<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Phil and Natasha found Clint, Steve, and Bucky in time to hear Clint's explanation of what had happened with Peter.  Phil sighed.  "Someday, pretty bird -- someday I will teach you not to say the first thought out of your brain."<br/>
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"Don't hold your damned breath," Bucky muttered.  "Leastwise he's only reckless with words, unlike some <i>other</i> muscled blonds I can think of."  Bucky shot a glare that was half-amused, half-outraged at Steve.  It was a constant source of tension between the two supersoldiers, Steve's tendency to leap first and ask questions later.  <br/>
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"Tony will take care of him," Natasha said calmly.  She sank gracefully onto one of the chairs in the den.  "We should plan a movie night -- something that won't upset Peter, and will tell him we are thinking about him."<br/>
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Tony reeled Peter in closer by the grip on his neck, until he could also loop an arm around the kid's waist.  He remembered, back when Jarvis died -- remembered how badly he'd wanted to be held.  Back then, he hadn't had anybody to do it -- Peter did.   Tony was crap at it, but he was trying.  He settled Peter against his side, hopefully close without smothering.  He didn't really know what to say -- he could tell Peter was right on the edge of composure and he didn't want to make it worse.  What would Jarvis have done?<br/>
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Well, Jarvis had distracted him.  After his parents had died, Jarvis had done his best to make sure Tony was occupied with other things or... if he couldn't focus... that Tony was at least in his presence, even if they weren't doing anything.  Alright.  He could do that.  "Did I tell you about the mod I'm working on for the Mark IX?" Tony asked Peter, tipping his head to look into the teen's eyes.  "New retractable handholds for the next time one of the poor landcrawlers needs a lift.  Capsicle, probably.  Not as handy as having you web 'em to me, but faster when you're on the other end of the battlefield."</span></span>