A.N: Hey guys, so here's chapter 6!

shennysbest1990: I'm aware of that, Ugly Side, correct? Picking Up Pieces is the sequel to it. :D It pretty much tells you about what happens to Tony when Bruce left him.

ashleykhl: Actually, his son is much more of a jerk than Obie. Watch Iron Man:Rise of the Technovore, You'll understand what I'm saying.

jack2724: Hey! I've read your story! :D It was really nice, I hope you'll update soon!

ZodiacDragon97: I agree! And don't worry, that will happen, but just not now, I have plans for the current chapter. And really? Oh gosh, I feel so honored. THANK YOU!

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"Have you heard the news? Nottingham is falling apart," Cecilia said.

Edward's eyes went wide. "What?" Robert's shoulders stiffened at the news.

"What did you mean?" asked Edward, pure horror on his face. Cecilia shrugged, "It happened around 3 years ago, when the prince of Nottingham died and the king suddenly got sick and died a year ago. Now, since there's no more heir to the throne, the king's right hand man, Obadiah Stane, took over the throne and he tortured the people of the kingdom. Taking their wealth and use it for his, threatened them if they refuse to do so with death,"

Tony's eyes widened, his body started to tremble. "No," he whispered.

"May your body rot in Helheim Anthony!" shouted his father as he walked out from the room.

"Ah!" He turned his head around to see James screaming, an arrow deep in his chest. Tony threw his sword and shield onto the ground and ran towards James.

"James! James! Oh God," muttered Tony, holding James body in his arms, "Don't leave me buddy," Tony pleaded.

James only chuckled before he let out one last breath and his body going limp against Tony's.

"James? James?" called Tony, desperately. But Tony knew his dark skinned friend won't reply him.

Tony walked further, towards the camp where their leader rests. On his way, Tony can't help scrunching his nose at the smell of something rotten. Like a rotten meat—Tony's eyes widened.

In front of him were dead bodies of his comrades. The carcasses of the army of his kingdom. "No," he whispered to himself.

Edward held his head between his hands, flashbacks filling his head. "Edward," called Robert, walking towards Edward, trying to calm him down. "Edward!" he called once again.

"No, no, this is all my fault," he muttered to himself as he cried. "Edward," called Cecilia this time, she was concerned. Edward started to act so weird all of a sudden. "Is it because of Nottingham?" she asked Robert. Suddenly there were no more sobs coming out from Edward.

With eyes filled with tears, Edward looked at Robert, his face firm, "Robert, we need to go back," he said. Robert only sighed and fixed his glasses. Edward stood up and gripped Robert's shoulders tight, "We need to return to Nottingham now! We can't leave them all alone!" he continued but Robert only looked away couldn't face Edward in the eyes.

Cecilia looked at the two with extreme confusion, "What is this thing you are talking about? I do not understand? Why must return to Nottingham?" she asked and Edward turned his head around to face Cecilia, "Because I am the last heir of the Stark bloodline," and Cecilia's eyes widened.

"Explain," she said. She saw Edward wanted to protest, but she cut him off. "No. Both of you, sit down and tell me what is going on," she ordered them, anger in her face. Robert for once in his life, scared to death. Both him and Edward it seems. They obliged, sitting on their own chairs before Robert spoke up. "We… We are not like you think we are," Robert started.

"Who are you then?" she asked, folding her arms in front of her chest. Edward sighed, "as previously mentioned, I am not the person you thought I am, I am Anthony Stark, the only son of Howard Stark and Maria Stark," Edward—Tony explained. Cecilia nodded, "and you Robert?" she asked, more like demanded.

Robert gulped. "I am Robert Banner, I was cursed by a witch and so I could turn into a monster when wrath takes over me," now it was Cecilia's turn to gulp. 'Remind me not to enrage Robert,' she muttered to herself.

"So, now what are you gentlemen going to do?" she asked. And Edward spoke up, "I am going to take the kingdom back," he answered and Cecilia shook her head.

"Not that easy," she said, "Nottingham is well-known for its capabilities during war times, and I'm sure that you will both be killed," she continued and Edward sunk back to his seat. "What am I supposed to do now? I cannot let my people stay like that. Threats and danger and deaths all following them," said Edward. And Cecilia wanted to hug the young man, she really did. But she didn't, knowing that it wouldn't help at all.

But she knew what would, ideas! And one just popped out in her head, "What about if you gather the earth's mightiest heroes?" she asked. And Robert stared at her with confusion. "Earth's mightiest heroes?"

Edward nodded, "I've heard the story but is it true?" he asked, Cecilia nodded. Robert felt left out, "who are these earth's mightiest heroes you speak of?" he asked. And Edward smiled, "they are Midgard's greatest warriors or guardians. Protecting their territory from danger and lead many wars to victory," and Robert nodded.

"They consist of Steven Rogers, Janette van Dyne and Mark Pym," she told him. "Steven Rogers was a famous knight, no one really knew what happened to him, first he was all skin and bones and the next day he led many wars to victory, but he stopped saying that he finally found his reason in living,"

"Janette van Dyne is a witch," said Edward and Robert's eyes twitched for a while, "She used her powers to protect the forest she lived in, along with her lover Mark Pym, a mage, but he was not well known for that, but his capabilities to control the minds of insects," and Robert nodded, "so you wanted to collect these men and a woman?" he asked. And Cecilia nodded.

