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"You're squirrelling away good coffee in your locker and not sharing?" Maria knows that it would be a matter of filling out one form to get better coffee in SHIELD. But the truth is that between all of the missions, the near-earth-ending catastrophes, and whatever the local mad scientist might invent, no one in the building is guaranteed enough time to finish a cup of coffee. Having something better than what they have now is simply an exercise in futility. "You're lucky that we're not in the Army, that would get you written up." It wouldn't, but she always gets a bit of a kick out of throwing the idea of Army punishments at the civilian agents. They're never sure which ones are legit and which ones she's making up. "A croissant and a danish," Maria bargains, because she's missed lunch. Again. One of these days she'll spend the entire day in the office, and functioning at the same time as everyone else. And it will be the first sign of the apocalypse. "How's that thing at your apartment building going? The reno."

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“Fine, then you can ask me for help.” Maria raises an eyebrow at Clint. “As evidenced by about fifteen minutes ago, I’m always going to show up.” She reaches out and smooths down the hair she disturbed with her smack. Clint is… well, he’s something. She likes him. Letting him face down anyone without backup is not something she wants to consider. The fact that he does, because he refuses to call for help, that gets under her skin.

He always says it was just one guy. As if Maria can’t tell the difference between punches from one guy and punches from more. “My day was already fucked, I was just hoping the coffee would unfuck it a little bit.” She shrugs. Clint’s good enough at beating himself up that she’s not about to pile on. And it is the truth — her day was already headed for the basement. “You can make it up to me by getting me a pastry from the cafeteria.”

Maria snorts, shaking her head. “I can download the street surveillance and make a copy for the record. I’m pretty sure everything that was on there. And let’s face it. I don’t want to write this up.” It’s not as if it was embarrassing, but Maria also had no desire to have her ninja car chase immortalized in the database. “Let’s just call this a Wednesday adventure and call it a day.”

The elevator dings and she steps out, heading towards the cafeteria. “You want to pretend it’s an hour ago, you’re offering me coffee, and we just come down here instead of going out?”

     He really wants to tell her that she texted him first, but it hadn’t been in the context of helping, and he wouldn’t have made it out quite so neatly if it hadn’t been for sending her his location for an emergency extraction. Granted, these ninjas were mostly coming after him with bladed weapons, so he could have kept his distance while taking them down, but the combination of having limited arrows and being painfully outnumbered probably would have done him in. He really does need to get into the habit of asking for help more often.

     Clint does smile at Maria’s agreement in quietly sliding this under the mat rather than doing paperwork on it. After all, it’s not like this was part of a mission. He’d simply gotten caught in an … unfortunate altercation with some people and … oh, heck, but SHIELD had backed them up when they arrived at the building. Well, as long as Maria said it was okay not to fill out the forms, he’s not complaining.

     He falls in step with her, hands laced behind his head, and nods. “Sure. Coffee date with terrible coffee at the cafeteria cart where we don’t actually pay for it. Or we can get one of the croissants here and head back up to my locker where I actually keep a packet of decent coffee to break out for special occasions?”

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"Well, that will certainly come in handy," Maria concedes. Even with her longevity and her ability to, well, keep making money that way, feeding Heimdall for any length of time would probably put quite the dent in her savings. She adds the meat to the pot anyway, deciding that if they're cooking to her tastes she might as well. She'll convince him to have some later. Even if he doesn't need food, he shouldn't have to abstain. "The onions?" She appreciates the visual. She also appreciates the fact that no matter what, the fact that she is functionally immortal makes the idea of other realms... less concerning for her sanity. "Ah, so the idea of instantaneous transportation like in some of those science fiction novels." She pauses, concerned, and cranes her head to look up at him. "You seem, well, relatively friendly — but is there a chance that we might get some unfriendly visitors from one of the other realms? I'm not sure that we're very well equipped to deal with something like that." Someone else is more likely to pull a gun or a saber on any visitors than what Maria is doing for Heimdall, and she's been involved in enough skirmishes to realize that doesn't set humanity up for a very good first impression. And based on what she's seen of Heimdall so far, she's not sure that human weapons would have any effect on them anyway. "You said no one who knows about the Convergence knows how long they might last?" Maria clarifies. "Are there any signs that a Convergence is going to happen?"

