A/N: Hello Philinda and AoS fandom!

This is my first AU based on another movie or fandom or anything really. So I hope it goes well and I hope you guys like it. If you've seen the movie "A Lot Like Love", you are pretty much completely spoiled xD but I hope you enjoy this regardless. Some of the dialogue are exact replications from the film, so I don't mean any copyright infringement!

Very special thanks to my amazing beta: elle-oh-you. You are wonderful, deary, and I appreciate all you do, have done, and will do! 3

Please let me know what you think and as always,

Enjoy~


Prologue

7 Years Ago

It had been weeks since Phil last communicated with his brother, Clint, and he couldn't wait to visit him at his new home in New York. Clint had been living there for almost a year, but Phil never really had a chance to go over, what with finishing school and looking into a career. Now, he'd decided to take a break and see the city his older brother had fallen in love with.

In all of Clint's letters and emails, he talked about how much he loved the city and how great it was being part of the police task force. Though there had been something a little off about his last few messages that Phil couldn't wait to interrogate him about.

For now, he was content with putting up with his sister as she drove him to the airport. In the car with them were two of his sister's best friends. They were talking - in a very loud manner - about some boys at school and superfluous gossip. Usually, her constant jabbering with her friends irritated him to no end and her driving made him fear for his life, but he was willing to deal with it with it if it meant getting him closer to New York.

As they quickly came upon the airport, she pulled over to the curb in a way that could only be described as death defying. Her friends didn't seem to mind and even enjoyed the spastic driving, but Phil was gripping the door's handle tightly with fear. He couldn't wait to get out.

"We're here," his sister announced, voice laced with faux annoyance.

"Thanks for driving me to the airport, Maria," Phil said gratefully as he pulled his small suitcase from the back seat. Her driving may instill him with fear, but she got him there in one piece. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but adding, "By the way, does mom know you drive like that?"

Maria simply rolled her eyes at him and pointed to the door. "Get out! You are so annoying!"

Phil smirked at their familiar interaction and made kissing noises towards her as he stepped out of her death trap of a vehicle. As soon as the door shut, Maria pulled away and sped off,forcing Phil to jump back, unless he wanted to arrive in New York with broken toes.

He shook his head and chuckled while putting his suitcase down on the sidewalk and making sure he had all of his things. Wallet, check. Identification, check. Camera, check. Captain America nighttime plushy, definitely a check.

With everything in order, Phil was ready to start this two week adventure. This was going to be unforgettable! But before he could make his way towards the airport entrance, he heard yelling that forced his attention towards a parked car. He turned just in time to witness a young woman, around his age, throw her large soda cup at the windshield of her ride's car.

Moments ago, just as he and his sister were pulling up in their car, he had vaguely noticed the now squabbling pair locking lips and exchanging a surprising amount of saliva. Public displays of affection made him feel a little awkward, so naturally he ignored them. Now he watched on as the lovers quarrelled violently.

"Screw you," Phil heard the girl scream. Wow, she was beautiful.

This gorgeous stranger was shorter than he was, had straight black hair and looked like she might be Chinese. Despite her petite size, she had a fierce and deadly spark in her eyes. And her voice, even as she yelled angrily, sounded wonderful. Whatever was going on between the two of them, he knew that the guy was about to lose out on a great catch. Under different circumstances, Phil would have been more than willing to swoop in and date her in a heart beat.

"You just don't believe in the band!" he suddenly heard the man yell. Phil had missed out on most of their argument but this he caught. So, the guy was in a band. Interesting. Like an everyday Bon Jovi.

"I do believe in the band," the girl retorted, "I love the band!"

"Whatever, have a good life!" the guy said with his back to turned towards her. Without another word Bon Jovi got back into his truck and started to pull away.

"Fine! Leave!" Phil's mysterious beauty called out. Her boyfriend pulled away without a moment's hesitation as she hit his car in frustration.

She stood there dejected, but she looked more furious than upset or sad. It was almost as if she were mining all her frustrations and sadness to unleash at another time. And she looked absolutely radiant while doing this.

