Here is the new fic like I promised! It will be multi-POV multi-chapter one shots of the Guardian Angel AU in AOS soooo enjoy!

Melinda sits with her legs curled to her chest. Her eyes are glued to the tv watching as Woody Harrelson's character smacks a zombie in the skull with a baseball bat. She sips her tea slowly waiting for a phone call from Phil. He usually calls around now. Her hand falls to the remote flipping to the news. Nothing. She was almost hoping to hear news about the climax of the battle. It was uncharacteristically quiet. To be fair it was always really quiet after the divorce.

It had taken her months after Bahrain to get the urge to ask for a divorce. She didn't want to break his heart but at the same time she couldn't be around anyone anymore. It wasn't fair to him. One day his wife wants children, a life. By the next she won't even let him touch her hands. He deserved more than that. He deserved more than her. But he didn't leave. He tried to beg her to stay. He tried so damn hard… He loves her and there's still a part of her that loves him. Even after all these years. Even if she hasn't heard from him at all. She still loves him… But she can't put him through this. He deserves someone who will give him a family, someone who he can be happy with, someone who is warm… She didn't deserve him.

Hell, she doesn't deserve Phil. But the man is so damn stubborn. Just as much as she is, if not more. Even after she wouldn't answer his calls he didn't give up. For months she'd just receive twenty messages after every call. She considered every once in while throwing away her phone. Though, if she was being honest with herself she found a certain level of comfort in the messages. Even if it was twenty messages just about the Captain America cartoon that he just watched and how it was a shame none ever include Peggy Carter. After a year she gave in and answered the call. Even if it was just to listen to him. She never said much and he never pushed her to. It was a good balance between the two of them. By the second year the gifts rolled by. He'd drop a six pack of her favorite beer by her doorstep and she'd pretend she didn't hear his footsteps coming down the hall when he came to drop them off. He really was too loud… After the third year she "caught" him and invited him inside. That's when he told her he was joining the avengers initiative. He left for New York a couple of months later. He calls her everyday to account for what happens that day. Most of the time he's either complaining about Stark or fangirling over the fact that Captain America is even more heroic in public.

"Lin…" His voice rips her from her thoughts forcing her to spin around. She points the knife that was sitting on her table at him with a frown.

"God Phil you scared the hell out of me! I could have hurt you." She grumbles placing the knife down. "Though you're getting better at sneaking around. I didn't even hear you come in." She sighs.

"But I-"

"I thought you were supposed to be in New York." She questions. He looks good. His hair is combed neatly and his suit is well pressed. He obviously dressed well for his job. Normally they would wear tactical suits but Phil always was a fan of the old fashioned. The classic suit and tie look was his go to.

"I was but-"

"You know what? I don't care." She smiles slightly. "I'm glad to see you." She moves to hug him but she passes straight through him. Her heart drops to her stomach at the motion. She turns around and sure enough he is staring at her sadly. She quickly pinches her skin in a desperate effort to wake herself up. The pain radiates through her arm confirming her worst fears. This wasn't a dream… This wasn't some crazy nightmare she could escape…

She's heard of this before. After a loved one dies that person would appear again. She didn't believe it. She thought it was a cruel myth for the heartbroken. Her own father found a guardian angel in her grandmother. She thought he had been going through denial when she caught him talking to himself as if she were still there. Guardian angels were someone only you could see. Someone only you could hear. After they died they would appear beside someone who loved them the most… This wasn't fair. He shouldn't be here. He should be with Audrey she loves him… She loves him so damn much why is he here with her? But he's here so that means…

Her phone rings cutting off her thoughts. She begs for it to be Phil. She begs herself to be so drunk that she's hallucinating her best friend in her apartment when he's supposed to be in New York fighting underneath the Avengers. He's not dead. He's calling her to complain about Stark again. He just has to be. She doesn't care if she has to listen to yet another two hour long discussion about how damn important Bucky Barnes was in Captain America's life and how he influenced Steve to become a hero. She'd give anything to hear his voice… Anything but this…

"Melinda? I'm so sorry… Phil's dead." Maria's voice cuts through the phone. It feels like her whole world shatters from beneath her. Her knees collapse under her weight as she lets out a pained cry. She screams until her throat is sore. She can hear Phil's muffled sniffs in the background despite the pounding in her ears. She can't lose him. This can't be happening. He's going to knock on the door and wake her from a drunken stupor.

Memories flash before her eyes. Midnight binge watching the Star Wars movies, legendary prank pulling, embarrassing times after an undercover mission had them kiss, snowball fights, sparring sessions, his long rambles…

But none of that would happen again…

He's gone.