Third chapter already, hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I'm british, why would I make everyone American? Fall Out Bou also not mine.
AU based on The Phoenix, set during and post CA:TWS, so spoilers. Enjoy.
The Phoenix
He was walking along the street when it happened, when the triskelion went down, when the soldier when from the sky, when S.H.I.E.L.D. went online. He read everything, the ledger she had tried so hard to keep from him. There were parts he knew, of course, from his time looking at the archer's mind, but there were parts he doubted even the archer knew about. Since he had 'died', he had been spending short periods of time on Midgard, leaving an illusion on the throne, leaving him to follow her, watch her. He wasn't quite sure why he did that, but he had an inkling. He wanted to see someone else who had inherited misery from those around her. He would see how she tried to clean a little bit of red from her ledger, taking down maniacs, trying to save the world. She had surrendered any hopes of a fairytale, of love, for herself a long time ago. Now that all of her secrets were on display for the world to see, she would need a new cover, before her time ran out, before there was nothing left for him to do. He wanted to go in, change her, re-mix her, as the midgardians would say. Then he would raise her up, a light in the darkness. Hope from the ashes of a world burnt. But she had saved the world, put out the fire, she didn't need him.
He saw her coming out of a hearing, at least he thinks that is what they are called, and he couldn't help it. He stopped her. Much to his surprise, she didn't alert anyone of his existence. She didn't protest when he slipped her a note saying "you broke our spirit", along with a date, time and address.
Days later, he saw her meet with the soldier and the pirate in a graveyard not all that far from the smouldering remains of the triskelion. He listened as she said how she would need a new identity.
Hours after that, he met her in a small café, tucked away in a back street of New York. She looked him in the eye, her silver-blue eyes boring into his sole, and agreed to go with him, to be with him. She leaned across the table, and captured his lips with hers. He was stunned for a moment, before reacting, kissing her back. They came to the café on an uneasy treaty, and left hand in hand, with a promise of becoming closer than her and the hawk. For the first time in almost two years, he smiled. He really smiled. She had agreed to be his phoenix after all.
Finite.