A.N: OMG, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE AMAZING REVIEWS YOU GUYS! ASDFGHJKL YOUR REVIEWS ARE THE ONLY THING THAT KEPT ME GOING! SERIOUSLY! SO here's chapter 5, it's pretty much a filler to what happened in Nottingham while Tony was away. (HERE YOU FUCKING GO *****!)

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A man clad in silver clothing ran towards the room where he believed the king of Nottingham, Howard Stark,was. He ran towards the door and opened it forcefully to see the said king sitting on his throne talking with his advisors. Though his breath was short, rigid, he ran towards the king and kneeled down in front of him. "My Lord," he greeted, his head down showing respect to the man with the higher rank.

"What is it?" asked Howard, not even glancing at the man, busy talking with his advisors. The man swallowed his saliva before he spoke up, "I'm here to bring the bad news my Lord, our knights were… killed. All of them,"

Howard's shoulders stiffened, he turned around finally looking at the man, "What about the prince?" he asked. The man tilted his head, looking at the king's face, eyes filled with fear and concern as his lips moved and words came out, giving the king answer to his question, "he's dead," and Howard's eyes widen in shock.

He stood up and walked out from the room.

"No, no," he muttered. He couldn't accept that his one and only son has died, his Anthony Stark has died.

Suddenly he felt something wet rolled on his cheek, leaving a wet trail. He lifted his hand and used his fingers to re-trace the lines. Then he realized something, he's crying. He leaned against the nearest wall, one sentence repeating in his mouth, "Forgive me Maria,"

"Howard," Howard looked at the source of the sound and saw his beautiful wife, Maria Stark walking towards him, carrying a baby boy in her arms. Howard smiled, "What is it Maria?" he asked.

The said woman walked faster towards him and moved her arms, making the baby boy in her arms visible to Howard, "Look Howard," she said and Howard looked at the baby boy with anticipation.

"Ma! Ma!" the baby boy said as he lifted his small hands as if he was trying to grab something. Howard smiled at the young boy, "I must say, I am impressed," he admitted and Maria smiled at the young boy, "Now, greet your father," she said.

"Ma! Ma!" the boy said, a giggle followed. Howard chuckled at the boy's reaction. "No Anthony, not me but your father," said Maria, her finger poked the baby boy's nose softly. The baby boy giggled.

"Ma! Ma!" Howard looked at Maria, "It seems that he is attached to you," said Howard and Maria gave him a smile.

Howard eyed the two figures in front of him, his beautiful wife, Maria and his son, Anthony. He smiled, wider this time. This is perfect; he can live like this for eternity.

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"Father! Look what I made!" Howard looked at the boy calling him, running towards him a small crown made of flowers with different colors. The said boy sat in front of him, shoving his crown forward so that Howard could take a good look at it. "Mother and I made it!" he said and Howard ruffled the boy's hair, "I see," said Howard.

Then he saw a familiar figure running towards them. Howard chuckled it was Maria. Her face flushed as she ran and sat next to them. "You, Howard Stark," she said but stopped to grab her breath, "Have a very energetic son," she continued and Howard chuckled.

"Mother," Tony called and Maria looked at the young boy. "What is it my dear Anthony?" she asked, giving the boy a soft smile. Tony shoved the flower crown to her, and Howard started to laugh, "But I thought the crown was for me," he teased and Tony shook his head. "It's for mother," he said before he placed the crown on top of Maria's head. The flowers contrasted with her wavy brown hair. Making her more beautiful, if that was even possible.

Maria smiled, "he loves me more than you Howard," she teased and Howard chuckled. "Oh enou—"suddenly Maria started coughing hard. She used her hands to cover her mouth. Howard moved his hands, patting Maria's back, trying to help her.

"Mother, are you alright?" asked Tony as he moved closer towards his mother. When Maria finally stopped coughing, she smiled at Tony. "I am alright Anthony, do not worry," she said, assuring the young boy.

But both Maria and Howard knew that she was far from okay when they saw the blood on her white hands.

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Howard held Maria's hand in his hands as he sat next to her bed, waiting for her to open her eyes and told him that everything is going to be alright, that this was all one of her jokes, that she loved him and would never leave him. But she didn't.

Her eyes closed, her pink lips not moving. Howard held her hand close to his cheek. He closed his eyes as a tear fell from his eyes.