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“They were already frayed, don’t apologize too much.” Maria shrugs. She’s started to let things age around her, because she doesn’t anymore, and they weren’t in the best shape to start with. “They might look better now that you’ve—” She waves her hand generally at Heimdall’s lap. She’s not really sure what he’s doing, but she can always head back to town and pick up some more fabric. She heads to the kitchen and puts her bags on the table, starting to unpack the food. It’s not as if any bad food can hurt her these days (there was one death that had resulted from food gone off, but that had happened at home and she’d reset before the morning had come, so no one had noticed) but the taste! God, she loves good, fresh food.

“We can always leave them short.” They look better than they did before, and that was… Well, maybe Maria needed to take another pass through her house and tidy some things up. “Thanks for warming the house up.” She continues, pulling a pot out and sorting out what she needs for the stew. “But if you want, you can work on that while I try and get some pants together that will actually fit you.”

She’s got enough sewing supplies that they could both work at the same time. “You’re not against meat, are you? Now’s the time to tell me before I add any to this pot.” Maria looks over at Heimdall. “I’m kind of assuming that you eat a… lot.” She continues. He might look smaller now, but he was quite tall when he landed in her field, and she assumes that he has a stomach to match. “And we can talk more about… everything.” She is interested in the whole idea of other realms and magic. Well, more than whatever is happening with herself, anyway. She only does one thing, and she can’t exactly control it. “More about this convergence of yours.”

     Heimdall is only slightly shame-faced at having overestimated himself. He had hoped that, given the thickness of the curtains, he could simply take some of the thread from each of them while leaving the overall structure intact and use those to make a simple cloak for one of the horses that looked a bit cold out in the pasture. It seems a bit foolish, in retrospect. He nods at her offer to keep working and takes the curtain down properly so he can finish his task and hang it back up again. Once the realms begin to fall out of alignment again, it will be easier to restore things properly, and at that time, he’ll make sure that the curtain looks as good as new and is better at retaining heat than when he started, given that he’s stealing material from it.

     He has no complaints about consuming anything she sees fit to throw into the stew and tells her so. “My need for sustenance is not overwhelming.” His eyes glimmer, amused. “In quantity or intensity. I am quite capable of going for long periods of time without food or rest.” And that solves the where-to-sleep issue as well, if Maria doesn’t mind him staying up while she’s asleep.

     “As for the Convergence…” Heimdall isn’t actually sure where to begin, largely because even the idea of different realms seems unfamiliar to Maria. There is time to chat while she cooks, though. His gaze falls to the vegetables still on the table and places a few onions between them. “Imagine that these are the realms I mentioned before. Like planets around the sun, they move through the cosmos and, on very rare occasions, they converge.” He demonstrates. “The corridors between these worlds, which had been facing every which way, are now aligned, and each sympathetically strengthens the connection to the next realm, allowing… doorways to open. Spaces to overlap. And so in one moment, I was standing on watch in Asgard and the next, such a doorway had opened beneath me and caused me to fall into your field.”

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"Your incredibly talented friend that likes to hide out from the industry she works in and is only here because her agent threatened her?" Maria clarified, laughing back at Leah. "I'm only as good as the people who sing my songs, which is why I keep giving you some of them." Leah was a skilled songwriter in her own right, but there were some songs that Maria created that she didn't trust anyone else with. "If you're going to make faces just make sure that someone's got a camera on you — I can turn you into a meme again."

Leah's eyes sparkled with playful mischief as she gleefully squished Maria's cheeks, puckering her lips for a quick peck. "Come on, you know I can't resist celebrating the success of my incredibly talented friend." Leah grinned, her excitement for Maria's achievement shining through. "And besides, how do you know that I'm not going to make faces?" Leah teased, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

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Steve can protest as much as he wants; no one gets inside the Avengers' inner circle without a background check. This is just the first time that she's had to bring it up, considering that it was part of a charity gig. (Last time Tony had gone up for a bachelor auction, one of their biochemists had won.) "Okay, okay, I'll curb my urge to snoop." Yeah, that's not going to happen, but at least the offer will chill Steve out for a bit. "If it was me, I'd say thank you for finding out that he's not a terrible person before you spend two or three hours with him. It's not like I told you anything that's going to make the date terrible. In fact, now you have a jumping off point." She gestures at Steve, considering his statement. "Photography is nice, but give me the Impressionists any day of the week."