"They are the best of the best," she said. Robert frowned, "but why did you say that they are myths, fairy tales?" asked Robert. And Edward sighed.

"Because no one even saw them since 5 years ago," Edward answered, he looked at Cecilia, "And we don't know where they are," he admitted. Though the three were powerful, recruiting them will be a pain, no even looking for them is a pain. Suddenly Cecilia giggled, "Worry not my friends!" she said before she went somewhere in one of the cottage's rooms and came back carrying a roll of something in her hands.

"What is that?" asked Edward and soon he got his answer when Cecilia unrolled the thing in her hands and laid it on the table. "This, my dear lad, is a map," she answered.

"What is it for?" Robert asked. And he heard Cecilia started to giggle, "When I was young, my father used to be close with those heroes, and so if there was any trouble at all, he would meet them and consult with them," she said, she then started to point the red circles on the map, "And these are their locations, according to my father that is,"

"Steven Rogers is in Staffordshire, while Janette van Dyne and Mark Pym are in Buckinghamshire," she explained. Robert leaned back on his chair, an amused smile on his face. "You never cease to amuse me Cecilia," he commented and Cecilia giggled and shrugged, "I aim to please," she said.

"Hey! That's my line!" shouted Edward and the two adults laughed.

The moon came up and Edward was asleep with Robert resting on the same bed as him. Robert smiled as he ran his right hand in Edward's hair. His eyes suddenly got attached with the blue orb in Edward's chest. 'Maybe I can…' Robert removed his hand from Edward's hair, approaching the blue orb in Edward's chest slowly, 'just one touch,' he thought to himself, and he did.

Robert touched the blue orb in Edward's chest. It felt weird, it felt cold and warm and Robert could feel the surge of energy that the orb emitted, slowly and he could feel everything. The steady beat of Edward's heart, the rise and fall of his chest as Edward exhale and inhale, the—

"Robert?" and Robert quickly looked at the source of sound. It was Edward, "E-Edward!" said Robert, not believing that the younger man was awake. Robert felt himself blush when he heard Edward chuckling. "You know, you could've just ask me if you wanted to assault me in my sleep," joked Edward.

Robert couldn't take it anymore, "I wasn't assaulting!" he protested. Edward quirked one eyebrow, "Oh, so seeing a 25-years-old man affectionately caressing the chest of an 18-years-old man is fine?" teased Edward.

"Oh shut up!" said Robert. He then sat up, hands moved and pinned Edward's hands next to his head and straddled Edward's waist. "Can't you shut up?" asked Robert, face leaning closer to Edward's.

And suddenly everything was intimate, was close, was sexual.

Edward felt his heart race as he stare at the face in front of him. As he felt the warmth surging into his body, the same warmth that was emitted by the body of the figure he knew for so long, straddling him, pinning him down onto the bed. Edward felt a blush forming on his face.

"Edward," called Robert, looking at the younger man under him. The blue light that was emitted by the orb was small yet adequate to provide him enough light to see the handsome face of the man under him. Edward shuddered. He could feel Robert's breath now.

And they didn't know what happen next.

It was all their body doing, the lust and love clouding their mind as Robert leaned down and Edward tilted his head.

And their lips touched.

It was soft, it wasn't dirty, and it was innocent. Just their lips brushing against each other.

Yet it felt amazing, like they finally found the last missing piece of a puzzle.

The missing piece of their hearts.

And everything moved fast and quick like Edward's train of thoughts. He didn't understand what was he doing, but he like—no he loved it. He needed it. As if the kisses he and Robert have were the only thing that kept him alive. Like the air that he breathe.

And he leaned into the kiss and parted his lips.

And Robert thrusts his wet muscle into Edward's hot cavern as he moved his hands, letting go of Edward's hands and pull him into a warm, sweet embrace. And Edward oblige, wrapping his arms around Robert's neck as he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Their tongues fight for dominance and Edward felt himself running out of air. But he didn't care. He just couldn't have enough. Robert's kisses were suffocating, were addicting, were sweet and sentimental in their own way. And Edward couldn't help but to moan.

Finally after what seems like ages, Robert pulled away. Both man panting and face flushed. And Edward traced his lips with his fingers. He could still feel the presence of a pair of lips ghosting on his.

And Edward's mind malfunctioned and he pulled Robert down and kissed him again. The sound of their breaths filled the dark room with only the moonlight and Edward's orb of blue light as their companion.

Because screw the world. They wanted this, they needed this and they are going to get it now.

A.N: Sorry if it's too short. Ha ha, I don't feel so good. I have too much problems and stress in life right now and I obviously don't know if I should or can continue this. That's where your reviews come and take the role. Because your reviews are perhaps the only thing that keep me going right now. Ha ha. I know I sounded like an attention bitch right now, but I am not joking. Really. Seriously. I would gladly talk to you about my problems right now, but for the sake of this story's continuation. REVIEW.