<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony watched from the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorjam.  It was nice to see the boy relax.  Otto was a couple years older than Peter, but certainly closer to his age... and damned near as smart.  Even if he did hail from CalSci instead of MIT.<br/>
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Otto chattered cheerfully about the project he was working on with Doctor Fleinhart, dropping names regularly though not with any intention to impress Peter, more because he was excited and assumed that Mister Stark's personal assistant would be familiar with the names of all the senior scientists.  <br/>
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He explained everything he was working on, and presented several different possible compounds for Peter to experiment.  Otto did glance up once, to see if Mister Stark was glowering -- <br/>
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-- but Tony wasn't glowering.  The expression on his face was... fond.  (Not that Otto would <i>ever</i> use that word to describe Mister Stark.)  He liked seeing Peter exercising his brain, liked seeing science in action.  Liked knowing Peter was safe and happy, and if that made him sappy well... he could roll with that.</span></span>