<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony brushed aside Peter's comment about Tony have grieved alone - just as he brushed aside most kind things said to him.  "Call me Tony, kid," he murmured.  "The Mister Stark thing is cute and by all means do it in public, but -- I kind of thing somebody who's snotted all over me is entitled to the first name treatment.  And don't you dare apologize again, I preemptively veto your apology."  <br/>
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He ran his fingers through Peter's hair, encouraging him to keep his head resting just above the arc reactor.  "Of course you're coming back to the Tower with me.  Did you think I was going to let somebody else snap up your beautiful brain?  If I let you loose on a foster family, they might discover how awesome you are and not give you back."  His arms tightened around Peter.  "I'm not letting my second-best science buddy slip away because of some paperwork, kid.  And the first-best science buddy is on board with the plan, too.  Big green promised to get the Tower ready for you which, knowing Brucie-bear, means making sure there are Spiderman sheets on your bed and Capri suns in the fridge." </span></span>