Phil knew it was a little creepy and stalkerish, but there wasn't much of a chance they'd ever see each other again anyway. He discretely shot a few pictures of her with his camera before he finally entered the airport and proceeded to go through the check-in process. His mind drifting freely between thoughts of New York and the scene he witnessed. Then it hit him.

What was he thinking taking her photo? And more importantly, what was he going to do with them. When he would finally get his film printed, he'd have a few random photos of a complete stranger at an airport. He could come up with a fantastic story about how they met and had this amazing adventure and fling while he was in New York, but really, who would buy that? Especially coming from him.

He contemplated his actions as he sat in the terminal by his gate and waited to board. He sat there patiently, people watching and letting his eyes wander, until he caught sight of his beauty once more. She took a seat two rows in front of him, but still in the same terminal area. It looked like they were both going to New York.

Well this was awkward.

Despite his reservations and against his better judgement, his eyes remained locked on her and took in every detail about her. She looked stone-faced, as though she were trying to keep from exploding - in tears or in anger, he'll never know. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and her all black outfit did wonders for her already flawless figure. She didn't seem to smile much, but judging from her earlier scene, she didn't seem to have much to smile about anyways. He wondered if she-

Oh shit, her eyes just met his and she caught him staring. Shit! What was he going to do? His eyes grew wide as he panicked internally. Would she yell at him? Glare intensely? Call airport security? He couldn't avert his gaze, no matter how hard he tried. It was almost like his eyes were actually glued on her. Great, now he really was like a stalker.

Then he paused. Wait. Her expression didn't look angry or offended - it looked curious. She raised one eyebrow and he watched as she checked him out and cocked her head to the side slightly. Her eyes roamed up and down his figure twice before she pursed her lips slightly. It was as though she were thinking, "He's not the best looking guy out there, but I wouldn't mind doing him."

Was she thinking that? Could he possibly have a small chance with her? Maybe he should stand up and talk to her. Make a move.

But before he could so much as think of a line to use on her, his flight began boarding and people crowded around him until his view of her was obscured. He stood up and looked in her direction, but her previously occupied seat was now vacant and he was being shoved and pushed towards the gate. His shoulders fell slightly as he made his way to the gate and onto the plane.

What was he expecting anyway? Was he going to walk right over to her, say something charming and sweep her off her feet? Then what? They get to New York, shake hands and say, "Well this was great!" Plus, she'd just broken up with her boyfriend. If he did make a move on her, it'd be like taking advantage of a poor, unsuspecting victim.

Yes. That was it. He did the right thing hesitating. He was being a good person and not taking advantage of a complete stranger at a low and vulnerable point in her life. A very good person.

After finally getting his mystery girl off his mind, Phil spent the majority of his plane ride rereading his comics and thinking about all the great things he could do in New York. He could see Time Square, visit Central Park-oh! He heard they had a new Captain America museum opening up and he could visit that one cafe they shot You've Got Mail.

"Can I clear this for you sir?"

A stewardess pulled Phil out of his thoughts as she motioned towards the empty bags of peanuts on his tray table. He nodded politely and she began cleaning the mess.

"Would you like anymore peanuts? I can bring the cart over."

"Oh no, I'm fine thanks."

Just as the stewardess was about to turn away, the man who was sitting in front of Phil dropped his seat back and caused the small cup of soda he had to spill all over himself. The stewardess immediately tended to the sticky situation and apologized profusely. She offered him a towel several times while patting his chest with her own until Phil finally excused himself to the bathroom.

Once there, he looked himself in the mirror and sighed frustratedly at the large spill displayed on his shirt. Thank god he had already put his comics back in his backpack.

"Well, this is just great," he muttered as he wet a paper towel and began to dab at his shirt. After a few seconds there was a knock on the door and Phil rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, thanks." he called out as politely as he could to the stewardess who had helped him earlier.

Despite this, the knocking continued and became harder and more insistent. After several seconds, Phil let out an irritated groan before turning around to open the door.

"Look I said I'm fi-"

However, instead of the stewardess, there stood his mystery girl with a mischievous smile on her face. Before another sound left his mouth, she pushed him back into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Well this was a pleasant surprise.