<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony was elbow deep in a repair of the Mark VII when JARVIS interrupted.  "Sir, Mister Parker is calling."<br/>
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"Sure, put him through J," Tony answered absently.  "DUM-E, gimmee that wrench -- hey, Petey, what's..." but his casual inquiry was immediately halted by Peter's words.  "JARVIS!  Find out which hospital the kid's at.  Yeah, Pete -- I'm on my way."  With a flick of his wrist, he activated the wristbands to bring the Mark VIII to him.  On the heads-up display, the location of Peter's call popped up.  "I'm like -- seven minutes away, which means five for me.  I'll be right there, kid.  You just hold on."  With another gesture he muted his own connection to Peter.  "JARVIS, I need Pepper -- and maybe Nat, that Legal Department cover of Natalie Rushman's wasn't all bullshit.  Get me approved to take charge of Peter, I don't want him to get put in the system."<br/>
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"Certainly, Sir."<br/>
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Tony was already in the air by the time he finished giving the order.  "Get me Brucie," he ordered sharply, and when the gamma scientist came on the line, he started speaking in rapid-fire, staccato phrases.  "I'm on my way to get Peter.  His Aunt May's dead -- I don't know how.  I think he's unhurt, but I've got no idea, really.  I've got Pep and Nat starting on the paperwork but -- look, big green, I'm going to ask you for a solid here.  I need to bring the kid home, and I got no idea how long it'll be for.  Maybe forever.  I'm hoping... I'm hoping that's okay."</span></span>