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                             STEVE PUFFS UP. "Maria, I don't want you nor need you to run background checks on guys I want to date," he tells her seriously. "I need to make my own experiences. If they're awful, well, then I'll find out sooner rather than later. And if they're nice, they don't need you to snoop through their financial records or browser history. Every guy is entitled to watch his porn in private without being judged for it." Besides, Steve is Captain America — he can take care of himself should one of the dudes decide to, like, stab him or something. And stuff like poison won't work, anyway. Whatever, he visibly perks up when Maria mentions the university course his charity date took during his college days. "Oh, that's great, we can talk about the latest exhibit at the MoMA. Wolfgang Tillman's to look without fear was spectacular; I had goosebumps the entire time I've been there."

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If it were a normal day, Maria might make a joke about the fact that Barney is offering to distract people by talking to them. He is not the first person (or the third, or even the fifth) that she would consider in a situation where the distraction that needs to be happening is talking. It would, of course, be Janet. But it's not a normal day and the only person who would appreciate the joke anyway is Janet, so... she just grins back at Barney, gives him a sarcastic salute, and shoves the door open. There's an art to getting the door open far enough that she can roll out without it hitting her and the driver can still close it behind her and Maria might be a little frustrated that she's actually good at it. It means she's spent too much time diving out of cars. Though it does beat breaking her arm. She guesses. Even with a cushioned impact, Maria feels out of breath for a moment. Deceleration is a bitch. She angles away from the car, using it and the edge of the road for cover as she comes at the gate from behind. The thing about gates is that the number of people needed to keep it safe from people like her is a number that would make it incredibly obvious something fishy is going on. So Maria's not worried about their ability to get in the door; just about whether or not they can do it before an alarm gets sounded. Maria isn't a worrier, but considering everything that might go wrong is one of the ways she stays ahead of trouble. Ideally they'd have a third who could go straight for the communications, but she's worked with less. She sees Barney lean out the window and ask for directions, and that's when she strikes. Maria grabs the guard facing away from her by the throat and uses the momentum to swing herself up, kicking the other guard in the chest with both feet. It's routine (and that says something about her, she's sure) to continue choking the first guard out until he stops breathing, and the kick has knocked the walkie out of the other guard's hand and winded him, giving Maria a chance to jam her heel against his throat at the same time. "So," she asks, casually, stepping down just a little bit harder. "How many of you are inside today?"

[x] Barney sighs. Even if he’s gotten damn good at subterfuge with the scumbags that he works with ( or for, or against ), Maria is pretty well near an expert at reading people, so it’s no surprise that he’s an open book to her. Especially at the moment, the worry has his barriers down a little further than usual. While he normally manifests that as frustration, right now he can’t be bothered that she notices that he doesn’t want her to be in unnecessary danger. He doesn’t always have much of a conscience to speak of but, if things go wrong here, it might weigh on him more than a little bit.

“Save the gym date for next week.” There’s a hint of his usual bravado in it, which is a good sign that he’s mostly pulled himself together as they approach danger. “And yeah, looks like five. I’ll keep ‘em talking and give you a head start.”

Maria gets a wry smile aimed at her and then the op is underway. Barney slows the car to what would be considered a nonchalant speed, easing into the turn so that Maria can roll out unharmed before pulling the door closed behind her. As far as he can tell, the vehicle hasn’t even been spotted yet but he needs it to be in order to distract them, so he keeps up his lazy pace.

“I’m here on invitation.” He smiles sharply at the guards when he finally arrives. “Heard there’s some of my blood in there and I get first pickings. Gonna open the gate for me?” There’s some chatter as they look from his ID to each other, then call in to someone with more authority to confirm things, and then nod. “Good lads,” he says, rolling through the gate, and then cranes his head out the window. “Which way once I get in?” They’re all turned away from where he came now, which should give Maria the opening she needs to take them out. Once she starts, he’ll join in.

