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“Maria?”
“Yea kiddo”
“I have an odd question.”
“Ok shoot”
“I don’t think we can question that reference anymore.” Anya snorted.
“Well, we are going to. Ask away, little widow”
“How do you know when you love someone? Like, you love my mama, but how did you know”
“Ah, shit, kid, um, well, I guess this is one of those things that your mom might be able to explain better, but I can try;” Maria stubbed the sentence but pushed forth, “it’s like a rock slide, kid; it starts small, you know, little pebbles falling off the side of a mountain. You start with loving the way they smile…” She paused for a minute, then shook herself, “or the way their nose crinkles when they're thinking too hard, then the rocks start falling, not big yet, but bigger it gets to the point where you're lying in bed at night, nightmares too vivid to be dreams, they're the person holding you down when you're trying to gut them,” she slowed down hear thinking hard like she just had some sort of relization the slowly she started again “then one day it hits all of the rocks just start coming and you know then your in love…” she stoped hear agian thinking with tears in her eyes like she had just been hit with something hard to late at night not really prepared for the hit but expecting it as she spoke she knew it was an inevitably, “mhm, and that’s when you know it but kid love grows it starts a pebbles then it becomes boulders.” she stoped for a minet after word thinking hard.
A few months later, the Battle of New York happened, shaking the world, and Maria Hill proposed to Natasha Romanoff, who said yes.