<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Of course, kid," Tony agreed immediately.  He shifted slightly to pull a blanket around them.  "J, make sure Bruce knows I'm staying."<br/>
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"Certainly, Sir."<br/>
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Tony smiled into Peter's hair.  "You're the best, J."  He tugged the boy into a more comfortable position on the bed, glad he'd gotten a queen mattress in here.  "You could try Tones, like Rhodey calls me.  I wouldn't mind being Tones to you," he said, not willing to admit just how much he liked that idea.  Nobody but Rhodey called him that, but it felt right to suggest it to Peter.  <br/>
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He half missed the significance of Peter's tale.  "You were at the Expo."  It wasn't a question.  Tony's arms tightened around Peter -- and in an unenhanced human, it would probably have been hard enough to hurt.  "Jesus, I almost lost you before I had you," he muttered to Peter -- more to himself.</span></span>