M A R I A   S T A R K
mother & wife
canon divergent
indie marvel rp
multi-verse/ship

semi-private & selective brought to life by
manon

established 2013
rebooted 9/2014, 8/30/15 & 4/1/16



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ELIZABETH MARCH
theme by MARIE.


4 yrs as maria, 6 yrs on tumblr.
*birds at top of theme are links!*
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assistantdirectorhill:

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“Hey, Maria, I have a secret hidden away, but I’ve encrypted her location so thoroughly it’ll take you a year to decrypt it without going to Stark, and you won’t want to do that until you know for sure if she’s alive and safe, because, surprise, it’s Stark’s mother.” Maria muttered to herself, steering the car through the wooded drive and up to the tiny house there. Thanks a lot, Fury. As if she hadn’t had enough to deal with after the fall of SHIELD and killer robots.

And it had taken her so long to decrypt everything that she’d caught wind of someone else digging up Maria Stark. She figured that she had about a day’s lead over everyone else — maximum. She really hoped that Stark had some clue about who she was, trusted Maria to keep her safe, or she’d be trying to pull off a rescue with a unconscious person.

Maria strode up to the front door, knocking firmly. “Maria? Are you in there?”

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          the day is like any other, truthfully, or so maria thinks. she’s ironing a few dresses when the unexpected visitor knocks on the door and then enters, the action surprising ( and irritating ) the italian as she puts the iron down and walks towards the front of the safe home.   ❛  where else would i be? ❜   she’s ready to give the agent walking in the door a firm talking to, but the second maria hill comes into view, she’ll stop in her tracks and stare worriedly. though the two have never met, the few times director fury had visited maria stark, he’d told her of his right hand woman, had shown maria photos and given a name. seeing the woman in her home now, though, isn’t comforting. after all, fury had made a point in telling her that maria hill didn’t have the italian’s location.   ❛ — why are you here? ❜