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



other blog:
ELIZABETH MARCH
theme by MARIE.


4 yrs as maria, 6 yrs on tumblr.
*birds at top of theme are links!*
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          giving a gentle smile, maria will excuse herself for a moment to fetch a bag and some ice, the pieces frozen water slipped into the bag and a rag wrapped around it to lessen the coldness. making her way back into the living room to sit in front of the young man once more, ice raised slowly and gently pressed against his face, she’ll sigh.   ❛ do not let my son tell you what to do, do you understand? even if you want to help, you must think about the future. do not be foolish. ❜   maria can’t help but allow her maternal instincts to shine through now.

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He sits there awkwardly, mask gathered in his hands, and he occasionally glances down at it and inspects it. It’s better than anything he ever could have made, and the tech built into it makes him want to pass out with excitement. He won’t fiddle with it though, for fear that he may mess it up and have to awkwardly ask Mr. Stark to fix it for him. He wasn’t sure if he could figure it out himself, the tech was so different from what he was used to. When she returned, he huffed a small laugh as she presses the ice to his face. “Sorry, you sounded a lot like my aunt for a second. And I’m…uh. I’m gonna work on that. I guess coming here without really knowing the full story wasn’t that smart of me. But…yeah, I’ll be sure to do that.”

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          she chuckles at the comment following her own, the italian unable to help herself when it comes to using her ‘mom voice.’ it comes naturally to her, for she doted on and kept a watchful eye always on her own son back in the day… some habits just never leave an individual.  ❛ i am sorry if you do not like that i sounded that way… but i am glad you will listen to me. i know i am not… i do not have any say in what you do, but i have a say in what happens in my son’s life; you do not need to become involved in the danger of it. ❜   she begins with a smile, ending with a slightly saddened expression as she shifts the ice against his skin, brows furrowing as a soft apology passes through her lips; she doesn’t want to hurt him.