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@multitudeswithin “first time i’ve been accused of thinking wrong and the other person’s actually been right about it.” that seems like a good way to leave that particular discussion — and it’s as close as maria is willing to get to conceding that she gets in her own way. a lot. “well, it’s not as impressive as catching a jet in your bare hands, but i hit the gym for a reason.” hey, if carol wants to stare at her arms, maria can probably track down a tank top or two. and actually wear them in public. “your odds do increase if there’s food. as long as it’s good.” not that it’s that easy to convince maria to spill her secrets, but sharing food with other people is a great way to get to know them. that kind of relationship can lead to sharing secrets. “so — what are your plans tomorrow?” 

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“i’m thinking you would want an easier schedule since yours is just absolutely fucked.” maria’s got to stop arguing that there are easier people to go out with when there’s a hot woman who want to date her. she grins faintly, shrugging back at carol. all the rationalization in the world doesn’t penetrate an avenger’s sense of what was right, after all. she should have figured that it would be the same for their dating lives. “there was some smoke coming off the rocket launcher, yeah.” this she can do, the casual flirting — lots of practice with tony. he never meant it, and neither did she, but when his first instinct was to flirt, well. why not flirt back. “i’m sure you’ll have fun trying to get them out of me,” she agrees, laughing faintly. “not sure about your success rate but i’m looking forward to seeing what your plan to find out my secrets is. i hope it’s fun. or involves food.”

    ❝ well, you’ve been thinking wrong. ❞ carol states easily, glancing toward her. she wants to make sure that maria understands that. carol wants her. has for ages. their schedules not lining up perfectly isn’t going to change that in the slightest.  ❝ oof. ❞ carol teases, grin widening a moment as she drags her eyes over maria deliberately.  ❝ mm, i bet those biceps were bulging holding onto that launcher, huh? ❞ she’s teasing to keep that flirting up, but honestly? the thought of maria holding a smoking rocket launcher, all sweaty and muscles all tense is just… well. carol’s probably going to think about it a lot, now.  ❝ oh, i absolutely will. i’ll have lots of fun with it. ❞ she very nearly says she’s certain she could get maria to admit a few things if she could get her face between her legs– but she resists. she doesn’t want to come on too strong, even if she is a little excited that she might get to date this woman if she plays her cards right.  ❝ oh it’ll be fun. and it’ll definitely involve food. at least some of it. ❞

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Maria could read the skepticism on Steve’s face and found that it made her like him more. She could appreciate someone wondering and considering that there might be something weird going on, even when everything looked good on the surface. It’s why she’s still looking into Hawkins. Just because she couldn’t find anything yet didn’t mean there wasn’t anything to find at all. It wouldn’t cost her anything to keep running searches for a few more days. The worst thing that happened was that Maria made a few techs run searches that didn’t result anything — best case scenario was that something did come up. Maria knew that finding something would mean she’d have to deal with the fact that there were people and things trapped in a dimension that Steve described as hell, and that — well, it wasn’t as much of a stretch as she wished it was. Just one time, Maria wished the things that they came across in SHIELD were actually good things. Right now there was enough wiggle room that she could pretend it was some sort of Asgardian bullshit and that all they’d need to deal with it was Thor or Sif to come to New York for a few days, but — deep down she knew. No Asgardian would have gone to a tiny town in Indiana to cause mayhem. They’d have gone to one of the large hubs. Everything that Steve and the others had told her pointed to the fact that Hawkins and the strange things going on there were only because of humans, and that made Maria wince. Only humans made it sound like it wasn’t that bad, but she’d come up against murderous insects with a better code of honour than humans. “The world is weird, and wonderful, and horrible. Acid rain was a thing during the eighties and it practically disappeared overnight once environmental legislation came into effect,” she said in response to his grumbling. “I’m still researching some of the names you gave me. It’s possible more information will come up, but I can’t tell you how likely it might be.” Ah, the eighties, when things were still written down and liable to ‘disappear’ in a fire. Even the original digital backups were only magnetic tape and plastic — as if they couldn’t be disappeared at the same time. She wasn’t sure why she felt so responsible for a group of kids that had just gotten dumped on her lap, but there it was. Maria couldn’t just… abandon them. Let them wonder if they were going to get sucked into their Upside Down again. "Yeah, I thought you might say something like that." SHIELD probably should have started a therapy group for the time-displaced once they'd found Captain Rogers, though in their defence they'd never considered that it would happen more than once. Maria shuddered at the idea that time was that fluid and malleable. She preferred her time travel to stay inside the science fiction television shows. "You want me to track down anything else for you? Favourite tv show, music, movies?"

