Maria Stark
As the wife of a famous inventor, engineer and businessman, Howard Stark and mother to one equally famous son, Tony Stark, nothing seems to faze her anymore. Watching her son making out with Loki Borson, the youngest son of her husband’s biggest rival really wasn’t a big deal.
Not for her.
But that did not mean she approved of the relationship. Oh no, far from it. It wasn’t only his relation with her husband’s biggest and long-time rival, nor was it just the stupidly cliché Romeo and Juliet thing the young couple seemed to go for. Romeo and Juliet was so 16th century for crying out loud! However, the one reason why she hated the young Borson was because the raven-haired beauty stole her cocky, endearingly flirtious and precious son away.
Her baby boy whom she raised single-handedly due to an absent father; her baby boy who grew up in his father’s shadow but managed to triumph in an early age; her baby boy who was now making out with the young Borson on the dance floor.
Maria Stark was a woman with a force not to be trifled with. So when she moved to the dance floor and stalked towards the young couple, no one expects her to pull and twist the billionaire’s ear.
“M-Mom!” Tony shrieked as he stumbled towards his mother.
“It’s 5 minutes past your curfew, young man.” Without a falter, Maria Stark pulled Tony towards his bedroom, unfazed by the jaw-dropped expressions and some sniggers of her guest.
“But mooooom~” Tony whined and blushed in embarrassment. This was not supposed to happen in front of the love of his life.
It only took her 5 minutes to drag her son back to his bedroom and tuck him in.
It also took Tony Stark only 5 minutes to go back to HIS party and drag HIS Loki back into HIS bedroom.