small bar, making them drinks before he took his own seat, tapping at something on his tablet. His lips pulled thin. “You should be clear that you were working under the Accords Council guidance, and that only those who knew needed to know,” he said after a moment, making some notes on the page.

“Perhaps also state that the Russian Government higher ups knew that I was there in Siberia?” T’Challa asked. M’Baku nodded and wrote that down. He continued to read through the pages and frowned. “I may have to speak with Tony about how I did not stay behind and how Vision had already been on the way.”

“You are both very lucky that you had the forethought of having Vision heading your way in a jet on standby. None of you were expecting Rogers to go quite so far as he had done,” M’Baku said. T’Challa nodded his head. “You should probably expand on that but do speak with Tony before you say something.”

“I will expand on that tomorrow,” T’Challa replied. He crossed his legs as he sat back with a thoughtful look, making a note on his table before turning back to the paperwork. M’Baku continued to make his own notes on the press release, handing it over when he was done, smiling.

“Go over it. You do have a few days yet before you must speak to the press,” he stated. T’Challa sighed and nodded. “Perhaps have Shuri type it out for you when you have it all written, and the PR department has gone over it.”

T’Challa made a considering noise and drained his water, nodding. “I will show them the rough draft after I have spoken with Tony about my part in leaving him,” he promised.

M’Baku smirked. “Tomorrow. Do set your alarm though. Tonight, I find myself wishing to...relax.” T’Challa just gave him a knowing look but did so. M’Baku locked the door and took his lover to bed, the windows open to allow the cooler night breezes to pass through the room.

Ichigo, in his room and lying in bed, sighed and pushed himself up from where he had been laying on his stomach, reaching over to dig around in the side table drawer. Pulling out a small crystal with a thread of gold through it, he twisted the top with a grumble and put it down on top of the side table. With that done, he flopped down onto the bed again. “What is it with enhanced beings that have power that I can feel all the time?” he whined at the small, almost panther like, cat that was loafing on his table.

The cat just sent him an amused look before standing and stretching. She jumped down and strolled out of his room, disappearing into the darkness of the jungle just past the opened window. Ichigo grumbled to himself as he stood up, making sure that the screen has fallen closed properly before he lit one of the candles that sat in every room.

With an almost honey scent lingering around him from the candle, Ichigo climbed back into bed, adjusting his light sleeping yukata. “And what is it with Gods and Goddesses having this urge to check out just about any person with power who is in their territory? I’m just here to have a mini vacation and smack around fugitive idiots,” he whined as he got comfortable again.

The sun rising woke him and he soon found himself sitting in his chair while Tony idly pulled his hair back into a high ponytail, braiding the still wet locks into dozens of little braids. He was talking out some issues with the braces that he was having, Friday taking notes after Ichigo suggested she do that on Tony’s tablet. He was using his own to go over their plans for their day.

As far as the others that were still in their cushy little cell knew, they would be speaking with their lawyers via video conferences. Natasha would be the only one who was making a preliminary report to the Accords Council while Ichigo took notes. She would also be getting her newest assignment. When she had signed the Accords nearly three years before, she had been taken aside by the Council, along with Tony, to speak about keeping Rogers on a short leash, none of them trusting his mental stability.

There had been quite a few people who were worried about what he would do, especially with the way he had kept acting after Peggy Carter’s passing. As it was, her niece was being eyeballed hard for her part in things. Since she had given the Rogues their gear, she had found herself knocked down to a desk job that kept her within their eyesight. They were still going over how to charge her once she had been looked over and interrogated on why she had done what she had done.

Ichigo finished typing up his notes for his own report, sighing softly as Tony finished with his hair. “I am not going to like having to deal with Romanoff,” he whined, looking back up at Tony.

The man chuckled, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry. She may be standoffish, but she does have a good heart,” Tony said, smoothing a hand over his hair. “She just couldn’t really show that she had a heart, and you came into your position at the worst possible time. I’m just glad that we were able to figure out that data dump without too many casualties.”

“And that you could get the bodies back if you couldn’t save them. I just had to come in for a job right at that moment didn’t I?” Ichigo asked as he stood. He had decided to go with one of his lightweight business suits that he had brought with him. It was tailored to sit properly on him without any unsightly bumps in the wrong places, giving him the androgynous look that he wanted.

