<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Yeah, kid."  Tony had to swallow hard at the fresh wave of grief that rocked Peter.  Using the hand on the back of his neck, Tony pulled him close enough to kiss the middle of his forehead.  "Pepper can take care of it.  We'll make sure your Aunt May gets to your Uncle Ben."  It was a foregone conclusion, in his mind, that Tony would be involved in planning the funeral.  Whether he'd ever admit it aloud or not, Peter was, for all intents and purposes, his <i>son</i>.  That meant taking care of the shit his own father never dealt with, including the hard bits.<br/>
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"Let's get it over with, with CPS," Tony said, signing some of the paperwork in the file.  He kept his left hand on Peter even though his right was busy with the pen.  "Just remember that no matter what, you're not alone -- alright?  Even if they decide you have to go somewhere else for a day or two, you won't be alone.  You've got KAREN and through her you've got JARVIS and me, okay?"  He rubbed his thumb against Peter's neck.  "You think you can handle whatever junior bureaucrat they've sent?  I can guarantee he or she will be less intimidating than either Pepper Potts or Natalie Rushman."</span></span>