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Maria moved aside when she was yelled at, then rushed to get a security guard when the fight broke out. As a consequence, she missed the fight and returned only to find one man on the floor and one walking away.

“You, there,” she said to Steve, reaching out to grab his arm. “What is going on here?”

“You should call your husband, Mrs. Stark, that man just tried to kill you.” Steve tried to pull away but she had a good grasp. “Have security call the police, too. Please, I should go.” He didn’t need the police questioning him. 

“You’re not going anywhere. You’ll need to speak to the police when they get here.” She didn’t question that he knew who she was - most people did. “Why are you running away?” Unless he was the one who’d tried to attack her and the unconscious man on the floor had been her savior...

Steve was not a stalker, but sometimes, when he jumped to a new universe, he would find that place’s Tony or Howard or Bucky or whoever and watch them from afar. This time, he was watching Maria go shopping. She looked like a general during a military campaign; it made him smile.

Well, up until he noticed someone following her. Someone who didn’t really have the feel of security. Steve went cold and moved closer, watching them. When Maria moved to a quiet corner of the department store, the assassin– if the gun was anything to go by– struck. But then so did Steve. 

“Move!” he said to Maria harshly, and kicked the assassin in the face. The tussled until Steve managed to disarm him and break his arm. 

It was over before it even started. When he was sure Maria was safe and the assassin was unconscious, he tried to slip away

Maria moved aside when she was yelled at, then rushed to get a security guard when the fight broke out. As a consequence, she missed the fight and returned only to find one man on the floor and one walking away.

“You, there,” she said to Steve, reaching out to grab his arm. “What is going on here?”

“Right here?” Maria pretended to look scandalized, even as she offered him another bite. She liked to see and hear him enjoying himself, even if it was just over dessert.

Obadiah didn’t stop until his hand began to shake from exhaustion. He took a deep breath, flexing his arm, and looked at her back, wondering if he should use his left hand. “How do you feel, my dear?” 

Once they were alone again, Maria smiled at Howard and nodded. “Yes, dear, please do. It’s not right to expose yourself in public like that.”

Howard pulled himself together, then had a few sips of water. All he wanted to do was go home and let Maria do unspeakable things to him. But he knew she wasn’t done teasing him.  

Instead of giving Howard another command or asking him to do something risky, Maria cut into her dessert. She enjoyed a few bites before holding out her fork in an offer to Howard. “Would you like a taste?”

Maria smiled to herself when she saw Howard’s panties through his open trousers. She reached out to touch his knee but didn’t move her hand up any further. Letting go of him, she popped back up from under the table, fork in hand. “I found it.” Before she could say more, the waiter brought the dessert over, and she took a moment to have him exchange the dropped fork for a clean one, simply to make Howard squirm some more.

And Howard did squirm, his face flushing with embarrassment, heart pounding with fear; what if the waiter saw him? He was quiet until the waiter left, then he asked, softly, “May I zip up?”

Once they were alone again, Maria smiled at Howard and nodded. “Yes, dear, please do. It’s not right to expose yourself in public like that.”