screwedupandglamorous:

 

{She does as asked, and quickly dials the number, all awhile keeping her gaze averted from him.}

            “Samantha? It’s Maria, ciao. May I speak with my husband—? Grazie… Howard, I need you to come home, right now… I’ve— I’ve hurt myself while chopping vegetables, I need you to drive me to the hospital. I don’t know where Jarvis is, per favore hurry—”

{Maria put the telephone down and turned to glance at him.}

{ There’s a quick mutter of something in Russian, something that was liable to an order, and James turns }

               "What a great lie, Ms. Stark. Your husband is rubbing off on you. Now, what next, what next. Ah, Get out the front door. I need to set a few things, and then we shall be off. Hm. “

  { A small smile curled underneath the mask }