Ah, so it was Tony after all. She couldn't say she was very surprised. The man seemed to have a way of doing just what they didn't want him to do. It seemed that the timetable would have to be moved up and things would have to be altered to fit the changes. Frustrating, but apparently nessecarrily.
She continued the soothing stroking of his hair. "I know darling, but that isn't your legacy, and you didn't just</small> stay in weapons. I've reviewed the data that they have here regarding Stark Industries future. I was going to offer you the magazines in a few days." She's not entirely sure how to allay his fears. She knows that the push towards peace is far from what Howard had been hoping for, and now she knows why that happened. What factors pushes him into keeping the weapons doors opened. Maria doesn't blame him. She never would and never could. She knows that no matter what the result Howard was most likely trying to protect her and Tony. She recalls the article regarding the deportation of Anton Venko, the Russian whom Howard had clearly stuck his neck out for and had his throat slit by.
" Give Anthony time. Once he's had a bit of it to settle down" and not be drunk off his ass, "Ithink the two of you might get along." Her lips curved into a soft smile. "He's actually a lot like you ... With my charming temper thrown in for good measure." And a few other things, but that was besides the point.