Title: Don't Piss of the Personal Assistant

Fandom: Avengers/Bleach

Characters: T'Challa, M'Baku, Ichigo, Various AI's

Chapter: 33

Word count: 1857

Warnings: Language

AN: Why did I post nothing last week? To be truthful…my brain was mush.

Here's how it went. I hit 50K the Saturday before last as of this date. After that it was like nothing mattered. I was tired. And for good reason! I've been writing nonstop since day 1 of Nano and now I was resting.

That and I really didn't like how chapter 10 of the Dracula/Jonathan story ended up and scrapped like 1,482 words so I have to rewrite the entire thing and I will before Friday.

Now, this does NOT mean that I'm doing something in December. I'm actually taking part in World Ember run by WorldAnvil. I'm world building my original world for Retail and Supernatural and maybe doing some world building for Bleach and Naruto headcanons.

So that's fun. :D But for now, enjoy.


Tony stood and stared at the various holographic plans for the coming fight. Jarvis was running the calculations for different ideas for alternate fighting areas off to the side in another holograph, focused on that while Friday, Yuzu and Karin all worked on everything else. He tilted his coffee cup back and forth as he thought hard, reaching out to grab a cinnamon bun that the living Yuzu had made. Ichigo had been rather happy to have his sisters and father back from Japan, bringing pictures and letters from his friends.

They had also brought back a way to get giant amounts of people from New York to other safe houses that were away from major populaces. Urahara and the Vizards had apparently been working on them with the Seireitei's backing without anyone else knowing about them just in case. Ichigo hadn't really been surprised and told him that the arches were the same ones that he and his friends had used to get from the Living World to the Soul Society all those years ago, just geared to take the humans from one side to the other.

The Vizards had taken to working with the sorcerers to train them in how to best walk the path with a group of people and how to feel for those who had power. Those who had power would need to go with a smaller group and everyone was getting pamphlets about how the safe houses would work. They were also given information on how the portals worked.

Ichigo had been hard at work, balancing the care of his sisters with his job as a personal assistant and keeping in touch with the various heroes, anti-heroes, and even the villains who didn't want to let Thanos win.

Loki had even been working hard on his own part of the plans. He had been set up to go on various talk shows, talking about what he had learned about Thanos and his time under the Titan's control. He had, while acting like Odin when the man had disappeared, copied as much of the library as he could and had been working his way through it with a few people helping. They'd been releasing the information as they confirmed it from other sources.

Surprisingly, it had been Deadpool who had been the greatest help to the God in finding the information on Thanos.

Peter and Kamala had already agreed to act like city scanners, making sure that people had gotten out or reached safe houses during the main fight. They ran drills in getting through the city in the fastest way possible while also creating niches that held more canisters of the webbing that Peter used along with shelf stable snacks for both. They understood and agreed with Tony wanting them to be as safe as possible and needing them to help the people in the city.

Sighing, Tony finally drained his coffee cup and looked to the layouts of where people were going to be. The X-Men had contacted every fighting level mutant that they knew and spread the information that they were looking for those who could and would fight during the invasion. They had a list of nearly two hundred who would be spread out on the front lines in America. Thousands of other mutants, superhumans, and everyone in between were working on gathering supplies of every kind and setting up the safe houses that were scattered around the United States.

Even more mutants were gathering in the rest of the world, even the most rigid of governments agreeing that they wouldn't touch those that fought or helped with their mutations. Tony already had plans on how to get those mutants out of the areas as they needed. He did it so that they didn't have to be worried about being hurt, their paperwork for refugee status already partially filled out as much as they could be. He had already created a new AI called Safety to help with that process, some of the mutants using the paperwork via the site that had been built for it.

Along with that, every single villain that they had ever seen, those in jail and not, those that they could trust to not leave them in the middle of the fight, had been talked with. Several of them who were in jail had been offered and agreed to help for time off their sentences as long as they did what they needed during the fight. For those with multiple life sentences, they would have the chance for parole depending on who they were and what they had done.

Tony found it rather funny that Justin Hammer was the one to make some of the better medical supplies for the world, taking number two under Stark Medical Supplies. But apparently the man had worked hard from his jail cell to shift his weaponry company to medical supplies and had expanded his business to three new factories to create any needed medical supplies. The supplies would be spread over the world into the medical camps and hospitals that were being finished off.

