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Chapter Summary: Ichigo and Uryu go to Soul Society to spar with Rukia and Renji. Ichigo trips on a rock on the ground and ends up pushing them both into the restrictive currents, but instead of dying like they should have, they end up falling out of the sky into New York. Cue the chaos!
Word count: 3515


Uryu liked privacy, that was a well-known fact to all who were close to him. He liked having time to himself, time to sit down alone and sew in silence. He didn't mind a bit of chatter, but nothing more than that would he accept.

Thing was, some people knew but simply didn't care. Some people, meaning Ichigo Kurosaki.

Ding!

With a sigh, Uryu set down his fabric and picked up his phone instead, disdainfully checking the numerous messages he had received from said redhead in the past minute.

Ichigo: oi uryu

Ichigo:uryu

Ichigo: answer me dammit or i'll break into your house

Ichigo: and trust me i will do it

Uryu massaged the bridge of his nose, pushing back the inevitable headache that would ensue from conversing with his insufferable idiot of a friend. He leaned back into the comfortable couch cushions, replying to the messages.

What do you want Ichigo?

Ichigo: i'm going to soul society wanna come

Ichigo: gonna spar with renji and rukia

I'd rather not. I'm in the middle of sewing.

Ichigo: boooriiiiing

Ichigo: come spar, it's much better than sitting inside all day doing nerd stuff

Ichigo: besides we haven't fought in ages and i wanna see who's faster

1: it's not nerd stuff, it's an art form. 2: it's not boring. And 3: I am likely faster than you.

Ichigo: you're making excuses so you don't have to lose miserably in front of rukia and renji

Ichigo: pussy

Piss off, Ichigo. I simply don't care for your childish competitions, that's all.

Ichigo: excuses, excuses

Ichigo: come to soul society or i'll get zangetsu to jumpscare you while you're trying to sleep tonight

Uryu scoffed at that. Zangetsu was an old man, he wouldn't get scared because of him unless he was on the receiving end of his blade. Then he was terrifying.

Your Zanpakutō isn't that scary, Ichigo. He's a middle-aged man wearing yellow safety glasses.

Ichigo: I meant shiro.

Still not very scary. Shiro's just a white-washed version of you with mildly unsettling eyes.

Ichigo: OI! fu Uryu stop insulting my zanpakutō [

You called me a pussy, I'm allowed to insult you back. Besides, am I really insulting them when I'm just saying facts?

Ichigo: ._.

Ichigo: shiro says fuck you and you're a nerdy four-eyed fairy

Rude.

Ichigo: what did you expect, he's part of me after all

Touché.

Ichigo: so you coming to ss?

I suppose I'll come. Meet at your house?

Ichigo: hell yeah :D imma beat your ass

Ichigo: yeah. at my place

Ichigo: cya in 10

Goodbye.

Uryu sighed and stood from the couch, stuffing his phone in his pocket. As he made his way out of the Ishida residence, he contemplated whether he should have accepted the offer or not, given past experiences when he went with Ichigo anywhere, and decided that if anything bad happened that day it would be on him.

A meagre 5 minutes of walking later, Uryu arrived at the Kurosaki residence. Stepping through the gate at the side of the building that lead to the entry to the house, Uryu walked up to the door and knocked. Almost instantly it was opened by Isshin Kurosaki, who greeted him with a jovial smile.

"Ah, Uryu! Welcome! What brings you here today? Come to visit my delinquent son?" he inquired, crossing his arms.

Uryu nodded. "Yeah. Ichigo wanted to go to Soul Society to spar with Renji and Rukia, and he asked if I wanted to come as well."

"Well, don't just stand there then, come inside! Ichigo's upstairs in his room," replied the elder Kurosaki, stepping aside and gesturing for Uryu to walk in.

With a polite nod, he did as such. He slipped off his sneakers at the front door, leaving it beside the rest of the shoes laying haphazardly on the floor, and made the short trek upstairs to Ichigo's room. With a soft creak, the door opened, and Uryu stepped inside as the door closed behind him.

"Hey Uryu," Ichigo said with a lazy wave, lounging on his desk chair.

"Morning."

Standing, Ichigo initiated some small talk with a simple question. "How's it going with you? Anything new?"

He shook his head. "Not really. You?"

Ichigo shrugged nonchalantly. "Same as usual. Everything's been pretty boring ever since the battle with Yhwach ended. Even hollows seem to be taking a break." He flumped down onto the bed, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "I guess that's a good thing though, given final exams are coming up and we don't exactly want to be distracted by some spirit in peril in the middle of one."