“I know that’s what happened, I’m just saying that power outages were all that happened afterwards. No bodies being found, no one going missing, no National Guard redirection or suspicious bank transfers from a branch of the government to anyone in Hawkins. It could have been a blip, or a mini-time loop, or one of your friends trying to reach out to their family the way that your friend Will did before everyone got snatched.” She shrugged. Taxes were always the way to find out where someone was or what they were doing — the reason for the paycheque might be fudged, but it would still be issued. Catching Capone on taxes had made a lot of organizations change the way they paid their people off the books.

No one liked going through accounts more than Congress and the IRS.

“Okay.” Maria eyed Steve thoughtfully but didn’t say anything else. She could assume the thought process behind his refusal — what if the people he knew were dead? What if they weren’t? Forty years was a long time to be gone. It was a lifetime, and everyone would have to deal with that. Maria could understand why Steve didn’t want to deal with it just yet, if ever. For some of them, if they were still alive, it might be kinder to let them think that Steve had, in fact, died when he disappeared in the eighties.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, road trips are kind of my jam.” Trying to get a SHIELD jet for that without explaining why she needed it wasn’t worth the effort, honestly, and commercial flights were — well, terrible. “Indiana Pacers still haven’t won an NBA Championship, but hope springs eternal. Trust me, I’m a Cubs fan.”

ㅤHis jaw may have snapped shut, but it was a lot harder to close off his entire expression as she explained all of the things that hadn't happened along with the power outages, and given the possible causes for it. He squinted a little, distrustful but watching her closely like he expected a lie to suddenly appear, bold as day, or like something she said would just make everything make sense in on neat little moment. Obviously neither of those things were going to happen, or did, because that wasn't how the world worked and just because Steve had some trust issues with agencies didn't mean it was all just going to fall into his lap like that.

ㅤMaybe there wasn't actually anything funky going on there, anyway. Maybe SHIELD wasn't lying and neither was Maria. It was possible, and given how they'd been set up with the apartment building and identities and all, SHIELD was looking okay. SHIELD, and Maria Hill once she'd arrived on scene, had 'saved his life' from his first death back in the real world (which had really only been a short reprieve before the first of the monsters came), and though that initial few weeks had been terrifying and confusing in its own ways, the agency had been absolutely invaluable in giving them lives back. He just wished he could stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

ㅤThe problem with no new strangeness in Hawkins was that he and his friends were the only remaining link to the scary shit, and Steve still had a very strong link to the whole thing. Robin had flat out asked him if they were trying to talk him into being some kind of guinea pig or do anything weird, and he'd obviously said no, but once the thought was in his head, it was hard to get rid of it.

ㅤ"Okay, if you say that's all that happened, I guess. I just don't get why it'd be a constant thing for a few years and then just stop," he told her, clearly annoyed, but he knew as well as everyone else that he wasn't the scientist or the genius in the group. He missed the kids, which made him close his eyes and rub at his face, thoughts of them in their, what, 50s? "Yeah, I don't think I could really deal with seeing kids I drove to their first school dance in their 50s. That's older than my parents were."

