Okay, so this is the last chapter of 'Dark Ages'! I hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks for all the reviews, follows and favorites this rp-turned-fanfiction got (and maybe will get in the future, should somebody read this after it's finished)!

Words written like this are Narration in this chapter.

"Is it over?" Sam asked, mouth open as he watched what happened before him.

"It is…" Natalia worded, before starting to smile.

"You did it!" she yelled, throwing her hand in the air.

"Dragon Slayers huh… sounds good," Barnes grinned as he picked himself up and walked to the group.

"Wanda! That was incredible!" Sharon called, looking at the witch.

"T-Thank you…" Maximoff managed a weak smile on her face.

A few seconds later, cheers, cries, calls and yells could be heard from the wall, the knights who were fighting there saw what happened through the barrier.

"Hmm..." Loki seemed to be impressed before he flapped his wings and took flight.

"Woman," he called, turning his head to Nat.

"Remember our deal..." without another word, he flew away.

Clint laughed, not really believing they just...killed a dragon. "Haha...I don't know if my son will be happy or sad when i tell him we killed a dragon...he's huge fan of them..." He was still chuckling. "Sam, can you bring me down?"

"Sure," The flyman grinned widely and flew down, together with the archer.

"Everyone alive? More or less anyway?" Barnes asked, before he saw Nat.

"Not. A. Word." she warned, the blood dripping off her.

"It looks good on you," he grinned, trying to keep the smile off.

"Really? Thanks!" she smirked and hugged him, rubbing off half the blood on him.

"Looks better on you," she nodded when she pulled back.

"Seriously, get a room!" Sam rolled his eyes as he and Barton landed.

"Wanda, you okay?" Wilson asked, looking at the witch.

"After some rest… maybe a bit of tea," she answered, nodding to Sharon who was helping her stand.

"We should get an award or something," Carter laughed, still not believing what happened.

"Yeah," James nodded, and put a foot on Stane, who was trying to crawl away.

Thor meanwhile let his arms fall down to his side and took a deep breath in. Silently he watched after the dragon.

"Thor!"

"Ah, friend Steve. I am glad to see you are up and alive." He turned around.

"Same goes to you. Thanks for your help."

Thor shook his head. "I see it is my duty. Besides, one should always help one's friends. How is Prince Antony doing?"

Steve gestured to the unconscious form on the ground and Thor sighed. "I warned him to not go. Seems like it was a bit too much for him."

"Yeah, probably..." Steve then turned around to Natasha. "The dragon said something about a deal?"

"…" Natasha was silent for a few seconds before turning to Thor.

"I don't know what your connection with Loki is…" she started.

"But he wants me to tell you 'Ragnarok' is coming."

Thor frowned deeply and stood up, after he made sure that Prince Antony really was just sleeping.

"Ragnarok...I see. Thank you. I will go now, I have some things to do. It was a pleasure assisting you in this fight." He indicated a bow with a simple nod, before teleporting to an (unknown) position.

"That was weird," Sam blinked after Thor disappeared.

"He is in great distress…" Wanda muttered, finally being able to stand in her own.

"Hey, guys - what should we do with Stane and Prince Unconscious here?" Clint asked, perching next to Antony.

"I think we should wake him up, but I got no idea for Stane" Steve shook his head slightly apologizing.

"I got some ideas" Clint stated, while smacking Antony a few times (lightly) in the face to wake the prince up "He threatened my family after all. But i guess it's not my place to make a decision."

"AGH!" Tony shot up, eyes wide open.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, looking around, more than confused.

"We saved your life and the Kingdome," Natasha shrugged.

"You're welcome by the way," Carter laughed.

"Aha…" Stark stared at them blankly, before growing a bit more serious.

"I see… yeah…" he held his head, a small groan escaping him.

"I owe you… all of you. We all do," he looked at the rebels.

"Get off me cretin!" Stane called, trying to push James away.

"Well, feel free to do what you want. It's mostly up to you and Steve," Barnes shrugged.

"D-Do you know who I am?" Stane yelled, the assassin looking bemused at him.

"Besides the guy who tried to kill the King and betrayed the Iron to the Red?" Wilson shrugged.

"One dead man walking," Romanoff grinned and crossed her arms.

"We could let him starve, Steve. What do you think?"

"Well, he is fat after all..."

The Captain and the Archer were already contemplating what to do with Stane.

"But it would take a long time."

