A/N: I POSTED TWO CHAPTERS AT THE SAME TIME SO IF YOU HAVE NOT READ CHAPTER 57 PLEASE GO BACK AND READ IT. THANK YOU!

"You're so much more

Than a memory

Yes, you're so much more

Than a memory

So don't close the door

On what still can be

Cause you're so much more

Than a memory"

More Than A Memory | Hoobastank

Epilogue

*Seven Years later*

Aurick was walking down the cobbled street. He kept his left hand in his pocket, fingering the stones he always kept in there. The one thing he always kept on him. No matter what. He didn't know why. They looked like ordinary stones. But something told him they were important and not just for skipping across a lake.

He kept his right hand free despite wanting to dig it deep into his pocket; for the chilly wind was blowing hard, causing his long black hair to cover his face. He was constantly moving it out of the way, but it always flew back in his face. He wished he stole some hair ties from the store, but didn't think the wind would be this bothersome today. He looked up to the sky and the dark gray clouds were long and menacing, looking as if it would rain any moment. He should have stolen an umbrella too. But he knew better. One thing at a time. One small item no one would notice. Today, that item was a book. Much Ado About Nothing. He didn't know what compelled him to take that book today. Maybe it was because of where he was going. It made sense. But something deep within told him that's not the only reason he took that book today of all days. It was a similar feeling to that of the stones. That there was some greater meaning behind the book; he just didn't know what that was yet.

He continued his way to the Globe Theater. His eyes constantly moved back and forth between the people on the streets. He was mainly looking at their coat pockets and purses, but he pressed on, not stopping for anyone. He continued down Emerson Street, and saw a blond girl at the corner of New Globe Walk and Park Street in a green t-shirt and jeans casually wave at him.

"Aurick, why are we meeting here? I thought we were working today?" The girl asked as the teenage boy finally reached her.

He flashed her the deck of card that he kept in his other jacket pocket. "We are working today."

"Haven't you heard the rumors? Tony Stark may be at a performance today? Security will be crazy. We won't get away with it." She said in surprise at what her accomplice was suggesting. "There's not a chance in hell we will get away with pick pocketing around here."

"Who is Tony Stark?" Aurick asked in confusion. But as he spoke the name, something his body began to warm up but a shiver also ran down his spine. It was a queer feeling. Feeling elated but dread at the same time. Two emotions that shouldn't go together, but do anyways.

"Christ Aurick, I know you have amnesia but it's been ten years now." She muttered irately. "Tony Stark. The Tony Stark. Iron Man." She dug through her torn up backpack and pulled out a newspaper. "Here read page three, I snatched these in case it started raining."

Aurick opened the thin paper and turned to the page he was told. There he saw a picture of an older man who appeared to be in his mid forties, on the left side of the article. He looked like a typical rich billionaire, in his pinstripe suit and bow tie. But on the right side or the article was a photograph of a red and gold metal suit. He heart skipped a beat as he looked at the picture, but quickly waved it off and started skimming the article. Apparently he was just some old guy who was a rich, genius, superhero who apparently retired from the life of crime fighting to focus on his business, but actually never stopped being said superhero. It was all just some elaborate scheme that has never been fully explained nor will he talk about. He also read that the guy was going to be in the country for a few days meeting with some politicians to discuss superhero protection acts and technology to help protect cities from super villains. He threw the paper back at her, "Well it looks like we have our first target today." Was all he said as the two walked closer to the theater.

"Are you mad Aurick? I mean I know you have some mutant magic abilities. But to steal from a guy who is a superhero. And not just any superhero, but Iron Man. A founding member of the Avengers. I'm out if that your plan."

A mischievous gleam made its way on his face, "How many times have I told you, I don't like that word. Mutant. I prefer to consider my abilities godly. Sounds so much more poetic than that distasteful word." He paused for a moment and continued walking down the street. "If you don't want to help me; fine. I can do it myself." His accomplice was at a standstill, refusing to move from her spot despite Aurick getting further away. She watched him as he headed towards the theater before shaking her head in disagreement and going the opposite way.

