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Estate Managed Love	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 4799 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Don’t Piss of the Personal Assistant
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Characters: Ichigo, M’Baku, T’Challa
Chapter: 11
Word count: 1814
Warnings: nothing
AN: Well now. There are a few things.
1) I am insolating because my mom is one of those people who can be killed by the Corvid-19 virus. Just means I’m not getting Dutch Bro’s for my birthday.
2) This is so darn late because I am tired. Like last 3 days? Next to no sleep for either my mom or myself. Almost forgot to post it today.
3) Thank you for your reviews! They make my day happy and I hope that this story makes your day.
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Enjoy!

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“He cares deeply for his siblings,” T’Challa mused, Tony nodding.

“They lost their mother when Ichigo was six, about to turn seven, and his sisters had just turned three. It was a hard hit for all of them, but they grew closer together. Then things went down and Ichigo started looking for a way to get away from Japan for a while,” Tony said. Loki sighed, placing his half empty cup down.

“Is he still seeing that therapist?” he asked.

Tony nodded. “Yeah. He’s actually dropping down to every two weeks with emergency calls for his PTSD.” He caught the surprised look on T’Challa’s face and smiled. “He’s been through some shit, T’Challa. From age fifteen until about seventeen, he was fighting one enemy or another that dared to threaten his family and friends. On both sides of the spiritual line. He’s got some PTSD, but he’s found someone who can help him with that. His therapist is from a family of mediums, so she knows about the spiritual world. Actually…I think she can see ghosts.”

“She can. At least somewhat, but she has various bracelets that help block her from seeing them so that she may go about her life,” Loki said. “I spoke with her one day when I had to escort Ichigo because of a headache.”

“Did we ever find out what was causing those by the way?” Tony asked.

“Maximoff.” Loki shifted and elaborated when he saw T’Challa opening his mouth. “She was trying to influence him.”

“Wouldn’t work,” Ichigo stated as he strolled in with laptop and charger in hand. Okoye closed the door behind him. “Which is why I ended up with the headaches. And she didn’t have much to say. It’s pretty much been the same for the last couple of months. Steve sighs dramatically over Bucky. Bucky is still a popsicle with the occasional defrost for a few days to discuss what is going on and figuring out what he wants for his current treatment plan. Clint has anger issues that looks like it wasn’t his fault. Wanda wants to kill Tony-san and moons over what she had with Vision. Lang watched and thought a lot. And Wilson wasn’t sure which way to go,” he said. He put his laptop and charger down before stripping off his jacket and sitting down next to T’Challa with a groan.

Loki just looked amused and handed over his glass of tea, allowing Ichigo to finish draining it. “Has she been working on a full report since they arrived here?” he asked.

“Yep,” Ichigo said, wiping off his mouth. “And she even apologized for being such a bitch to me while everyone was around. She asked who was taking care of her plants and I told her that Tony-san and I have taken care of them,” he continued. A servant appeared with another glass of tea, handing it to Loki, and refreshed all of the cups with more tea. She disappeared again. “I told her that she needed to stop being such a judgmental bitch. And to lose the ego. The Accords Council won’t deal with it and she was still on the shit list for the congressional hearing.”

“What did go on with the hearing?” T’Challa asked. “I know that there were two: one the public does not know of and the public ‘hearing’ that happened.”

Tony snorted. “She went off the script without warning anyone. She did apologize later about that, but it was for a good cause in the long run. It allowed her to cozy up to Rogers and get in his good graces,” he said. “I’m still unhappy with her that she didn’t go around him to tell me about Hydra’s part in my parent’s death.”

“I would be too,” Loki drawled, shaking his head. “So I take it that the rest of today will be about resting before we leave tomorrow afternoon?” he asked.

Tony nodded. “Yep. We’ll be leaving after lunch sometime I think. We’ll be getting into New York around nine or so, depending on when we leave,” he said, sitting back.

“I’ll be leaving around three and arriving around eleven at the school so we can set up Clint for a night there. From there I’ll escort him to the Sanctum in New York and make sure he’s delivered to Kamar-Taj to be cleansed of the witch’s power,” Ichigo said, sipping his tea. “I’ll be lucky to get home by two if not later. So don’t expect to see me for a day after,” he warned.

“You’ll be off Thursday and have to come in late Friday. But the Accords Council wants to meet up with you on Monday with your report of your interactions with everyone,” Tony told him. Ichigo nodding.

“On that note, I am going to take a nice bath with some bath salts. And maybe forget the rest of the world for a while,” Ichigo drawled. “I also need to remove the braids again.”