Uryu agreed, as much as he disliked that fact. "Indeed."

After a few moments of awkward silence between the two, Ichigo spoke again. "So! Should we get going?"

"Yeah," Uryu affirmed.

With a grunt, Ichigo stood once again, snatching his combat pass from the desk to his left and tapping it to his chest. Once in soul form, he quickly caught his body before it could hit the ground and give him a nasty bruise and laid it on the bed carefully. Scowl firmly in place, he glanced around the room as if searching for something.

"Hey, where the hell is Kon?" he questioned aloud, hands planting on his hips.

Uryu, with a sigh, nudged his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. "Probably off somewhere doing whatever weird things he does these days."

Ichigo hummed and then shrugged. "Yeah, probably. Now come on, we gotta get goat chin to open a Senkaimon."

Uryu and Ichigo made the trek back downstairs, where Isshin was waiting, anticipating their request to open a Senkaimon, and had already opened one for them, 2 Hell butterflies fluttering around the hovering doors.

Isshin grinned at the two teens as they walked over, hands on his hips. "Well, you two have fun. Don't bring back any scoundrels! Say hi to Rukia-chan for me!~"

Ichigo snorted. "Yeah, yeah, alright old man."

Uryu nodded gratefully, much more polite. He elbowed Ichigo in the ribs as he replied himself, "Thank you, Mr Kurosaki."

Ichigo let out an indignant "Hey!" at the jab, but just scowled and followed him through the Senkaimon, waving to his father and his sisters who had come to say goodbye as he walked into the light.

Uryu and Ichigo stepped into the Dangai, walking shoulder to shoulder to avoid getting near the restrictive currents. Scattered bones crunched under their feet, and their voices echoed in the eerie quiet of the precipice world.

"So, Uryu, you ready to get beat?" Ichigo challenged, grinding a fist into his palm as he grinned in an eerily gleeful manner.

Uryu let out a heavy, exasperated breath. "We're not there just yet Ichigo. Jeez, ever since the Quincy War you've been acting more and more like your Zanpakutō and it is seriously freaky."

"Well, technically he is me, so-"

"Do me a favour and stop talking."

"Fine."

Ichigo huffed and looked away in a childish manner, hiding the definitely not pout on his lips. Uryu just kept walking in dull amusement. That was until like the blind idiot he was, Ichigo wasn't looking where he was walking and ended up with his foot caught on a protruding rock in the ground.

Ichigo's eyes widened comically and he quickly reached out to grasp onto something to prevent himself from falling flat on his face, ending up grabbing Uryu's shoulder, who grunted in annoyance and looked at him with a twitching brow and, since he tripped towards the wall, the currents themselves. Uryu's eyes also widened, though much less than Ichigo.

Ichigo stared at the wall that his hand was being sucked into for a good second before what he had done registered in his brain and he panicked. He started flailing and trying to pull his arm out of the wall, which turned out to be fruitless even with his abnormal strength. His pointless struggling also managed to pull Uryu off balance as well. Subsequently, he fell into Ichigo, and they both ended up falling into the purple mass and getting sucked in with a loud yell.

Just like that, Ichigo Kurosaki and Uryu Ishida were gone.


Ichigo was floating. He felt weightless, like he was in space among the stars. It was like the time with Ulquiorra back when he was 15, when he had a hole blown through his chest and he nearly died. Hey, maybe that's what happened. Maybe he really was dead this time... and all because he tripped on a fucking rock. Now that was just pathetic.

As he began to wallow in his self-pity, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He initially thought it was just a piece of debris, until it kept going. The taps were light at first, but then they began to turn to harsh pokes, the barrage ending with a harsh slap to the face. Finally, he opened his eyes to see that no, it wasn't just a bunch of rocks hitting him, it was a thoroughly pissed Uryu, face above his as they both floated through the endless black.

"Oh, hi Uryu." He greeted casually, as if it was just another Sunday.

Uryu just slapped him again. Well, he probably deserved it: he did just probably kill them both.

"You IDIOT!" Uryu yelled, grabbing his shoulders and shaking them violently. "Do you know what you've done? We're going to die in here, wherever here is! And all because you weren't looking where you were walking!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's not like I expected to trip on a goddamn rock! I've gone through the Dangai so many times that I thought I could just walk, and I'd be fine!" Ichigo shouted back, shaking Uryu as well.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter now because guess what? NOW WE'RE BOTH DEAD!"

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck YOU!"

