<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony's complex and wondrous brain was not so complex when first waking.  His immediate thought was:  coffee.  This was the usual first thought.  His second was, what bed is this?  And that was enough to make him sit bolt upright.<br/>
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"Young Sir wishes me to inform you that he is in the kitchen, Sir," JARVIS intoned.<br/>
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Peter.  Right.  The events of the previous day came rushing back.  Tony scrubbed his face with both hands.  "Yeah.  Okay."  He tended to his own call of nature, though he didn't bother showering or changing before he sought out Peter -- delighted to also discover Bruce in the kitchen.  "Good morning baby spider, jolly green."  Tony dropped a kiss to Peter's forehead and a second to Bruce's cheek.  "Tell me there's coffee.  There's coffee, right?  Nobody would make me do mornings without coffee."<br/>
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"There is coffee in the carafe, Sir."<br/>
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Tony changed his trajectory to impact the counter, grabbing the first mug that came to hand -- a Spiderman coffee cup.  He filled it to the brim and drained half of it in one long swallow, refilling it before turning towards the table.  "Okay.  Commence with the talking."</span></span>