<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Now that I've got him, I'm not letting him get away," Tony agreed with a half-laugh.  He rubbed his cheek against Bruce, soaking in the uncomplicated love from his partner for awhile longer before pulling away with a sigh.  "I should probably rescue the team from the exuberant teenager, though.  JARVIS?  Where's Peter?"<br/>
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"Young Sir is in the gym with Agent Romanoff and Sergeant Barnes."<br/>
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Tony sighed.  "Of course he is.  I'm going to go save him from the Russian spies," he told Bruce, kissing him briefly.  "Thanks for being so awesome about this."<br/>
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"Are you really sure you wanna learn this, Pete?" Bucky asked again, holding a rubber-bladed practice knife.  "This kinda fightin', it ain't pretty."<br/>
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Natasha rolled her eyes.  "It doesn't need to be pretty, Yasha.  It needs to be effective."  She examined her nails minutely.  "The best of us, of course, can do both."</span></span>