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"...Yes." Maria had given up on trying to lie to Natasha (about obvious things, anyway) because there was no point when the other woman could clearly see with her own eyes that Maria was, in fact, bleeding. The slash on her arm stung, but it wasn't anything more than she was used to dealing with. "Don't w—" she hissed out a breath and yanked her arm away from Natasha, frowning at the redhead. "Worry, I can deal with it later." Right now she had a mission to run, and Natasha was supposed to be out on the street and fighting said bad guys. "It's not that deep. And the person that did it isn’t going to be able to grip a knife again for a few months.” They were in the middle of Manhattan so Maria didn't bother doing anything as crass as ripping her shirt sleeve off to cover it up, but she did relent and wave over one of the medics. "Do us both a favour and get this checked out before Agent Romanov decides to let us know how she got her code name,” Maria said firmly. She wanted to reassure Natasha — it was rare that the other woman let herself visibly express worry in the field — but they both had work they needed to be doing. “I need you out supporting the others. You can make sure I'm not dead afterwards.” She offered Natasha a wry, slightly distracted smile to take the sting out of. Turning her back on the agent was a risky move, but Maria was already plotting out their next move. "Who can tell me how close we're getting to the High Line?"

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just a reminder that you are an absolutely amazing pumpkin and you are always a blessing on my dash. icb we've been mutuals for so many years and i'm glad you are still here just!!!!!!!!! ;u;

LUCY. As you can see it took me a while to reply to this because I very much liked having it in my inbox but I'm so glad that we get to know each other and talk and do weird fun things together!! what a star you are <3

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One of these days Maria would remember that she actually enjoyed saying no to social events. She still wasn't sure why she'd agreed to come to the Stark and Rogers New Year's party for friends and family or why she'd even been one of the people to receive an invitation in the first place. It might have been Natasha and Clint's influence, though how much influence they actually had over Tony was up for debate. She supposed she agreed because — she kind of missed the Tony that had trusted her. Nothing had really been the same since he wiped a year of his memories out. And yes, he could lie to everyone and pretend that he hadn't, but Maria knew. She couldn't blame him; it would be slightly hypocritical considering she'd done it to herself, but that was one mission, not a whole year. There was no shared history, no common ground; and while she had entertained herself by taking credit for the daycare when Tony asked when SHIELD had built one, it was — not the same. Part of that was her fault. She hadn't tried to sit Tony down and explain that they'd actually been friends by the end of it. Her rationale was that that Tony was gone, and just expecting him to go back to treating her the same as before was gross on a few different levels. And while Tony couldn’t be expected to remember what he’d forgotten, she didn’t feel bad about dropping a little blame at his feet. He’d have read somewhere that they worked together, and it wasn’t as if he’d tried to do any catching up on his own. (What Maria really wished was that Steve would stop flipflopping between trusting her and considering her one step down from a supervillain.) Maria shook the maudlin thoughts off and focused back on her conversation with Pepper, realizing that both their glasses were empty. "I'll get us some refills," she offered, turning on her heel. It might be a dry party, but she was skilled at making Shirley Temples. "Great party, Tony," Maria offered, passing by him on the way to the bar. There was a stifled laugh behind them and they both turned, watching Thor and Scott point over their heads. “Don’t tell me, you left someone unattended and they redecorated.” She said faintly, sighing at the mistletoe. They could just keep walking. It wasn’t as if anyone actually expected Maria to lay a kiss on anyone, she could tell by the looks on everyone’s faces. Normally they’d have more luck getting Clint to miss a shot than for her to relax that much, so maybe that was why she did it. Or maybe it was all the Christmas episodes on television this week. “Hold these for me.” The empty glasses she was carrying were passed off to Scott and Maria took a deliberate step forward, enjoying the various expressions of panic around the room. “Happy New Year, Tony,” she said, right before hooking her ankle around his and knocking him off balance just enough that she could dip him. If she was going to give them a show, she might as well give them a show. Kissing Tony hasn’t changed much since the last time she did it; and to be fair, wasn’t like they were making out this time. It was a simple press of lips — firm, but not demanding, and the kiss lasted long enough for it to be deliberate, but not so long as to be uncomfortable for either one of them. She let Tony go, smoothing his lapels down with a smirk. “Good thing it’s not midnight yet or someone would be jealous.” Maria stepped back, retrieving the glasses, and looked around the room. “Thanks for the entertainment, fellas. The next one to get caught under the mistletoe with me gets frenched,” she said, letting her smirk widen as her tone made it clear that it was a threat.