"That's true too. Given that my farm still stand- oh wait. Hey. Fatty." Clint turned directly to Stane. "Does my farm still stand? And before you think about spitting out at me, remember that were deciding if you live or if not. And you aren't really on my good side."

Stane swallowed the saliva he just was about to spit out. "I did not give the order to burn it down or destroy it otherwise."

"Well, that's better than nothing. I guess you didn't stop your soldiers from taking everything they could?"

Stane kept silent - resulting in a nice punch on his nose. "Ahhh! How dare you-" After the glare he got from both Steve and Clint, he shut up. "Steve, what do you think about taking his private gold, getting my family everything these soldiers took, and giving the rest to you, the rebels, or those without a roof over their head?"

"I'd agree with that," Nat nodded. She could use a bit more gold.

"Nah," James shook his head and got a weird look.

"Use the money from fatty here for the Iron. We'll will take out what's left of the Red. After all, we still owe them for what happened to our friends," he grinned, stepping off Stane and forcing him up.

"That's… actually a good idea," Romanoff stared at him.

"Oh c'mon! Who do you think saved this guy's ass all the time?" the Winter Soldier pointed at Steve.

"As for that offer Prince," Carter smiled and leaned closer to him.

"We'd like some work. Like real work. Live normally here," Sharon said.

"We don't have a place anymore… don't have much of a choice where to live…" Sam sighed.

"…Of course," Stark blinked, a bit surprised by what they wanted and stood up.

"My Prince!" Rhodes called as he rushed to Stark, weapon drawn. Other knights quickly followed and surrounded the rebels.

"No one move!" Sitwell called, spear right at Natalia's neck.

"Everyone, STAND DOWN!" Tony called, demanding attention.

"But, my Lord-"

"I gave an order!"

"Listen to him!" Rhody called, standing back, the others hesitatingly following.

"Good. Do you have any idea who these people are?" Stark asked, motioning to the rebels.

"They're the Rebellion. They've been fighting against us."

"True, but today, they saved me and this Kingdome. They revealed massive plots against me and the Kingdome, such as my Uncle working with Schmidt. They prevented a catastrophe. For that reason, any and all charges against them are gone. They will, if they wish so, live here, in the Iron, as they wish," he turned to the rebels.

"What is your answer?" they shared a look, and smiled.

"We accept," they bowed their heads.

The horror of what happened was never truly forgotten. Many dared not to even leave their house at first. The people who were in hiding at the mountains returned home, only to find their 'home' in ruins. But that did nothing to stop them. And then Stark was crowned king.

"This is a new beginning!" Tony gave a speech.

"The old Iron, the one molded my Stane, was destroyed. From the ashes of this, shall rise a new one! One who shall be just, honest and caring, like my father wished. I promise you this, on my word and on my life as your new King! I simply hope you accept it."

The new King was met with great love. After news of what happened with Stane spread, many didn't know what to do. But now they knew. They would follow him.

But what of our other heroes? What happened to them? Well, you have to read it to believe it.

"Alright ladies, let us begin shall we?" Sam Wilson returned to the army. Taking a spot as a trainer, he also picked up his sword and wings when the call was made.

"Alright men, we're wasting time! Let's go!" Sharon Carter became the first woman commander in the army. And, there was something happening between her and the Captain of the Iron.

"My lord, there seems to be another visitor," Steve Rogers went back to his old place, serving the King of the Iron. He also took command of the army if need be.

"Then you add three pellets of orchid flower," Wanda Maximoff became the first Wizard or Witch to use her magic for healing arts, as well as teach the next generations.

"This is what? The fifth one this week." "Six, but that old lady didn't count." Natasha Romanoff and James Barnes took on the roles of personal protectors of the King, killing any assassin or preventing an attempt at the King's life. From time to time they would join the fights elsewhere, Barnes joining his best friend and Romanoff getting information.

Well, and for Clint Barton - he returned to his farm with his family and continued being a farmer.

Though he never locked his bow too far away, and when asked, joined the army and his friends without hesitation. Also, somehow, every weekend they got visited by said friends. It was a miracle. Or maybe just the smell of Laura's apple pie...

"Com'on Papa! Tell us another story!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"Another one...? But it's already late, children should sleep now."

"I'm not a child anymore, Papa" protested Cooper, pouting a bit. Clint sighed.

"Okay. But that's the last one."

The children cheered, and so the archer started a new story.