This is going to be another Bleach/Avengers crossover.
Fem Ichigo is going to be going by the name, Shion, because it's stuck in my head and I can't get it out. And as of now there are no pairings, but that may change later on if anyone has any suggestions.
The plane ride to Wakanda was...painfully long and boring. Not that she had expected it to be anything else. After all, one usually didn't tend to long for excitement when flying several hundred thousand feet up in the air across the country/ocean in someone's private jet.
It simply wasn't wise to want, something. A tornado, a volcano, an engine stalling or even a terrorist attack. While all of them would have killed time and lessened her boredom significantly, it still wasn't wise to want such things to occur.
"Do you understand why I'm sending you to Wakanda?" The annoyingly chipper voice of her tormentor asked from the other end of the web cam attached to her computer.
She pointedly glared at the man, silently promising that once everything was settled that she would deal out swift and painful retaliation for this clusterfuck that he'd dragged her practically kicking and screaming into barely a month after their first accidental meeting.
Thinking back on that day- she seethed over the fact that she had decided not to kill him. Not that she normally went psycho ax-murderer on people or anything. But there were simply some people that she could and should make an exception for.
It was only one damned man. It wasn't like she'd be killing millions for god's sake.
"Hey! I'm talking to you kid-"
She made an angry sound in the back of her throat before finally snapping, "Shut. It! I can hear you just fine- I don't need you to constantly breathe down my neck about the same shit! I get it! I'm going to Wakanda to live for a little while and protect your former friends from harm- while you play devil's advocate, and amend the Accords so that you can bring them all home. That doesn't mean that I have to like being uprooted out of the blue by some richer-than-thou dick wad who can't clean up his own fucking messes!"
The man on the web cam let out a low whistle before saying, "Whoa hostile. Damn you're cranky. What? Did you forget to grab a nap during the trip or something?"
"I haven't slept in over seventy two hours you little bastard! I have every right to be in a piss poor mood. It's past nine a.m. here. And I'm still awake! Do you have any idea how much I would kill for some fucking sleep right now? Or better yet, some coffee. Because if you can't figure it out without me spelling it out for you, slowly, then you're dumber than you look."
He gaped at her in slack jawed disbelief, causing her lips to twitch in amusement as she reached out with one hand and abruptly slammed the laptop shut before chucking it across the cabin, where it hit the wall and shattered into pieces. Effectively ending their 'conversation' before he could recover enough to make some kind of annoyingly witty come back.
Sighing as she reached up to massage her temples to alleviate some of the throbbing behind her eyes, she heard the pilot come over the speaker and say that the plane would be landing soon. Settling herself back in her seat, she closed her eyes for several moments and let her mind drift knowing that once the plane landed, and she stepped off of it- she would be on the clock.
She must have actually, finally managed to doze off. Because one moment she was just trying to relax and the next, she was being gently shaken awake by the guy that had flown the plane.
"Miss? Miss? Hey, we're here." The pilot said as she let out a goan and let her eyes flutter open as he stepped back away from her.
"We land?" She asked tiredly as she stretched her arms up over her head. The guy nodded his head and grinned as she slowly got up and collected her bags of clothing and weapons and followed him to the door of the plane where he stood back and let her move to peek outside before proudly exclaiming.
"Welcome to Wakanda."
She turned her head to glance at him for a second, taking note of his expression before realizing that he must have originally come from the country he'd just mentioned, and nodded her head at him before softly thanking him for the flight and then stepping off of the plane.
"So... What exactly do you know about the person that Tony's decided to send here?" Clint asked curiously as he eyed T'Challa.
The king, merely eyed the former assassin for a moment before simply saying. "Not much. Stark has only told me the barest minimum about the person. I do know that said person is a female originally from Japan. I also know that she has a specific skill set. But he never really told me much of anything else about her aside from her name and a few other small things about her."
"Okay. So what is the mystery lady's name then?" Steve asked from where he sat, next to Bucky.
"Shion Kurosaki."
Scott snorted and muttered, "Weird name."
"Actually, I think the name is rather nice," T'Challa said more to himself than anyone else before going on to say, "I managed to have Shuri dig up a few things about the woman. However most information about her is strangely buried and difficult to gain access to even for me."
"Okay... So- What do we know about her? Aside from the fact that she's female and her name that is?"
"Shion Kurosaki, daughter of well respected doctor, Isshin Kurosaki. Mother- Misaki Kurosaki, deceased. She has two younger sisters, Yuzu and Karin both of which are eleven years old and help their father in his family owned and operated clinic."
"So...not a lot then." Clint muttered in disappointment.
T'Challa sighed understanding the man's frustration. However he had spoken with Stark on several occasions at length about the woman and the two had come to an understanding that she would not do anything to rile or cause discord among the group that he had given sanctuary.
"I'm afraid not. And Stark refused to tell me more than I already managed to dig up."
"Okay so when does she get here?"
"She should be arriving sometime within the next hour or so from the airport. I have already sent a car ahead with Okoye to bring her here. Until then, I suppose that we must simply sit here and wait for her arrival."
The moment that Okoye noted the girl that stepped off of Stark's private jet, she almost did a double take from shock. She had been advised to expect a grown woman instead of...well, a mere teenager.
My king- Reduced to a glorified babysitter. Well... better him than me. The woman thought as the teen cautiously approached her until she stood a few feet away and then dropped her bags to the ground at her feet and gave her her friendliest smile and asked politely.
"Hello. Is this the car requested to pick up Kurosaki?"
Okoye merely nodded her head, not really sure what she should do. Part of her had so many questions and another part of her was just dying to watch things play out. She was secretly betting that things would play out much like a train wreck.
Which would be all kinds of entertaining for her to watch since her king had not been thrown for a loop in a good long while.
The girl gave her a thin lipped smile and then moved towards the front of the car and quietly opened the door, causing Okoye to tense up a little bit, almost as if she were expecting her to climb in and drive off to take the expensive vehicle for a joy ride. However became puzzled when the girl simply stood there for a moment in uncomfortably awkward silence and then called out to her, "Ma'am? Come on. Daylight is burning."
Oh. Oh! She hadn't opened the door to get in. She had opened the car door for Okoye in an outdatedly polite- if a little bizarrely unfeminine- gesture that was meant to be polite. In a similar manner to how old fashioned males would open a door for a woman.
It was a strangely sweet gesture. If a little inappropriate for one who was both so young and undeniably female.
"Uh...thank you?" Okoye said awkwardly as she walked over to where the girl stood patiently waiting on her, and slowly slid herself into the car and blinked as the teen gently closed the door behind her before moving back to where she had dropped her bags and quietly picked them up and then opened the door to the back and quickly climbed in and shut the door before noticing that Okoye was twisted around in her seat, looking at her oddly.
Instantly feeling her hackles rising, she demanded. "What? D-did I just do something wrong?"
"No. I am merely curious."
"Oh."
"Is opening a car door normal for a girl?"
"Uh...not really."
"Then why-"
"It's something that I used to do for my mom and younger sisters."
"A habit then?"
"Sure, let's go with that." The teen muttered as Okoye tilted her head slightly to the side and studied her for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and then turning back around to face the front and started the car.