Title: Don't Piss of the Personal Assistant
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Characters: Ichigo, Shinji, Rose, Isshin
Chapter: 38
Word count: 1462
Warnings: Nothing much
AN: Oh would you look at that, a story posted on the day it was supposed to be posted.
Looks like Depression took a day off. Or a week seeing as I've been getting shit done. *muses* Meh. Anyways! Enjoy!
Ichigo let out a groan as he fell face first onto his bed. Yuzu and Karin had been settled into their own beds while Isshin was chuckling, sitting in Ichigo's desk chair. Shinji and Rose just watched, smirking at the soft snores of Kensei napping off the food coma that Yuzu had put him into coming from the living room.
"Ya look tired there, Ichi," Shinji drawled, watching as his blond lover walked over to one side of Ichigo and sat down, kicking up long legs.
Ichigo groaned as he was flipped over and moved to lay back against Rose, melting into the man's heat with a sigh. While most of the Vizards tended to run warmer than normal by a couple of degrees, Rose was usually warmer than even them. It felt good to Ichigo, though, the heat sinking into his sore body.
While he hadn't really gone up against Thanos beyond a few moments, having to stay out of the way as a first line protector for the ones who had been charging the machine, he had still been tossed around a few times. The purple giant had been intent on getting at the machine and stopping them before the Hulk had made his appearance.
"I am a bruise," Ichigo stated. Isshin eyed him, his son waving him off. "I'll be fine. I just need an extremely hot bath with some Epsom salts, promise. I could use some help getting cream on my back."
"Good. How is everyone?" Isshin asked.
Ichigo sighed, rubbing at his face but taking his phone from Shinji, checking messages. "Tony has broken ribs so he's going to be under Loki's care. Loki is better after he ate Thor's weight in food. Mostly vegetables and fruits. Loki is helping Tony's ribs heal along with Extremis. Thor and his people are back at their new home and resting under the careful watch of those who stayed back. The village is going to be shut down for a week to visitors, as planned, so everyone can heal and rest. It seems that the trees for the apples are growing well in the greenhouses that were set up along with several other plants from there."
"Sounds like they're settling in well," Shinji mused, Ichigo humming and nodding.
"Let's see. The X-Men and the Rogues are back at where they need to be under medical watch because they were fighting around a surprise meth lab. They're fine for the most part, but still. Deadpool apparently got a whiff, cut a path through the dropping Chaitari, grabbed an extra bomb, cut off his hand and tossed it through the portal with the suit that was set to go boom." Ichigo gazed at his phone. "Said that the ship they were dealing with was bigger than planned and the extra bomb was enough to make the boom really big."
Rose chuckled and smoothed a hand through long hair, playing with it as he nuzzled into the softness. "You have such amusing friends, Ichigo."
"Yeah," Ichigo drawled. "Anyways. Peter is watching over Deadpool right now with Kamala. His Aunt May is fussing so hard that she actually made a proper chicken soup in a crock pot," he said. Shinji raised an eyebrow as he sat at Ichigo's feet, flopping back before moving said feet to rest on his stomach. Isshin snorted. "She can burn water in a boil-stop kettle."
Rose groaned. "This Aunt May and Kensei are to never meet. They would burn the kitchen down," he stated. Ichigo snickered and nudged him in the stomach.
"To continue on my run down. The Rogues are back to what they need to do in the day to day, though Rogers has started to research drugs and what is happening to help those who are on them. He's apparently not really happy with the courts and the federal laws on marijuana after he talked with some people. Anyways, Natasha is working with the Accords again. They're setting up training times with various groups. Singles and full team," he continued.
"And Tony-san?" Isshin asked, ignoring the fact that Rose's hand had pulled up Ichigo's blouse to rest on skin.
Ichigo hummed, blushing slightly as Shinji smirked. "Sore. Like I said, he has broken ribs that Loki is helping to heal for him. He has about six various meetings that I'm having to go to as his PA and a fellow fighter. The various governments want to know about how the World of the Dead works. I do not want to get into religion and shit, so this is going to be fun."
"We can join you since we're your connections," Shinji drawled. "The Seireitei has decided that we need to be at hand to help with the information on how the afterlife works. Or as much as we can considering we're only like one of four afterlives," he continued. Ichigo shifted, tilting his head to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "We also decided we like New York and we can work with the Grim Reapers that work around here. They would be incredibly happy for the help."
Ichigo made a thoughtful sound and relaxed again, turning back to his texting. "Be ready for it in two weeks at eight. We'll be gathering at the tower around six and leaving via portal by Doctor Strange at seven-thirty," he said. Shinji shifted, pulled out his phone and made a note on his calendar. "Loki will be going with us. It seems his daughter is settling into the Royal Palace to help with the unbalance from years of neglectful killing."
"Neglectful killing?" Isshin asked, frowning slightly.
Ichigo smiled slightly, knowing that his father had never thought of some of the things that the Seireitei had done. "Killing off the Bounts, the Quincy...anyone with power that they couldn't control threw the balance of power out of line. They held power that would have been just floating around, which is not good for any world. They were created, just like every human out there, for a purpose. And the way that the Seireitei and the Central 46 got it into their heads that they could decide who should live and who should die disrupted things. There is a reason why Yamamoto was told to back down."
"Did he ignore the warnings before?" Rose asked. "I'm sure that the palace would have sent warnings before now."
"He ignored them. Continued to do what he wanted to do. Unfortunately, the Royal Guards couldn't really do much while the King slept. Until he woke again, they were only able to mark everything down, collecting those souls that they could personally, and waiting for the day they could do something," Ichigo hummed. "Aizen's rampage made it so that they could do things." He shifted, Rose twitching at the feeling. "Which was the only good thing that came out of that."
"I had wondered why Unohana-sou-taicho had been chosen and that she had placed watch dogs on everything," Rose mused, stroking his fingers over soft skin. Ichigo sighed as he relaxed under the touches, toes curling as Shinji started to rub at his ankles.
"Yeah. It's looking like everything is going well for us," Ichigo said, sounding as if he was about to fall asleep right there.
"I think the last few days are catching up to you," Isshin drawled, cupping Ichigo's chin and getting him to look up at him. "I'll have some extra vitamins ready for you. And I want you to eat more fruits, vegetables, and lean meats for the next couple of weeks. Less pasta and easy foods please."
"Yes, dad," Ichigo hummed, getting a smile at the absent-minded use of Japanese. Since they had moved to America, they would use mostly English to get their ability up to par for work and school. To hear the young male use Japanese, feeling comfortable and happy, made them all feel good. Shinji chuckled and stood, tugging Ichigo up and pushing him to his bathroom.
"Go change and brush out your hair, Ichi. We'll be stayin' tonight," Shinji promised. Ichigo hummed and staggered into the bathroom, Rose and Shinji playing a round of rock-paper-scissors to figure out who would stay in bed with Ichigo and who would finish off the report. Shinji lost and went to finish off the report with a pout while Rose changed into his own night clothes, well used to being used as a teddy bear by an overly tired Ichigo.
He felt less guilty about the fact that he rather liked having Ichigo pressed between him and his lover now that the young man was truly of age and had had his own lovers through the years. Now they just to keep him in their bed.