Tony sat in the theater; Pepper was confused as to why Tony wanted to see a Shakespearean play while they were in London, but could only assume it was because of Loki. It has been a little over ten years since anyone had seen the god, but she, Happy, Rhodey, Bruce, and the rest of the Avengers, could still tell a part of him missed Loki. No one mentioned Loki, not even Tony. Even Thor kept his mouth shut when he was around, which everyone deemed peculiar behavior. It was as if his name became taboo. However sometimes at night, Jarvis said he could hear Tony mumbling the Loki's name in his sleep.

Tony's head was resting on his knuckles as he watched the play. His eyes focused on the stage. The young girl playing Beatrice was on stage alone now, beginning her short monologue:

"What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?

Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much?

Contempt, farewell, and maiden pride, adieu!

No glory lives behind the back of such.

And Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,

Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand.

If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee

To bind our loves up in a holy band.

For others say thou dost deserve, and I

Believe it better than reportingly."

Tony stood up from his seat, leaving the theater. Those lines felt like a lie to him. Beatrice wouldn't really change her mind so easily. How could her disdain for Benedick change that quickly into love. And if it did, she would just end up leaving him in the end...No he promised he would come back. Tony continued. I just didn't think it would be this long.

It bothered Tony and amazed him, at how much those words, this play, it still affected him to this day. He stepped outside the theater walking around, looking at the sky, still no rain in sight. Suddenly he felt a bump and stumbled back a bit, he looked to see a fairly tall boy who appeared to be seventeen maybe eighteen. The long, bony fingers moved the dark locks that the wind haphazardly pushed in his face. In that moment where his face was free from the ebony locks, the jade eyes immediately caught Tony's attention. They were the liveliest and most alluring part of his gaunt face.

Aurick stepped back from the bump as well, not wanting to look at the much older man directly in the eyes. His heart began beating so fast he thought it would burst, something that he was unfamiliar with when he was working. Never once had he felt nerves such as these. It almost felt like fear was seeping in; the only part was he didn't know why. "My apologies..." the soft British accent spoke up, "I was not paying attention to where I was going." Tony was still mesmerized by the boy's eyes. They looked so familiar, but at the same time so different. Softer, gentler, still mischievous, but no sign of malice.

The teenager stood there for a few moments longer, both hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. Tony still didn't respond, so the boy shrugged his shoulders and continued down the street. Walking away from the perplexing emotions that were growing strong every second he stood in front of that man. In front of Tony Stark.

Tony finally snapped back into reality, quickly turning around to get one last glance at the teenager. But what he saw turned his body into stone and made his heart stop beating. His entire world was at a standstill. For while watching the boy walk away, he could have sworn that the twill jacket gently swaying in the wind was slowly transforming into an emerald cape of an Asgardian prince.

As soon as Aurick was well out of sight from Tony, he pulled the wallet out of his pocket. Opening it, he saw rows of credit cards and he estimated that he has a few good few hours until this supposed superhero realized his wallet was gone. More than enough time.

He opened up the pouch for cash, it was mostly American dollars, but there were a couple pounds as well. Hidden between the cash, was a thick piece of folded cardstock. It appeared to have once been white, but was starting to yellow and tear at the edges.

He didn't know why, but he felt compelled to open the note. His heart was beating faster as he opened it only to see flawless golden lettering.

He didn't know why, but he felt dizzy reading the note. A hole in his heart began to form, and he could have sworn he felt perspiration on his cheeks. He looked up at the sky and down to the concrete, it was not raining.

So why? Why does he feel so heartbroken? Lonely? His heart in sheer and utter agony.

He clutched his head, as it pulsed in a pain that he never knew could exist. His throat felt tight, and his body becoming woozy. The stones in his pocket felt warm, as if they were heating up his whole body. That they were one of the causes of these unexpected waves of emotions.

The tears refused to stop and began to stain the letter that he just couldn't seem to look away from.

The letter.

For some reason his heart couldn't let go of the feeling that he was the one that wrote this very letter a lifetime ago.

A/N: Wow. I can't believe that it's over. That the story if finished. I don't know what to say or where to start.

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