He had already pulled on his underclothes, skirt, and button down, leaving the shirt open and untucked for the moment. Ichigo started to button his shirt, tucking it into his skirt before smoothing everything down and picking up his thin jacket that went with everything. He was glad that he had bought it with the thought of Wakanda in mind with Tony’s help. It was already cooler than one of his normal suits.

Even with air conditioning in most of the buildings, built to allow for airflow and coolness, and fans of all kinds, there was still the humidity of the jungle to contend with it.

Pulling on the thigh-high nude stockings and matching sand colored heels, Ichigo stood straight. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” Tony smirked and pulled on his own suit jacket, buttoning it up.

“Let’s,” Tony drawled, wearing his own lightweight suit. He pulled open the door and found T’Challa, Okoye, and several other Dora Milaje waiting for them at the end of the hall. Holding his laptop and charger in one hand, and small bag in another hand, Ichigo fell into step behind Tony and to the right, the two radiating power as they joined the group. The women fell into a circle around them as T’Challa walked next to Tony, showing a united front as they went to the main cell area that the Rogues were waiting.

Steve jumped up from the chair that he was sitting in the moment they stepped into the conference room, his eyes widening at the sight of a seemingly younger Tony. Sam’s eyebrows rose as he looked up from the thick pile of papers that he was reading, Scott whistling softly. Natasha just sent them a knowing look. Wanda snarled and tugged at the stone bracelets around her wrist.

“Ah, my old...team,” Tony drawled, his smile bland. “So. This is how this is going to work. Tomorrow sometime, you will all be placed into cuffs and chains specially built for you lot. You will then be placed on two different quinjets and hauled back to the United States. They won the rights to whoop your asses before they handed you over to the other countries that you lot broke laws in. Most likely, when you get your sentences, you’ll live them out in the United States UN prison if not working for the Accords council himself. There are four of them that have been spread out over the US. Three more are being built in other countries and will be held to a very strict standard, but they are going to hold those who are enhanced. Or were trained to go toe to toe with said enhanced.” Wilson winced. “If you’re really lucky, you’ll work off your hours on a very strict schedule for the next twenty years.”

Ichigo stepped forward next. “Today, you will speak with your lawyers and they will explain each charge that we have gone through already. But I’m sure that you wonder just what each charge means. There will be someone in the room, either with you or with your lawyer, typing up the transcripts for court reasons. Do not try to attack that person if they are with you. Doing so will only get you darted by one of the Dora Milaje. Your guards will have ear-plugs so they do not hear you while you talk. But they will be watching you like you’re a bug in a glass that is doing something fascinating,” he stated.

“You have all broken several laws. And before you go on those rants that I betrayed you, I never once said that I would hide you from the world. My loyalty is towards Wakanda and what is best for my people,” T’Challa stated. His eyes narrowed at Steve’s opening mouth. “I had told the Accords Council that I would be able to safely contain Sergeant Barnes, the longest United States prisoner of war until such a time as we are able to remove the triggers. We are close to being able to do that, but first, we must finish dealing with you. After that, it will be decided if Sergeant Barnes was in his right mind during the year and a half that he was on the run before you found him. It will all depend upon his answers after we are done with him.”

“It wasn’t…” Steve started, shutting up at the glare that promised a messy, painful death if he kept talking sent to him by Ichigo.

“That is to be decided. He may have had a mental break that made him off-balance. It might have also been a very nasty PTSD mental trigger flashback. We will find out. Later. After you are dealt with. Work with your lawyers and you may live to see the outside world when you are old and gray,” Ichigo said, voice frosty. “Now. Sam Wilson. Step up to the door, present your wrists and allow yourself to be cuffed,” he instructed.

Sam stood up, handing Lang the papers that he had been going through to hold them before walking up to the door. Once he had been cuffed, Lang quickly handed over the papers again before he stepped back and stood against a wall out of the way but in full sight. Sam’s guards opened the door and had him step out before locking the door again, leading him down the hall. Scott and Natasha were called next. Wanda had to be taken out by force, Steve facing several dart guns as she was cuffed and dragged out kicking and screaming.

Steve didn’t put up a fight, the dark guns still pointed at him, and followed his small guard group, making Ichigo sigh. “I hate these people some days,” he snarked. “I’m going to go to Romanoff’s room. Hopefully I will see you at dinner.”

T’Challa smiled and picked up his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it with a small smile. “We are appreciative of all of the work that you have done for us and will most likely end up doing,” he said.
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