<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Don't--" Tony started, then held up left hand and covered his mouth with the right.  "Sorry.  Knee-jerk."<br/>
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Natasha hummed.  "Better for you to learn from Bucky -- he will know how to teach you in a way that you can fight a larger, stronger foe.  He taught me," she added with a small smile.  "He taught Steve.  Besides, it would be good for you -- and give your otets heart palpitations."<br/>
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Before Tony could question what she meant by that -- was that Russian?  He'd have JARVIS translate it later -- the AI spoke up.  "Sir, a Miz Catherine Anderson is requesting entrance to the private elevator.  Where should I send her?"<br/>
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Tony sucked in a breath.  "Family room please, J.  You'll make sure it's just Peter and I for now, yeah?  Brucie -- I don't know if you want to sit in or not."  Tony ran a hand through his hair.  "I didn't tell her your name, just that I've got a committed partner.  I wasn't sure..." Tony trailed off, looking momentarily lost.  He recovered almost immediately.  "Nat, would you let Phil know?  I'm sure he's got contingency plans for the contingency plans, if for some reason the social worker doesn't...." he shook his head.  "They won't be needed.  Anybody can see you belong here, Petey."  He slung his arm around Peter's shoulders and started to guide him towards the family room.</span></span>