<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"M'not his father," Tony protested weakly.  But... but maybe... "I'm whatever he needs me to be right now, I guess."  Tony sighed and pulled away from Bruce.  "In case I forget to say it later -- thanks for being awesome about this, jolly green."  Tony lifted his hand and stroked Bruce's stubbled cheek.  "I barely know what I'm doing as it is, I can't imagine trying to do it without you."<br/>
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Bucky looked Clint up and down, noting the vague pinch of distress in the archer's face.  "What the hell did you say to the kid, Barton?"  It was a leap for him to assume that Clint was upset about something to do with Peter -- but not a huge one.  "I swear, if you've made him cry again -- "  Bucky forced himself to stop, taking a deep breath.  <br/>
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Tony was still standing close to Bruce, though no longer cuddling him, when Peter returned to the kitchen.  "There's my favorite spider -- don't ever repeat that around Nat, by the way, she scares me and I don't want her to know she's not my favorite spider."  He reached out to pat Peter's wet hair and changed his mind, instead sliding the hand around to the back of Peter's neck and tugging him close.  "Where did you even find one of my Black Sabbath shirts.  JARVIS!  Has the laundry service been redistributing my clothes again?"<br/>
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"You lent Mister Parker the shirt last week, Sir."<br/>
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"Oh."  Tony frowned.  "Well, alright then.  Looks good on you, kid."  He smiled a little.  "Better on you than me -- don't argue with me, Brucie.  The glow from my arc reactor totally ruins the lines of that logo."</span></span>