AN: Man, another update so soon. lol never thought that be happening anytime soon. but this update wil; be the last one for a while, my laptop's charger broke and i in turn am broke so i need to save money for a new one. but any who. Those of you who are fans of Bleach and Marvel may like this a lot. i always saw Ichigo as a possible candidate for Wolverine in a AU so i just had to write down what i saw in my head, i may make a second part to this. it depends. now please read and review and enjoy... Mischief Managed.

Ichigo grimaced as he threw back the shot placed in front of him, the liquid burned for a mere second in his throat before it smoothed out. As all liquor did when he drank, courtesy of the accelerated healing factor he learned the live with. With a sigh he placed the glass back down onto the bar with the few dozen others, disappointed in another failed attempt trying to at least get a buzz. In a way it was hell, but it also meant he didn't have to deal with a nauseating headache the morning after anymore. The perks certainly outweighed the cons there.

"You're him aren't you?"

Ichigo turned his head away from the counter he was leaning on and to the source of the voice. To his left sat down a woman, she was short probably around 5'5, with shoulder length black hair and unnatural but piercing purple irises. Her petite body was dressed in a black pantsuit, white button up shirt and suit jacket. No tie, but the top button opened revealing only part of her collarbone. Once he took her in he allowed his eyes to quickly scan the bar around them.

The mysterious woman was defiantly overdressed for this place. It was a dive in the middle of Washington State; the other people here were dressed in nothing more than hunting gear and flannels. She was alone and stuck out like a sore thumb. Not a good sign

"Sorry," he turned to the bartender and motioned for another bottle of the now empty bottle of Vodka. The barkeep looked worriedly at him but reluctantly handed over the rough liquor. "But I don't think I'm the one you're looking for." he finished, opening the new bottle and started pouring it in a glass.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed he had she scooted closer to him, "Oh I doubt that." She held out a hand with a finger extended.

Ichigo stopped pouring, his body gone rigid. Slowly he put down the bottle and reached a hand to his chest, and sure enough, his dog tags were out in the open. Quickly he placed them underneath the collar of his plain black tee, mentally cursing at himself for his lack of vigilance. "Maybe once, but not anymore." He replied back, he needed to get out of here.

He threw his head back as he took the shot. Slamming the glass onto the counter her stood, "My tab please." And the bartender nodded. He brought it back to Ichigo and he reached to his back pocket for his wallet. Not wanting to spend any more time in the pub he slammed down money that was a lot more than the tab was, "Keep the change." And placed a very generous tip into it's jar.

He grabbed his red leather jacket from behind his bar chair and slipped it on fast. Turning towards the direction of the doors and walked. It seemed like maybe he was going to walk away easily; this could just be a minor case of mistaken identity. In fact, he IS going to walk away. He placed a hand on the exit when the woman spoke again, causing him to stop.

"I don't make mistakes captain."

Shaking his head he exited the bar. Grey skies, tall trees and petrichor greeted him; he had to admit that even though Washington was always like this it was always a calming sight. Stepping away from the door of the shack like bar he turned to the row of motorcycles and pickup trucks that were haphazardly parked everywhere in a pit of gravel that was the parking lot. He dug his keys from the inside pocket of his red leather jacket and walked to a black motorcycle and mounted it. It was nothing fancy, a simple bike that could get him too and from his work, his place and the bar. It was fast though, a feature Ichigo liked the most.

"Captain Ichigo Kurosaki awarded every single medal possible in the marines except the P.O.W medal. Is that correct."

He turned his head to the bar's door. There again stood the mysterious woman. He sighed to himself, what a fool he was trying to convince himself that it was all a misunderstanding, "You're a tenacious little thing aren't ya?" he picked up his helmet from where it hung off his gas pedal, "So let me guess, Urahara sent you? Funny, I didn't think he had another assistant besides Yoruichi."

"No, no," she started, taking steps towards him, "A Mr. Toshiro sent me, he said you owed him a favor." She stopped right in front of him, a smirk of confidence on her face.

Ichigo groaned as the familiar name rang in his ears. "You're with S.H.I.E.L.D?" Just when he thought he ran far enough away from them, they always caught up with him. Letting out an irritated sigh he brought up his left hand and scratched it, the skin between his knuckles were itching again.

"Why yes, now if you'll come with me," She brought up car keys and clicked on its remote. A car chirped and he turned to see a new looking pickup sitting over at the far end of the lot. He scoffed and reached for his helmet again, "Yea, right. Not happening, Tell Toshiro sorry but I'm busy right now." he finished, slipping his helmet back on his head. S.H.I.E.L.D was just going to have to put a pin in it for he meanwhile

She looked shocked and started stuttering, Ichigo didn't allow her to finish her sentence and plugged his keys into the ignition and turned it on. His bike roaring to life, giving it some throttle he kicked up the bike stand and in a smooth motioned turned quickly (not without his bike picking up some rocks and flinging it at the mystery woman) and sped out the parking lot.