And the two began to wrestle in the middle of the void, yelling insults at each other like a pair of children. As they grappled and flailed, absorbed in trying to beat each other within an inch of their lives, they failed to notice the fact that they were being pulled towards a glowing white light until they were only a few metres away from it. Still tangled in a pile of limbs, they blankly stared at the white that they had begun to sink into, and they exchanged glances.

"So uh… Any idea where we're going?" Ichigo asked Uryu.

"Nope. Here's to hoping we don't end up in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean," he replied bluntly.

As they were enveloped in the blinding light, they both started to feel like they were in a black hole, being stretched and contracted like a piece of putty. They desperately clung onto each other as they were tossed around aimlessly in the empty space, for fear that if they let go they would fly away from each other. After what felt like an eternity, the feeling stopped, replaced by the feeling of free-falling through the air. They hesitantly opened their eyes to see that it wasn't just a feeling, they actually were falling through the air, a good few miles above the ground, plummeting towards the ground at a concerning rate.

"OH, SHIT!" Ichigo yelled, trying to figure out a way to break his fall. "Got any ideas, Uryu?!"

"Why the hell would I have ideas?!" Uryu shouted back, eyebrows pinched together. "I didn't spit us out in the middle of the sky above wherever the hell we are!"

"Oh, well that's just great!"

Ichigo looked back down at the quickly approaching building, and then seemed to remember something, frowning. "Wait, wait wait. Hang on. I think we'll be fine even if we do crash land in something. Well, at least I will. After all I did free fall for like… 9 hours back in the war with Yhwach and crashed through a building and Seireitei's protective barrier after that, and I was perfectly fine. I'm sure we'll be alright."

Ishida blinked. "Oh, right. But that still doesn't change the fact that we have no clue where we are, and we're still going to crash into something anyway, whether it be a building or the ground."

"Hmm… yeah." After a few moments of silence, he inquired, " Hey, did you see that weird purple alien-lookin' thing flying around? It looked pretty wacky."

"Sorry, the what now?" Uryu deadpanned.

Ichigo jabbed a thumb to their left. "The alien thing! You know, the one that's currently flying at us."

Lo and behold, flying at them was some kind of massive armoured thing that looked vaguely like some kind of prehistoric sea beast. Its head was angular in structure, beady black eyes staring them down as thin needle-like teeth gnashed together, indicating hostile intent. Its body was long with its otherworldly armour forming plated segments, a segment every few metres having a pair of large angled pelvic fins. Along its back were sharp, flat spines that formed a large bell-shaped dorsal fin with a positively skewed curve. The creature swerved and turned through the air as it flew at them, loud siren-like wails emanating from it.

Ichigo quickly took action, pushing Uryu out of the way and putting himself between the other and the creature as they continued to fall. He pulled Zangetsu's longer blade off his back, raising it above his head, and as the beast reached him and opened its mouth to assumedly eat him, slashed downwards with his signature yell of "Getsuga Tenshou!". A bright golden arc of energy shot out of his blade, slicing through and bisecting the massive creature like a hot knife through butter. In a brilliant explosion of debris, smoke, and flecks of yellow, the armoured alien was destroyed with only a few pieces of metal left to show of its existence.

Uryu, who watched the whole thing from a good few metres back, rolled his eyes at the dramatic show. "Bit overkill, don't you think?"

Ichigo looked back at him and grinned. "Never. Also, you might wanna brace yourself. We're gonna crash in a few seconds."

Blue eyes widened. "What?! Oh cra-"

His exclamation of panic was whisked away in the deafening crash caused by the two teens hitting the pavement of the city. Each of their respective impacts caused a crater around 15 feet wide in diameter and 8 feet in depth, throwing up enough dust to conceal the impact zone and throwing chunks of road every which way.

Ichigo, completely unbothered due to his experience with hitting the ground at absurd velocities and from absurd altitudes, bounced right back up after taking a moment to adjust, hopping out of the crater with Zangetsu in hand. He used the large blade to create a gust of wind that cut through the dust and swept it away, allowing him to see where Uryu had landed and walk over to check how he was holding up.

"Hey Uryu, you alright?" Ichigo called, standing at the edge of Uryu's crater and peering into it to find his friend.

Said Quincy was laid spread eagle at the bottom of the crater, staring numbly at the sky with a dazed expression and blank eyes. He looked over at Ichigo when he appeared, wanting to punch that stupid smirk off the soul reaper's dumb face.

