Hello, people. Wow, it's been a while since I last updated anything. I have worked hard on this chapter, and it's twice as long as the last one. It's two and a bit pages long (1,132 words). I'm proud, okay? It's a long chapter, by my standards. The next should hopefully be even longer. Think of this chapter as a late Christmas present, and an early New Years present, or something.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally. I don't even know how to use an iPhone or an iPad. Also I live in Australia, so if anything America-related is wrong, please tell me because otherwise I don't know.

In this chapter: We meet Tony, Ichigo steals an iPhone, and Pepper's English is too advanced for Ichigo. Yay for language barriers.

Tony Stark sighed as he flipped through the pile of paper, completely consisting of job applications for his tower that was nearly complete.

Why oh why did Pepper give him THIS job? He was meant to sign off paperwork, not look through applications sent by stuck-up bigots. This was so boring! There weren't even any electronic copies! At least some of the applications were slightly interesting; it seemed that Stark Industries attracted way too many strange people.

He flipped through more applications; insane scientist, weird scientist, creepy pedophile, tentacle monster/mutant, crazy stalker, freaky fangirl, freaky fanboy, Japanese delinquent, Pastafarian priest, ninj-

Wait a minute. He flipped back a few pages, and came face to face with the picture of a Japanese-looking young man with bright orange hair. Tony blinked at the picture for a few seconds, his shock causing him to stare.

He shook his head to clear it. At last he had (finally!) found someone interesting to occupy his time. He pulled the application from the pile and rifled through it. The guy wanted to be a janitor, huh? Not like he had the skills to be anything else, from the crappy-looking English translations. Thank you, non-existent god, for giving Delinquent Guy the sense to leave the original Japanese version of the resume with his shit translations.

He put it onto the pile for potential candidates, leaving the translation up to JARVIS. Translating's boring anyway, and his basic Japanese was too shoddy to do much. He was too busy to waste his time when he had a computerised butler that could do it for him. He let out a big sigh, and mentally prepared to look at more potential applicants.

Kurosaki Ichigo…

Interesting indeed.

Behind a bench in a park located near the soon-to-be-completed Stark Tower, Ichigo Kurosaki was wondering how the homeless people depicted in American movies managed to stay warm with only newspaper blankets to huddle in.

The actors were probably freezing their balls off, the poor bastards. Ichigo grumbled as he tried to shift into a comfier ball, trying not to shift his pathetic attempt of a newspaper blanket off his body. Either way, he was fucking freezing.

He couldn't even put on more layers, as he'd been stupid enough to bring only what he could fit on his body i.e. a shirt, a jumper, pants, socks and boots, his wallet, and a small, mostly useless Japanese-English dictionary and phrasebook. Even he wasn't idiotic enough to try and start a fire, though. He didn't want his frozen ass to be arrested, even if it would be warmer in a police cell…

His line of thought was thankfully interrupted by a beep from his iPhone. Well, it wasn't his, per say, but it wasn't like the original owner needed it anyway… He had expensive looking sunglasses, was wearing an expensive looking suit, and was speaking into another phone anyway, so it wasn't like he was depriving the obviously rich man of anything. Besides, Ichigo was only borrowing it, he was totally going to return it… Who was he kidding? There was no way in fucking hell he was going to return an expensive phone to some corporate or government looking bastard.

On that note, what the hell was a S.H.E.I.L.D. anyway? There was a picture of an eagle on the logo, so it was obviously some kind of government thing or whatever. He felt a flash of worry that the owner (some P.C. person, according to the initials printed on the case) would find him, and then brushed them off. It's not like it would cause an alien invasion or anything. That was just stupid.

He shook his head to clear away the thoughts of fucking rich government agents, and shifted carefully out of his crappily molded cocoon of blankets to grab his (he stole it, it belonged to him now) phone.

He felt a growing feeling of both anxiety and anticipation as he saw 1 new message from an unknown number appear on the screen. He knew it had to be from a potential employer, seeing as they were the only ones with his phone number. Well, except for the people that knew the phone's previous owner, but if it was then they would be in the phones contact list, wouldn't they.

Therefore it was logical for a potential employer to reply; after all, he had sent his resume to all the places that had an advertisement in the newspaper, looking for staff. Said newspaper was now failing to keep him warm, and some pages had flown away in the wind.

Ichigo screwed up his courage, and opened the unread message. It read, in an easy to read font:

Kurosaki Ichigo, you have been chosen from hundreds of applicants for the job of Janitorial and Maintenance Chief.

We have had many applicants for this position, and we chose you for your qualifications in science and mathematics, and because nothing major showed up when a background check was performed.

This position requires you to fix, maintain and clean any and all; equipment, offices, living quarters, working spaces, elevators, and anything else in or on the property owned by the proprietors of Stark Tower. The job also includes retrieving necessary supplies required by yourself and other workers. Money for this task will be supplied for in the form of a credit card, to be received on your first day of work.

Your work starts on Monday at 0500 hours. Due to your job being a full time occupation, you will be supplied with a residence within the tower. Your living quarters will be assigned to you on Monday, along with the necessary keys and security clearance. You will be supplied with a uniform and all the necessary equipment needed to perform your job.

Unfortunately, you were the only person suitable to work on the Janitorial and Maintenance Team. We apologise, for any inconvenience. In return, your salary will be raised from the indicated $10,000 per month, to $70,000 per month.

We are looking forward to your work,

Virginia Potts, CEO of Stark Industries.

Ichigo blinked, only understanding every few words. God damned Americans, with their fancy English, and their fancy, incomprehensible sentences. He frowned even deeper than usual, and opened Google Translate. Google didn't help much. Eventually, after a lot of hard work translating the fucking message, Ichigo finally understood basically what it was saying.

He was not looking forward to Monday. On the upside, he was being given somewhere to say. With heating. Hopefully. And also he had a huge fucking pay. On the down side, he was going to have to do so much fucking work it wasn't even funny. He was literally going to be worked to death.

At least he wasn't going to be cold anymore.

Yeah, not much action yet. Next chapter Ichigo starts his job, so look forward to seeing him suffering. Yeah, can you guess who Ichigo was thinking about? To be completely honest, I just pulled all of it out of my ass, and the new sub-plot came along by accident. Whoops.

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