<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Shhhh, kid."  Tony tugged him close again, still using the hand on the back of his neck.  "I told you, I'll take care of it.  Of you."  He saw a thirty-something woman in an ill-fitting suit peering in the small window in the door, and guessed it was the social worker.  With his free hand, he gestured for her to come in but didn't stop reassuring Peter.  "I don't know if May had any paperwork leaving you in my care or not, kid.  Sometimes that means a foster home overnight while the ink dries, but I promise it won't be for long.  If you don't come home with me today, you'll be coming home as soon as I can manage it, alright?  Bruce's sure to already have your room ready -- and you know the team's going to want to do a movie night as soon as you feel up to it."  He pressed another kiss to Peter's forehead.  "It'll be okay, Peter.  I promise."<br/>
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Without releasing Peter, he held out his right hand to the social worker.  "Hi.  Tony Stark."<br/>
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The woman shook his hand, a little starstruck.  That part didn't surprise him.  What did was the sympathetic look on her face.  "And this must be young Mister Parker.  I'm sorry for your loss."  She offered her hand to Peter as well.  "My name is Catherine Anderson, and I've been assigned as your caseworker."</span></span>