<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You're my personal intern, kid -- you've got access most places," Tony told him, ruffling his hair.  "JARVIS would stop you if you weren't allowed.  But I'd rather introduce you around myself, at least the first time."  Now seemed like a bad time to inform Peter he'd been Tony's heir on paper for six months -- that might rock the kid's fragile composure.  <br/>
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The elevator arrived, and Tony led Peter into a warren of tiny glassed in labs.  Each had one or two scientists in lab coats, some of whom looked nearly as young as Peter.  Tony kept a hand on him -- his arm or shoulder -- at all times.  "Doctor Fleinhardt, you got a minute?"<br/>
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A rumpled older man turned towards Tony, a yellow whiteboard mraker in his hand.  "Mister Stark!  Certainly."  He capped the marker, but not before a waft of lemon scent reached their noses.  "Come in."  He gestured vaguely at his office -- an actual office, rather than a lab with a desk in it.  The glass walls were covered in mathematical notations in several different hands.  "And who have you brought down to Candyland?"<br/>
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"This is Peter Parker," Tony said, squeezing Peter's neck.  "He's mine."  Tony didn't specify exactly <i>how</i> Peter was his -- it didn't matter.<br/>
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Fleinhardt smiled and offered his hand to the young man.  "Professor -- well, Doctor Larry Fleinhardt.  I forget I'm not teaching anymore," he added in an aside to Tony.  "Welcome to Stark R&amp;D."</span></span>