"No," he snapped bitterly through gritted teeth. "No, I am NOT okay. I just fell out of the sky and hit the ground at full flippin' speed; if I was a normal person this would have killed me."

"But you're not a normal person. You're a Quincy," Ichigo retorted.

"Don't you even start on that, Ichigo," Uryu groaned, flipping him the bird.

With much mental exertion, he stood with a light stagger and brushed himself off with an indignant harrumph. He strode over to his counterpart, giving him the patented Ishida Stink Eye. Ichigo watched him with amusement as he pulled himself out of the crater and onto the pavement, standing beside him.

Uryu punched Ichigo's arm lightly, unable to help the light smirk that formed on his lips as Ichigo cackled and punched him back.

"Remind me never to go on a trip with you alone again," Uryu sighed exasperatedly, shaking his head.

"I'm just fulfilling my life goal of making you go grey by 25," Ichigo quipped with a snicker.

Uryu raised an eyebrow. "How is that your life goal?"

"I dunno, it just is."

They looked down the street as they heard a male voice yell in English with an American accent, "Hey, you! Kids who just fell out of the sky!"

Standing in the street was some kind of humanoid robot. The 6'2 robot looked quite well assembled and vaguely futuristic, its colours vibrant red and gold. In the centre of its chest was a glowing circular device, perhaps a power source, and its eyes were two slits that glowed the same light blue as the device in its chest.

"Eh? You talking to us?" Ichigo called back, now in near-flawless English as well, confused.

"What other kids are nearby that just fell out of the air? What other kids are nearby in the first place?" the robot replied in an unamused voice. Then its face flipped up, revealing a frowning man's face with sweaty brown hair and brown eyes, drops of already crusting blood decorating his forehead.

Alright then, not a robot.

"Seriously, you two should be dead, but you barely even have a scratch on you," he continued, pointing at their undamaged appearances.

"Well, we are pretty strong. Got a lot of spirit energy," Ichigo replied awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

He then stilled as he belatedly realised that the man could see him. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the man in the robot suit, trying his hardest to sense the spirit energy emanating from the man. He was shocked to find that there was almost none. Not even enough to even feel a spirit's presence. And yet, here he was, staring right at Ichigo.

"What the hell… Uryu, you feeling this?" he muttered to the Quincy, slitted eyes locked onto the man who now looked a bit baffled as to why a teenager was glaring at him as if he were about to explode.

Uryu nodded, also looking at the suited man, but in a less disrespectful manner than Ichigo. "Yeah. I can feel it. This is certainly strange."

"Hey, stop talking to each other like I'm not here. I know you're talking about me," groused the man, starting to walk towards them.

The two teens reluctantly stopped conversing about how it was possible that the man could see Ichigo for favour of talking with said man.

"Hey, dude, where are we exactly?" Ichigo inquired.

"New York City. What, did you not recognise the scenery while you were falling from the air?"

"We were too busy yelling at each other and destroying the big alien fish centipede to look at the landscape," Ichigo answered with a nonchalant shrug.

The man hummed. "Yeah, I saw that. You blew it up so easily; compared to how long it took me earlier to get rid of one of them or even harm it, I'd say you're pretty darn powerful. So, who are you kids?"

"I'm Uryu Ishida," Uryu greeted with a polite bow.

"Ichigo Kurosaki," Ichigo said with a nod. "And who are you?"

The man looked surprised at that, for some reason. "You don't know me? I'm Tony Stark, globally known CEO of Stark industries up until a year or so ago, and also known as Iron Man. If you haven't heard of me, you must have been living under a rock your whole life."

Ichigo shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, still don't know you man. Also, Iron Man? Is that because you're wearing a fancy robot suit? Pretty cliché if you ask me," he commented, gesturing at the man – Tony's – appearance.

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Yeah, whatever. Look, you two should either get out of here, or you can help up fight the aliens trying to destroy New York. Either way, standing here talking isn't helping anyone."

Ichigo and Uryu exchanged glances. Aliens? That was pretty crazy that their predictions on what the big thing from earlier was, but not all that surprising. They then had a silent conversation with their eyes, nodded resolutely, and looked back at Tony.

"We'll help. Might as well, given we can take the big one out pretty easily. If the rest are smaller than that, it should be a piece of cake," Ichigo decided.

Tony huffed a breath of laughter, his faceplate flipping back down with a dull clank. "I like your attitude, kid. Now get out there and kick some more alien ass."

The two teens smirked and gave affirmative nods. Without further conversation, the 3 turned in separate directions and split up, dashing off to fight the Chitauri.