<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony slid a fond hand across Bruce's forearm, a kind of easy caress that could be easily dismissed as something between two friends but which meant so much more between them.  Such touches were the stock-in-trade of their relationship -- it had taken Tony time to adjust to how restrained Bruce was, but the gamma scientist mattered enough to him to learn.<br/>
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"Sir -- young Sir appears to be in some distress."<br/>
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"Got it, J," Tony answered, and headed for the shop.  Idly he pondered JARVIS's change of address for Peter.  He didn't, as a rule, refer to anyone but Tony as 'Sir.'  It was almost uniformly Rank Surname, occasionally Rank First Name, in the case of Prince Thor.  Even Rhodey, who'd known JARVIS nearly as long as there'd been a JARVIS to know, was referred to as 'Colonel Rhodes.'  The change in address for Peter then was an anomaly -- and Tony hated anomalies.  <br/>
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Stepping into the shop, Tony spotted the problem immediately.  He strode over to where Peter stood and settled his hand between the young man's shoulder blades.  "So, what's the plan here, gumdrop?  Trying to prevent a repeat of your performance issues?"  He leaned over Peter's shoulder to look at the webshooters.  "Bigger reservoir, maybe?  Use that big beautiful brain and walk me through it, kid."</span></span>