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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beingabadass:

Tony hadn’t even needed to call Rhodey to ask if he would spend the evening with Maria. As soon as he heard Tony was going out of town, he volunteered to keep her company. It was easy enough to get the night off, Cap and Natasha were a little more understanding than the military tended to be. He had stopped on the way to pick up a bouquet of pink roses, just like he use to bring her all those years ago whenever he came over for a visit. 

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When he got there it didn’t take him all that long to find her at the table, with a familiar smell of food wafting around the room. He almost felt like he was back in college, coming over for dinner whenever Tony would invite him. He smiled brightly as he walked on over to her, stopping a few feet from her. 

“Oh please tell me there is enough for me, I haven’t eaten since this morning and I’m starving.” He called out to her, before walking closer and offering up the flowers. “How are you doing Mrs. Stark?” 

          maria’s far too engrossed in her sketch to hear the colonel enter the home, though he’s hardly a threat so no ai will alert her to his presence. however, as soon as the voice is heard behind her, maria will jump in her seat, blushing deeply as she quickly recognizes the source and face lights up at the sight of him.   ❛ — james! ❜   seeing the man brings her back to a simpler time, one where death wasn’t lurking around nearly every corner. setting the pencil down and standing up, she gratefully takes the flowers from him in one hand and pulls him in for that tight motherly hug she always greets him with.

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          ❛ there is always enough for you. ❜   but maria can tell by his presence, what with it being unannounced previously to her, that tony won’t be home tonight, that something else has come up. not that she minds, for as maria pulls away from james, she’ll smile brightly still.   ❛  — you like  mostaccioli mosta, sì? that is what is for dinner tonight. ❜  speaking such a thing as she enters the kitchen, the italian is quickly locating a vase to put the flowers in. seeing him is an absolute delight.