He heard her yell out for him but soon it disappeared as he put some distance between him and the bar. Looking back he saw nothing but the road and trees, he let lose the breath he had been holding and turned back to the road. It was calm, relaxing even. The road in front of him zoomed by quickly, the way the air felt hitting his face was the most blissful thing ever. Along with the fact that the roads in Washington were surrounded by trees made it an even better sight.

That is until he saw the same exact woman from before in the middle of the road, blocking his path. how did she?

"SHIT"

Turning the handle quickly made his bike launch him forward into the air. Ichigo closed his eyes and curled himself in a ball mid-air, waiting and bracing himself for the impact of the road. His helmet met the ground, then his shoulder and then back. Pain shot through his neck and shoulder as he skid a couple feet, rolling somewhere in the landing.

When he finally stopped moving he tried to yell out in pain. He couldn't though; his neck was twisted in a bad angle for he was now facing behind his body. Breathing was hard but not impossible. He waited, not for an ambulance, but for his body. He loved his abilities but sometimes they lagged, it was annoying and painful

"Oh shit! I didn't- oh my god. I killed him!"

The mysterious woman appeared in his vision, scared and in full of horror. If he could've he would've laughed at her. Pain filled his body once more and this time he was able to groan audibly. The muscles in his neck pulled themselves together and his head was snapping back into place, the pain in his shoulder and back slowly faded away. Within a minute he felt good as new. The mysterious woman cried in shock.

"Nope, sorry. Still alive. Very hard to kill"

"What, how?" she started.

He sighed, slowly trying to pick himself up from the ground. The woman stood too, holding out her arms in fear of him falling again. Ichigo took in the state of his clothes, his jacket took the brute force of the skidding, and it was torn on his shoulders. His jeans ripped at the knees, his shirt now with random holes and a watch now shattered upon his wrist. "I just bought this jacket too" he sighed in complaint.

He looked up back to the woman who was still starring at him in shock. "What's your name?" he asked. She snapped out of her shock, still looking timid. She opened her mouth to answer him but was cut off by the sound of a phone going off. Quickly she reached into a pocket to bring out a device and starred into its screen. Ichigo looked puzzled but a sound in the distance quietly pricked his ears; it was faint but still there.

The chopping sound of helicopter blades.

"Damn, was it really necessary to call in the cavalry?" he asked her sounding annoyed. She looked at him puzzled, "What do you mean?" Ichigo then pointed off to his left, "About five miles away, Helicopters, they're closing in and fast!"

A look of shock filled her face once more as she looked off in the direction he was pointing. "I read your file, I knew you could sense things, but at that accuracy?" the shock was present in her voice as it was her face. Soon it became obvious that it wasn't her that called the helicopter but another question popped itself into his head

"File?" Ichigo asked. But the question was soon forgotten when he heard a countdown, his body tensed and he looked in the direction of the copters, he spent so much of his life running away from them he knew what that countdown meant. "Run!" he muttered, he heard her say something in question but he didn't wait for her. Ichigo shot out a hand and looked directly in her purple eyes with his own amber, "I said: RUN!"

He took of in the direction of the treeline near the road, pulling the woman along. She stumbled a bit, but was keeping up with him as they jumped over big rocks and fallen trees, being extra careful not to trip. Looking up Ichigo couldn't help but curse, the tree's weren't thick enough to hide them just yet, maybe a little further. but his thinking changed when a whistling sound filled the air.

"Shit!" and without hesitation he pulled the agent into his veiw, picked her up by her small waist (To which she yelled out, "HEY") and launched her into a nearby patch of grass as the rocket slammed into the ground near him. The blast knocked Ichigo into the air, the world around him spun as his ears rang. He skimmed a couple of trees before landing face first into a tree suddenly.

"Fuck!" he groaned. A warm sensation spread throughout his face. As he peeled himself from the tree he reached a hand up and sure enough he broke his nose. Within seconds it was fixed and he ignored the blood, deciding to look around for the women that was just with him. She lay on the ground, blood leaking from a cut on her forehead and her eyes closed. She was knocked out from the blast and he cursed.

The chopping sound of the helicopter blades now filled the air, turning he faced the direction of the machines. "Today is just not my day."

He ran to the woman and scooped her up into his arms. She murmured and shifted but didn't wake; he looked off into a direction and sniffed the air. After finding a particular scent he sped off into a run in that direction.