"Ho…ward," Howard opened his eyes to see Maria's eyes opened, the all so familiar smile on her face. "Maria," he called, a smile on his face.

"Ho…ward, take... care of… Anthony for… me," she said and Howard nodded his head, "Don't say such things Maria, you'll get healthier and we'll take care of Anthony together," he told her, tears falling from his eyes.

"Promise… me," she said and Howard swallowed his saliva. "I… I promised," he said.

And he saw Maria smiled at him before her eyes fluttered close, as her hand fell from his grip, as she let out one last breath. Howard's eyes widened. "Maria?" he called. But there's no response, only silence.

"Maria?" he called once again and once again silence replied him. "Maria!" he called, he could not let this happen, he could not lose Maria. But he just did. He buried his face onto the bed sheets that Maria laid on, "Maria," he called as he cried.

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"No!" shouted little Anthony as his father ordered the knights to take all the things related to Maria and burn it down. "NO!" Anthony shouted, louder this time, tears started falling from his eyes. He took one small painting of Maria from the knights' hands and ran away with it. But Howard was in front of him. Standing tall and strong, anger on his face.

Howard grabbed the small painting forcefully before he gave it to one of the knights to burn it. "No! Father! You can't let them do this!" cried Anthony as he grabbed his father's clothing and kneeled down in front of him, "I beg of you," he said but Howard didn't listen to it. Instead he slapped Tony hard on the cheek, causing Tony to fall back.

"Don't you dare," he said, pointing at Tony before Tony ran away, tears on his eyes. And Howard wanted to cry when he saw Tony cried. He, himself, didn't want to burn the things Maria left down but he must. He needed to forget about the pain in his chest. The hole that she left inside him as she left him all alone.

Because it's not about Anthony, it's about him.

He could not let go of the memories that he had with Maria.

They were too good to let go.

It has been a week and Howard was ill. The amount of depression that he had because of the fact that the only person he had left has died, made him sick. Howard was resting on his bed when he heard a knock from the door of his chamber.

"Come in," he said and the man who knocked at his door came in. It was Obadiah Stane, Howard's best companion and his right hand man. "Obadiah," he called and Obadiah replied him with a smile a cup of some sort of drink in his hand.

"How are you my king?" he asked and Howard smiled. He wanted to say that he was not okay, that he wanted Anthony and Maria back, that he wanted to rewind time and turn everything back to before Maria got sick, that he already had enough, that he just wanted to see Anthony came crushing through the door and hugged him and said that he was sorry for disappearing and tell Howard that everything was fine. But he didn't. Instead he just replied with a small, "Worry not, I am fine," and he saw Obadiah nodded.

"For my lord," said Obadiah, handing Howard the cup.

"What is this?" he asked.

Obadiah smiled, "a special health drink," Howard hesitated. There was something weird with the said drink, but he didn't care. He drank all the liquid and gave the cup back to Obadiah. "Thank you," he said.

And he saw something like a wicked smile from Obadiah before he left.

Ever since that day, Obadiah kept on coming into his chamber, bringing the same liquid again and again, forcing him to drink it again and again. And Howard felt his body going weaker each day, until one day he couldn't even sat up again. But Obadiah still made him drink the liquid.

It made him weaker and weaker until one day, he couldn't wake up anymore.

Until one day, Howard couldn't open his eyes anymore.

Until one day Howard let out one last breath and Obadiah Stane knew that Howard died.

Obadiah walked out from Howard's chamber and walked towards the room where Howard's throne was seated. He entered the room without any hesitation. Head held up high as he strutted down the red carpet and seated himself on Howard's throne.

"Listen!" he shouted and everyone in that room looked at him intensely. Obadiah smirked, "The king has died and there's no more heir to the throne," he announced and there were gasps and whispers in the room.

"Silence!" he shouted and soon the room was filled with silence. No one dare to speak up because they knew that something was up, especially when he announced, "For there is no more heir to the king, I, Obadiah Stane, shall take the throne,"

A.N: HEY! So here's a poll. It's more of a question, no gifts this time, sorry!

Anyways, here's the question:

Which Robert Downey Jr.'s song do you like the most?

I would go with "Man Like Me", but hey, it's your choice. ;D It's for something alright and I need our opinions. :D

P.S: GIVE AUTHOR MORE REVIEWS! REVIEWS ARE COOKIES. Especially now, I'm really exhausted and tired and your reviews are like little energy drinks for me. Love you reviewers so much. NO HOMO.