“Ah, I am curious. Why do you have braids?” T’Challa asked, tweaking them and making them swing.

Ichigo snorted. “Mr. Can’t Sit Still to Save His Life over there has gotten into the habit of braiding my hair in some way when I’m still for longer than two minutes and he has to do something to work something out,” he said, rolling his eyes. “For now, I’m going to see if I can’t find some finger foods for while I’m in the bathtub.”

Waving a hand over his shoulder, Ichigo smirked at the fact that T’Challa was watching him walk off before heading to the kitchen. The two cooks happily gave him snacks that they had started to stock on hand for the ExVengers along with fresh sliced fruit and a promise of a light lunch to be sent to his rooms. Ichigo thanked them and headed to his rooms, Okoye looking amused as she escorted him to the rooms before leaving.

Walking through the bedroom, opening the doors that lead out to the private courtyard, leaving the sheer curtains to puff in the soft breeze, Ichigo headed for the bathroom. He opened the doors that opened to the courtyard, again leaving the sheer curtains down for privacy. He turned on the bath and left it to fill, glad that they had come during the wet season, so baths were allowed and that all of the bath additives were all natural from the area.

It meant that the water from various parts could be put through a filter for certain things and used to water the plants.

While the tub filled, he went back to his suitcase and pulled out a simple yukuta, the soft blue color making the delicate koi that curled around the bottom pop in color. A knock came from his door, making him smile as he opened it, a tray with his finger food lunch being rolled in. He bowed and thanked the servant before he left, the door closing after him.

Sighing, Ichigo gathered his food and placed them on a table that sat next to the bathtub before turning off the tub and dropping some of the bath powder that he had been left into the water. Once the water was a vibrant purple, he stripped and slid into the water with a book as he ate.

“Friday,” he called out when he was starting to prune, pulling the plug on the tub, “can you tell me where T’Challa-san and M’Baku-san are?”

Friday chirped once. “I believe that they are in T’Challa’s personal rooms down the hall. Preparing for dinner and going over paperwork,” she said. “That’s what he told me to tell anyone who asked after him.”

Ichigo smiled. “Wonderful. Can you send a message asking them to have some time with them after dinner? I am going to take them up on their offer,” he said. Friday chirped and sent the message. “So cute,” he cooed at the chirps from Friday. She was still so young but so smart, and with her own adorable quirks, much like chirping when she had to look something up or remember the answer.

Pushing his hair back over his shoulder, the braids having gotten wet in the bathtub, Ichigo took a few moments to rinse off his body and the tub before drying off. Slinging a towel around his waist, he sat at the vanity and started to undo all of the braids, leaving him with slightly curled hair. Brushing it out, he soon had it pulled up into a high ponytail and had pulled on his kimono.

Checking the time, Ichigo hummed and decided to relax for the next hour, crossing his legs as he settled on the personal porch of the room, opening his book and starting to read. Friday drew his attention away from the book by telling him dinner would start in ten minutes, and he stood.

A knock on his door as he was putting on his shoes made him jump slightly, not expecting someone to come get him. Opening the door, he chuckled softly at the sight of T’Challa, who smirked at him in return. “T’Challa-san,” he greeted.

“Ichigo. I do believe that made it very hard for M’Baku to focus on our work for the last hour,” he teased, Ichigo blushing but still shrugged.

“Whoops,” he chirped. He felt flattered that men with the power that they had were interested in him. That and the fact that they were very forward with what they wanted instead of dancing around was a fresh break for him. He had others who had power come onto him, but he hadn’t ever trusted them, knowing quite a bit of the Seireitei culture that he had been dropped into.

That and Byakuya had made quite the shield to stop any idiot who thought they could use him for power in some way.

Wrapping his arm around T’Challa’s arm, they started to walk, the man looking over the simple yukata. “I take it that this is a form of your cultures dress?” he asked.

“It’s called a yukata. And it’s a casual summer kimono that is worn because we do get quite hot during the summers. Nothing like the deserts, but then you add the fact that we do have humidity that lingers? And only the mountain towns are cool enough to wear a normal enough kimono most times when we do wear them,” Ichigo said.

T’Challa tilted his head. “Can you tell me more?” he asked.

Ichigo sent him an amused look but talked about the different types of kimono that were out there. He talked about the furisode that he liked, used mostly by the unmarried women of Japan, and the hōmongi which was known to be a kimono one wore when visiting. Sometimes when one went to a wedding and wasn’t a family member.
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