This is not canon. At all. But I do have my own little head canon for just about every pairing out there. About all you need to know to follow this is that both characters got burned. You'll see who, but I don't want to give out the impression that either of them are being jerks. :) You should also know that for this story, Jane has perfected her own version of the Bifrost and used it, and went to a couple different places. However, because...reasons...the device had to be destroyed, and she was the only one who ever got to use it. I've bee listening to this song on repeat for probably two weeks straight, and have at least three other chapters of this planned. Each chapter is its own story, just a different pairing. Reviews are appreciated!

Note that the story is short enough that, if you would like, and I think you should, listen to Drops of Jupiter, by Train while you read. It helps with the mood.

Sail Across the Sun

Chapter One

Their Stay on the Moon

A new song started, the opening chords hushing the bar ever so slightly.

Bruce turned off the screen of his phone, and leaned back. "Drops of Jupiter, by Train." he explained to Steve. "A classic."

Tony leaned forward, cocking his head and listening, uncharacteristically quiet.

Jane and Darcy returned from the bathroom, talking and smiling. "Of course it's your favorite song. You've been as close to Jupiter and everywhere else than anyone else ever will be, and your name is in the song."

Jane stood at the corner of the table. "No," she insisted, smiling softly. "It's always been my favorite."

Tony spoke. "I think it's a pretty accurate song."

Darcy slid into the booth next to Bruce. "Maybe if you know someone who has been to Jupiter and have fallen in lo…..oh." Bruce raised his brows and smiled slightly. Darcy returned her eyes to Jane, who slowly sat at the end of the table, eyes closed and swaying.

She watched Tony stand, rocking slightly on his heels. "Jane." Her eyes slid open. "Since it's your favorite, would you like to dance?" he asked hesitantly.

She nodded once. "Yes." she answered. Her face did not change, but her eyes warmed, and Tony caught it, a touch of his usual confidence returning as he helped her up, and led her toward the dance floor.

Darcy watched them go, smiling gently as they began to dance, slightly distant and stiff, almost like a fawn seeking its legs.

Clint and Natasha returned with baskets of hot wings and mozzarella sticks. Natasha glanced back toward the floor, and made an almost indecipherable noise in her throat.

"He promised he would come back within a day or two." Darcy said distantly, not speaking to anyone directly, just the air. "It's been years. Long years. And we know he could, that the bridge is working." She hesitantly sampled a hot wing, relishing the burn in the back of her throat.

Clint's thumb slid on the side of his glass, the ice burning through the glass and stinging his skin. "If he comes, he won't hurt her again." he affirmed.

Bruce hummed an assent, watching the floor for a glance at the two.

Steve looked up in time to see them, in the middle of the crowd, oblivious to the swirling masses, swaying to the music. Jane's head rested on Tony's shoulder, and his face was in her hair. The smoke and dark made it hard to tell, but jewels seemed to glimmer on Jane's lashes, and trail down her cheek.

Natasha smiled, bitter-sweet, and sad.

The setting sun slid through the window, and the floor stained hearts-blood-red, and swirled into golden yellow, the dust glittering, and the haze forming golden halos around ones who were no angels.

The song ended, and the sun set, and Jane and Tony returned to the table.

His real smile was back, and Jane had stars glistening from her eyes once again.