<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Since today, apparently," Tony shrugged.  "I have no idea.  I made him, but I don't always understand him."  Which described parenthood, he kind of figured -- but he wasn't ready to admit that out loud.<br/>
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Tony snuck a sip of the milkshake, humming approvingly.  It was one of the nutrition fortified blends he'd helped Bruce design for Steve and Bucky -- a good choice for an enhanced teenager who hadn't eaten enough at dinner.  He lowered hand to DUM-E for a low-five and a wink.  The bot was taking care of Peter too, and it warmed Tony's heart.<br/>
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For the most part, Tony just watched Peter work and offered input when requested.  He had projects of his own that he could be focusing on -- and so he didn't seem like he was smothering Peter, he had a hologram of the arc reactor open next to Peter's workstation -- but he couldn't bring himself to get lost in engineering right now.  For all his stubbornness, he knew that Peter was fragile right now.  He also knew the boy would resist that description like Thor resisted quiet -- so he kept that observation internal.<br/>
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"You know, if J calling you that bugs you, you can tell him," Tony continued after some time -- picking up the previous conversation as though nothing else had happened.  It was a dizzying habit of his, but one that his friends were accustomed to.  "I kind of like it, though.  Real Jarvis -- the man the eye-in-the-sky is named after -- he called me that.  Young sir."  Tony smiled a little.  "Sometimes young master.  It's kinda a kick in the pants to hear JARVIS use it now."</span></span>