<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony brought three mugs of coffee and one of the artisan juice blends Natasha favored back to the small cluster of chairs.  He handed cups to Catherine and Bruce, and gave Peter his juice with a quick ruffle to his hair.  "He's not just a good kid, he's brilliant," Tony said, sinking down into a chair on Peter's other side.  Almost as soon as he was situated, his hand moved back to Peter, this time resting on his shoulder.  "Not a lot of minds keep up with me in the lab, but Peter does.  With both of us, myself and Bruce."  His lips quirked.  "That would be Doctor Bruce Banner, internationally renowned nuclear physicist, among other degrees.  It's a brainy house.  Although science talk has been banned at the dinner table per joint Coulson-Rogers decree number thirty nine."<br/>
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He kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, absently tugging Peter closer to him.  "So what else can we tell you, Miss Anderson?"<br/>
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Catherine wasn't sure if Mister Stark was being cocky or confident -- and also wasn't sure if it mattered.  She sipped the (very good) coffee to buy herself a moment to think.  "Mister Parker has seen a lot of trauma in his short life."<br/>
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It was a statement rather than a question, but Tony nodded.  "Another way he fits in good here," Tony murmured.  "We've got a counselor here -- well, Sam's out of the building right now but he's due home day after tomorrow.  He won't be Pete's full-time therapist -- too close to family -- but Sam's worked with veterans with PTSD at the VA for years.  He's available for Peter any time too."  Tony's eyes met Peter's.  "I was really stubborn about talking to somebody for most of my life -- I've learned better.  I'm trying to make sure Peter doesn't have to learn that lesson the hard way."</span></span>