The trees grew thicker, and Ichigo couldn't be any more grateful. Whoever was chasing them would have a hard time finding them in the thick trees. Following the scent for a couple minutes he found what he was looking for, a small pond. He carefully walked over and set her down by the nearest tree, holding the back of her head with one hand as he shimmied himself out of his now even more ruined leather jacket, Folding it up so he set it behind her head, it would be doing more good for her than for him at the moment. Taking a moment to wipe the blood from his face and to catch his breath he studied the agent, even though her hair was now messy and hr face slightly bloody, she looked beautiful. Ever so slowly he reached out a hand as to caress her face.

A twig snapped in the distance and Ichigo tensed, quickly he brought back his hand and looked around him. The itching in the skin between his knuckles grew; he knew what was yearning to make an appearance, but not now. Not until he was sure. Sticking his head up in the air he sniffed it, ignoring his own scent and the scent of the woman before him. It took him a while to sift it through the air but he found it. Male sweat, it was closing in, a lot of it and fast.

The woman murmured again and he faced her. She looked like she was waking but she seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness, he held her face with a hand, "Hey, I need a name. Can you tell me who is out here with us?"

Her purple iris scanned him lazily. Her voice slurred but soon a word came out that he understood, "Hydra."

Anger swelled at the familiar name, memories of experiments and fallen comrades filled his head, he shook it putting it aside, deciding to save it for the people looking for them. He softened his feature before asking another question, "Thanks, now tell me. What's your name agent?" her face grimaced, trying to find her voice, "It's not…. Agent…. it's….Kuchiki….Rukia…"

Ichigo smiled, "Well, nice to meet you Rukia, I'm Ichigo, although you already knew that. Get some rest, if you read my file like you said you did, and then you know exactly whom I am and exactly what I can do. This next part isn't something you want to witness so get some sleep. Now when you wake up you're going to tell me exactly how you did that little trick of appearing in front of me like you did." he finished with mock authority. She strained to smile, "Bite…me…."

Ichigo then sent her a haughty look, "Careful Kuchiki, I just might." She just scoffed before she allowed herself to nod off. He stood, letting the anger fill him again. Letting the itching in the skin between his knuckles consume his hand and then slowly, three blades emerged from each hand. Hydra would pay dearly.

He turned, sniffing the air trying to pick up the scent again. it was easier to find this time around and he smiled. Quickly he ran off in the direction of the scent, not caring of they heard him coming at him. Judging by the scent it was a small squad, no more than five or seven people, this would be easy.

As the scent grew stronger he picked up his speed, it wasn't long before they came into view. The groups of hydra soldiers were standing in standard searching formation, a big circle looking in all directions as they surveyed the area, all of them dressed in something other than the standard Hydra gear. It looked like what was a mix of civilian clothes with kevlar vests and elbow pads and knee pads, dressed for urban warfare. He grinned, what they wore wouldn't help them in the slightest, and launched himself forward into the first guy of the formation with a mighty howl. All of his claws found themselves embedded into the guy's chest, a pair of blades were deep into his heart killing him effectively. Ichigo heard his team scramble and cry out in horror but he didn't give them a chance to gather themselves.

Pulling his claws out he slashed at the nearest guys, almost severing both their heads from their bodies. Three down, three to go. A soldier brought up his gun to fire but Ichigo slashed upwards cutting the barrel of the rifle clean off, and in another motion bringing his other claws and stabbing the guy right in the heart. Four down. shots rang in the air and a piercing pain flared in Ichigo's back and legs. Quickly he pulled himself out of the guy a slashed blindly behind him, the guy shooting at Ichigo wasn't so lucky as the blades cleanly pierced the side of his head. Five down one to go. Ichigo turned to find one guy standing there, shaking in fear. He couldn't even hold his rifle correctly, it was hysterical.

"Boo"

The guy flinched and pulled the trigger on his gun, which Ichigo just saw was a shotgun and not a rifle like his buddies. This one was smart he'll give him that.

The blast knocked him back as he took the full force of the pellets to his chest. Extreme pain filled him but he pushed it to the side, he was going to make this guy pay. Upon his back hitting the ground he rolled fast, grabbing a fist full of dirt and threw it in the face of the soldier and blinding him. He cried out and began firing randomly, dirt and trees exploded as the blast landed, failing to hit their intended target. Ichigo dodged each blast with ease then swung an arm up cutting the soldier's rifle in half. Pulling in the blades in both hands, Ichigo struck the guy across the face, and with his other hand he grabbed him by his collar and lifted him off the ground.

"Tell me soldier," he brought him close to his face, "Do you know how long it takes for the human body to bleed to death?"

