<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony looked up at the nurse, a grateful smile on his face.  It faltered a little at the mention of child protective services.  "SOP, I get it.  Pepper -- Miss Potts is on the ball though, we'll make sure everything's taken care of."  He backed off of Peter a little to reach for the tea, handing Peter one of the cups and taking the second, picking up the folder as well.  "Thank you, Nurse Emma."  It was something few people ever gave Tony credit for -- but he did <i>notice</i> the people serving him.  The small kindness of bringing two cups of tea, of being frank and honest with Peter -- nurse Emma, as her nametag said, would have no way of knowing that tomorrow her nursing school student loans would be mysteriously paid off, or that the hospital was suddenly going to be gifted a new coffee-and-tea maker for the nurses' station -- nor would she ever find any indication that those had been done by Tony Stark. <br/>
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When they were alone again, Tony spread the folder open on one knee so he could look at it, while he slipped his hand around the back of Peter's neck.  It was a grounding touch -- not too intimate, and not invasive -- but it was a way to feel Peter's pulse beneath his fingers and for the boy to know he was safe.  Tony's thumb absently rubbed circles against him.  "Do you know what you want to do for May, kiddo?  Or do you want me to ask Pepper to handle it?  We'll deal with CPS in a minute, but I think she deserves first billing here."  He leaned closer, bumping his cup of tea against Peter's.  "It's okay if you aren't sure, I just want you to know that it matters to me, and I'll get people on it -- whatever it is -- as soon as you know what you want to do for her.  Okay?"  He should look up what they'd done for Peter's Uncle Ben -- he'd probably want something similar for May.</span></span>