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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warcompass:

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        quickly peggy wrapped her own arms around the woman’s frame, holding her as close as possible and trying to hold back the tears as much as possible. her hands gripped onto the back of maria’s clothing. finding it so hard to believe that maria stark, the wife of howard stark, her best friend. the mother of tony stark… had her arms around her. her eyes were red with the held back tears as she slowly pulled her head back to look down at her, the smile just simply growing across her face as the lump in her throat started to grow.        ❝ seems like… you weren’t the only one to go under an experiment to reverse aging, maria… ❞        peggy began to eye the female up, still finding it hard to believe that she was even here.

        ❝ …i had no… idea… ❞        she began to blink the tears from her eyes, her hands had moved onto maria’s shoulder, just to keep a hold of her. scared in-case all of this was just a figment of her imagination. her mind purely playing its tricks again.        ❝ …i cannot tell you how great it is to see you again, maria… i thought you were dead… ❞

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          the urgency behind the embrace is mutual, both women seemingly needing this moment of comfort from one another. after all, they’ve known each other for years, even if they’ve gone nearly twenty-five without seeing or speaking to one another. it matters little in the grand scheme of things. the friendship they once shared, the friendship they continue to share, outlives all.   ❛ sì… that is true. ❜   she’ll give a soft chuckle at the statement as they pull away from one another, the italian looking up at the other woman as she then wipes away the tears falling down her face before peggy’s hands are at her shoulders. and maria wants only to comfort her best friend, so when her death is brought up, the brunette can only move to hug the other again.   ❛ it is not true, miss carter… i am here, and i am not going anywhere. i promise. ❜   she’ll pull away a few seconds later, though, tugging on peggy’s hand as she leads her towards the kitchen.   ❛ you will be staying for evening, sì? ❜   she still wipes tears away with her free hand, only letting go of peggy’s once they’re to their destination.   ❛ i would like to make dinner for us. — unless you need to be somewhere… or is there another reason you’re here? ❜   maria will ask now, head tilting ever so slightly now that she faces her dear friend again.