The soldier gulped in fear and shook his head, Ichigo smirked, bringing up the hand used to punch him he clenched it and only let one blade release. the blade glowed almost in the dim light of the forest. Slowly the blade dragged across his cheek, making the hydra soldier squirm. "If you want to live to see another day, you'll report to your commanding officer than you lost me and the agent."

The hydra soldier gulped again, fear wild in his eyes. He noddd nonetheless, not wanting to play with his fate. Timidly, he reached for the radio that was perched on his shoulder and pressed a button, it squawked to life and he spoke into it. "This is charlie four-one-zero, come in base"

"This is base charlie, report status, we're reading flat lines on your team's bio reading."

"Base, they're dead. The package was dangerous as said, he picked us off one by one, I was lucky to get out alive. all sight of him is lost. I repeat, package lost."

Silence hung in the air, charlie's heart almost stopped, thinking that they knew he was lying. but after a couple of minutes the radio squawked to life again, "Report received, Alright charlie, fall back and await orders"

Charlie sighed in relief, "Yes sir, charlie out"

Ichigo smirked, "Now, lights out" Charlie's eyes widened as Ichigo drew back his blades as well as his arm and launched it full force into the soldier's face. He fell limp in Ichigo's grip, and was tossed to the side. Taking in the sight around him he couldn't help but sigh, it was all over. looking down he saw a well sized hole in the front of his shirt, right where he took the full force of the buck shot blast and groaned. His skin and innards might be able to pull themselves together but his clothes never would. Then he looked back to the soldier he knocked out, as he thought, he was almost the exact same size as Ichigo, maybe a little bit bigger. Popping out a blade he cut off the kevlar vest from his body and slipped his grey shirt off, checking the label he grinned. Bingo

Looking down again he saw a red cross printed on a small metal canister on his hip. Thinking back to Rukia he took it off and clipped it to his belt, surely this would help her bleeding and prevent any infection from her wound. He then walked off back in her direction, sniffing the air again to help him stay on course, soon he found her again just the way he left her, snoozing against a tree. As he arrived near her he kneeled down to her level, she looked at peace he almost didn't want to wake her but it was needed.

"Rukia? wake up" Ichigo gently shook her shoulder. She murmured something about five more minutes and he grinned a bit, his eyes shifted from her face to her cut and then the grin faded. He didn't like how it looked, "Hey, Rukia wake up. I need to dress your wound." she then pouted, her eyes slowly opening. Rukia looked confused, then took a moment remembering where she was. she sucked in air fast and held her head in pain, "aaaah, geez, what the hell. it didn't hurt this much before" Ichigo rolled his eyes, "It's going to get much worse too in a second" he then held up the canister. Her eyes widened and she sighed, "What for?"

Ichigo brought up a finger and gently prodded her cut, she hissed and cursed at him. "For that, midget."

Rukia glared daggers at him, "Damn you" he merely rolled his eyes. Focusing on the cut he saw that it was pretty deep, nothing that needed any major and immediate care, but deep enough to keep on bleeding which was bad. Looking back down at her he spoke, "I'm going to need to cover this up and spray the canister. bear with me here." he then slipped off his shirt, Rukia's face heated up and she began to stutter, "W-wait what no d-don't do that!" Ichigo motioned to the spare shirt tucked in his back pocket, "Don't worry, I took a spare from one of the hydra goons" and began ripping apart the remains of his black shirt. after making four strips he held one in his mouth while holding the canister in one hand, and holding Rukia's bangs away from the cut with the other. looking back at the cut and down to the other strips he began to worry that they wouldn't be enough to stop the bleeding, but as he sprayed a small part of the cut he saw it block the blood. Rukia had squirmed and cried out in pain, he apologized telling her to be strong just for a little while longer. Quickly he applied the spray onto the entire cut and took the strip from his mouth and began dabbing the blood that covered her head and dropped it to the ground. He picked up another strip and wrapped it around her head, it would look like a rugged bandana but style certainly wasn't a concern right now.

"There you go, that'll hold you till you seek better help." He then stood and grabbed the shirt from his back pocket and slipped it on quickly. It hugged Ichigo's shoulders and biceps showing off toned muscles. He held out a hand and she took it, slowly getting to her feet. For a moment the world spun around her but he held herself up, looking up at Ichigo she held onto his shoulder, "Let's get out of here" and he nodded, "Look's like Toshiro will be getting that favor after all, if it weren't for you in your current state I wouldn't be coming at all." he replied, with a slight grin.

"Shut up Death-God"

Ichigo groaned. Rukia smiled. He hated that nickname and for her to know it was a horror. Damn those files S.H.I.E.L.D had on him. secretly though he had to admit, it didnt sound entirely bad coming from her.