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best momma tony. superior momma tony.

she takes a hand to her collarbone, bowing her head mockingly in pretend benevolence. “ perks of being a billionaire. bill's on me. ”

is he dying?

she's pissed. might murder the first intern that spills her coffee. plays with a knife expectantly.

there's a small noise of protest and she bats his hand away with a huff, but still, she's smiling at him when she looks up. “ don't get too used to that, I wouldn't want to spoil you, old man. ”

pushes an empty mug at him she demands coffee.

this has always been me, margo. it's just that now you know about it.

only some. none that would be missed.

chop chop, then, with that coffee. she hasn't slept in 36 hours

she won't apologise for being so miserably lacking in partaking in her daughter's life, but... she could always make some time for the two to spend time together now. anthonya can't promise to be a wonderful mother, but at least a passing one.

momma's girl

might she ask who is getting stitches by now?

it's a lovely story, filled with stress and wiping blood from floors and outright annoying people. drinks down the coffee like a dying woman.

her eyes flicker to Loki, mildly annoyed and she huffs before glaring back at the doorway. “ well, if I get my way, I won't have to deal with them for much longer. ” no interns pass near her office though, they know better.

no one that matters, baby. you shouldn't worry about that.

she will make sure she gets some terrible stitches that are sure to leave a scars.

⠀⠀fuck steve rogers lives!

looks over his shoulder, no warning or indication of how she got this close without making a sound. “ is that a potion? ”

a dark sort of amusement clouds her eyes as her lips curl in attempts to hide her smile, clicking her tongue. “ doesn't look like a meal. ” anthonya says, shoulders rising in a careless shrug, waist resting against the counter. “ what? am I not welcome? ”