<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony curled his arms around Peter, chuckling too.  "Oh yeah, he lost," Tony laughed.<br/>
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"Tickle fight, dearling," Natasha informed him, smiling.  It was that small, private smile that she reserved for Clint and Phil.  It was becoming easier to let the other Avengers see it, to let her new family into her heart.  "Tony started it."<br/>
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Bucky tossed one of the practice knives idly at her.  "You started it." <br/>
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Natasha plucked the knife out of the air between two fingers.  "I suppose Peter started it, really -- he's the one who called Tony old."</span></span>