<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Conversation flowed around Peter -- offering him a chance to participate, but trying not to make him feel obligated to do so.  Tony kept a hand on or near Peter at all times, and out of the corner of his eye he was surprised to find Natasha doing the same thing.  Maybe she'd picked it up from him?  He wasn't sure.  <br/>
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"After dinner," Phil said sometime into the meal, once the initial wave of hunger had been assuaged.  "We were thinking of a movie night -- that new Star Wars movie.  If there are any takers, of course."  He glanced at Peter.  "Clint thought perhaps it would be a good choice."  He reached across the table and brushed Clint's hand with his own -- a gentle reassurance that he'd made a good call, done something thoughtful.  For all his stoicism, Phil did love his partners very much... it was just difficult for him to express it.<br/>
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Tony looked at Peter, eyebrows raised.  "We can do that.  Or we can go down to the 'shop and work on the Mark IX.  Up to you, kid."<br/>
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"If you do go downstairs," Natasha cautioned, "you have to go to bed at a reasonable hour.  There's that bureaucratic visit tomorrow."</span></span>