This is my first ever published fanfic, so please don't crucify me, hope you like it.
Disclaimer: If I owned marvel, avengers, or fall out boy, I would NOT have a wardrobe which came mainly from the charity shop.
The Mighty Fall
How the mighty fall, the mighty fall, the mighty fall...
He had been great once, standing atop a building, watching as an army, his army, poured into the streets of Manhattan. And those foolish mortals and his idiotic 'brother' fighting them. The beast, the tin man, the supposed god, the patriot, his former servant the archer, and the spider. He surveyed the scene around him in that moment, watching them as they fought his mighty army. The spider caught his attention. Such bravery and strength, for a midgardian woman, anyway. He thought back to that day on their flying base, of how she had tricked him, the trickster, master of lies and deceit. A match worthy of his talents. The thought brought a smirk to his lips. Perhaps, he would let her live, keep her around as an amusement, a toy for the king. She was certainly pretty enough, and a warrior too, but very different to that shield-maiden back home. She would make a perfect pet. He could slowly break her with the deaths of her friends, those Avengers that she held so dear, despite having a supposed heart of ice. But her hair betrayed her: the colour of fire, hot burning passion, emotion making her decisions for her, just like any other woman. Spiders make great pets, but she would be the greatest. Shame about her lifespan. He was far from immortal, but her life was still so short compared to his, it would hardly be worth all that trouble for a few decades, maybe longer, if her precious hawk was to be believed.
Later, as Thor led him to central park, a muzzle binding his silver tongue, cuffs his magic, he thought back to the moment, and thought that if he hadn't spent so much time thinking about her, his attempt to rule would have succeeded, and he would not have fallen so far from a king to a lowly prisoner.
It was only much later, when he had been left in his cell below Asgard that he thought again back to that day, unable to stop thoughts of the spider creeping into his mind, that he realised he hadn't fallen that day, he had already fallen, he had fallen the moment he saw her in the base, standing there, unafraid. Only then did he realise that he, the mightiest almost-ruler that Midgard had ever seen, had fallen into a spiders web. And he found that it didn't bother him as much as he had thought it would. He didn't mind at all.
...oh how the mighty fall in love.
Finite.