<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Shhhhhh," Tony soothed, cradling Peter against him.  He completely ignored everyone else in the hospital, even knowing how likely it was that someone would try to take their picture.  JARVIS would take care of that -- pictures of him and Peter together that hit the internet were invariably too blurry to identify the boy, thanks to JARVIS's ceaseless efforts to protect their favorite spider.  "You're hurt alright, kid, it just isn't your body."  He found himself rocking Peter against him.  "It's okay, let 'em out," he said, touching a tear with one hand.  "May deserves your tears, it's nothing to be ashamed of, bud."  He might maybe have had a few tears standing in his own eyes -- because while he and May hadn't agreed on much, they'd been resolutely agreed on the most important thing:  Peter.  <br/>
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His brain -- always moving at warp speed -- shifted to what he needed to do next: get Peter out of the hospital.  This was no place to grieve, and he needed to get Petey back to the Tower where he could be surrounded by people who cared about him and understood loss.  (So much loss.  Among the Avengers, they'd drown the world in tears if they thought too much about what they'd lost.)  He saw two options here:  What would Pepper do?... and what would Jarvis do?<br/>
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Not AI-JARVIS -- but real Jarvis, Edwin Jarvis.  The man who'd held Tony much as he was holding Peter now, when his parents died.  The answer to that involved tea and food, neither of which Tony could provide immediately -- but he could acquire it.  With Peter still tucked securely against him, he flagged down a nurse.  "Is there a cafeteria or something around?  I want to get him a cup of tea while I figure out who I need to talk to, to take care of things here and get him home."  He kept it charming and deferential -- the tone Jarvis would have used rather than his usual Tony Stark snark.  </span></span>