<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Hey, don't apologize Petey," Tony soothed, rocking him against his chest.  "It's okay.  I asked JARVIS to wake me up, I knew you wouldn't want to bother me."  He pressed another kiss to Peter's temple.  "You're not cursed, kid.  It's not your fault.  Bad things happen to good people.  If they didn't, we wouldn't have jobs."  He caught one of Peter's hands and pressed it against the arc reactor.  "Fate's already tried to kill me a coupla times, kid.  I'm not easy to take out.  If terrorists and demigods and fucking outer space can't kill me, don't think that you can, even indirectly.   Got it?  You're not getting rid of me."  He tilted Peter's head up until he could make eye contact.  "Hey.  Peter.  I'm Iron Man, remember?  And I protect what's mine.  In case me being in your bed in my pajamas wasn't a clue, you're mine now.  That means you're safe.  Okay?  That's a promise."  He tucked the boy's head back down against the arc reactor and resumed rocking him.  "I'm not letting anything happen to you, sweetheart.  Fate can kiss my ass, she can't hurt you again."</span></span>