Tony sighed. He looked over to the side, finding a plate of actual food that was next to his half eaten cinnamon roll, Sam staring at the screens with wide eyes. "I've never seen your holograms before," the man said, his voice awed. Black eyes flicked over the various lists that were running.

Tony hummed and stretched. "I was tired of being stuck in my lab all day. Loki has been working on things in there, and I needed some quiet to think. Thus why I'm here."

"And why I was chosen to bring you some lunch," Sam said. He shook his head with a smile. "Steve has been stress cooking again."

"And I take it that he's been using his money for it?" Tony asked. He rubbed at his face when Sam nodded. "He does remember that he can use the compound food fund, right? Especially since his food tends to end up feeding everyone in the compound."

Sam huffed out a soft laugh. "Yeah but he's still feeling really bad. His therapy is really helping with his mental adjustment to life now. He doesn't really want to use money for the compound since he has finally gotten the money from the investments and his previous pay coming in," he said. He tucked his hands into his pockets, rocking on his feet.

Tony hummed, nodding his head. It had been nearly a year since the Rogues had been brought in, and just about eight months since Sam, Natasha, and Clint had moved in. Steve had been confined to the compound for the last five and a half months, only going out to do relief services with Lang, his job, therapy sessions and any time the team was called out. It had been working well for all.

"I'll make sure that we set up a paycheck for his cooking if he keeps this up," Tony replied, Yuzu popping up with an e-mail that started to write itself for the panel. "If he doesn't mind working at least twice a week for two meals each day, he can be paid for it. A lot like you when you do your own counseling group here or when you cook," he said.

Sam nodded, rocking again as he thoughtfully stared at the holograms again. "Shit, man. The amount of time that things can change in is…wow," he finally said. He tilted his head back as he rubbed at his head, letting out a heavy sigh. "And that you're willing to deal with us after what we did to you guys…"

"Learning that I wasn't the only one that the witch had fucked with mentally helped in that regard," Tony said. He shrugged with a smirk.

"Still. Her power just brought my own internal prejudices to the front of my personality," Same said. He hunched slightly. "I apparently had quite the deep-set classism issues coming from how I lived and was treated through the years. My therapist is helping me work through that."

"I know," Tony said, smiling at the look. "I get reports that tell me how therapy is going for you and the issues that are coming up. Only basic things that tells me that you're working hard on the issues that were created by the Witch and that which you formed after the whole thing," he said, shifting.

Sam smiled at that. "Good. Think that you got some time to attend my next therapy session? There's a few things that I want to talk to you about and apologize to, but I'm thinking that I should do it without someone there to act as a middle person." He paused. "And maybe after the thing with Thanos is done."

Tony tilted his head before he nodded in agreement as Ichigo padded into the office, hunting for Sam and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His feet were bare beyond a pair of socks he wore around the compound and a bag of fresh art supplies. "Yeah, sure. It looks like Ichigo is here for art class time. Aren't you a part of that class, Sam?" he asked.

Ichigo smiled in greeting. "He is indeed. Today, we're working on painting from pictures today," he said, jiggling the bag on his arm. "I have your pictures and your assignment. Your therapist has asked me to get you to a special assignment," he explained. Sam nodded, leaving the office with a wave over his shoulder as he headed for the large conference room that had been turned into the craft room.

Ichigo had shifted a few things around and freed up about four hours of his normal workday to run an art class for those in the compound. The Rogues were all supposed to be there as a part of their various therapy programs, and everyone else was able to come in whenever they wanted. Yuzu had come in last week to help teach them how to crochet and had plans on coming in again in two weeks.

Tony smiled at his friend and personal assistant. "I take it that you and Wilson are finally finding a good standing point between the two of you?" he asked.

"Beyond what he did to you, he isn't a bad man," Ichigo said, smiling. "That and he's been working on a series of small canvases that are centered around the last few years to help him face his own fuck ups during that time." He jiggled his bag again, the supplies in it shifting around. "I swear that I'm going to steal the compound card tomorrow and hit the art stores. The paints that were stocked are the cheapest, suckiest shit out there and I'm going to shoot whoever stocked them."

"Shoot Happy," Tony called out as Ichigo walked out of the office. He snickered at the moan that floated back to him, turning back to the lists. "Alright, Fri, let's move the main team of the X-Men closer to the first wave of attackers and see how that works out."