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@thebabysittertm asked: 🌿

Maria had a lot of questions about why her aunt and uncle had chosen this particular time to ask Maria to babysit. For one, Steve was already eighteen and therefore old to be considered an adult by anyone not his parents — and second, it wasn't like they'd asked her to babysit any of the other times that they'd decided to take off on short notice and leave Steve on his own. (She could tell this was her father's side of the family.) From all the times the kids have talked to each other, she knew that leaving him on his own had been a thing for Steve since he was thirteen. There must be someone coming to the party that they want to impress. And, well, Maria's still in her early twenties and not exactly in the position to turn down any money that might be coming her way. The fact that she and Steve will actually be having a great time on their own and none of the adults realize it is just icing on the cake. Maria might look stern and (as many of her friends at college decided) have resting bitch face, but she was the one that taught the younger cousins how to make trouble. Maria had even managed to not burn a turkey when she offered to let Steve's friends come over for Christmas dinner. They’d had food, they’d done presents, and they’d even managed to have one of those lazy days after Christmas where no one got out of their pyjamas and all they ate was the snacks from their stockings. She was glad that she’d managed to do that for Steve, because her aunt and uncle have blown back into town for their epic Christmas party. The party is a snore. There's nothing like being one of only five people under the age of forty at a party and still be expected to follow the conversations about the stock market. She wondered if this was better or worse than her father pretending she didn’t exist at all. Right now she’d kind of appreciate the fact that she wasn’t wanted at one of her dad’s dinner parties, if this was the alternative. She smiled winsomely at the man in front of her, making her excuses and ducking away when Steve waved her down from the kitchen. The one good thing about the party was that it was catered, and the food was awesome. Maria would marry the person who came up with the cheese puffs if they promised to make them for her once a week. Steve’s expression turned horrified as she passed through the doorframe and the waitstaff started oohing and aahing. “Should have moved,” he muttered to himself, pointing up. Maria glanced up and rolled her eyes at the mistletoe there, glancing over her shoulder at her aunt and uncle. Of course they’d decorate in a way to make everyone's life more difficult. She leaned in and kissed Steve's cheek, ruffling his hair as she leaned back. "If you want a better one, you should have invited your friends over," she joked, heading for the counter. "What sort of snacks have you been hiding in here?"

#thebabysittertm #v: the eighties are a blast! #[verse name subject to change lmao] #queue a message

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[[ reminder to you and to me because i haven't updated my rules/verses pages in forever: not secret invasion compliant!! (fuck all y'all tv writers, what the fuck) unless you want to meet robin scherbatsky and her body double maria, who was soren taking a human form during the nineties when she was a teenage popstar and — yeah. it'll be crack-y but probably fun (and also soren/maria will probably be around because you're telling me a shapeshifter couldn't change where their organs were???) ]]

#[ooc] #[love the mcu for introducing me to maria and getting me to read all her comics (minus the one cap run we all ignored)] #[hate that they continually don't use her!] #[what do you mean i'm starting this year off with a rant (and kiss threads after dinner they're in the queue)]

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[[my sister put cap 1 and 2 on today and can I just say that I!!! am extra mad at the way cap 3 went now. cap 1 you have peggy on the radio listening to steve go down on a plane (calling him steve), cap 2 you have maria calling him steve and watching him go down in a plane after it blows up, and then in age of ultron you have steve giving maria his jacket at a party and sitting next to her and

then in cap 3 you ignore alllllll of that and start over.]]

#[the continuity in these movies blows sometimes] #[i adore sharon/steve in the comics but there is zero build up in the movies!!] #[stevemaria trash forever]

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[[inviting chaos into my life — im writing year old under the mistletoe kisses and if anyone else wants one send 🌿 and I’ll add you too it! the chaos comes from the fact that our characters don’t need to be in a current relationship (but it would be nice if we have written together before! 😅) anyway the goal is to have them done by new years ]]

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enjoy your day!

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enjoy your day!

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