<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Otto was just as enthralled with Peter -- he also completely forgot Tony standing there.  Tony took the time to just... watch.  He knew there were a lot of hard times to come -- God knew he understood what it was like to grieve the loss of a parental figure -- and the memories of these happy little interludes would be what carried him (and Peter) through the worst of what was to come.<br/>
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When Peter returned to his side, Tony grinned and without really thinking about it, slung his arm around the young man's shoulders.  If Otto's eyes perhaps widened at the sight, he'd never mention <i>that</i> either.  "You can come back whenever you want, Petey."  He reached up and ruffled the kid's hair.  "If you pilfer polymers, though -- leave a note.  The last time I lifted something without leaving a note, my researchers spent the better part of two days tearing apart the lab, thinking they'd accidentally created something sentient."  Which was, in Stark Tower, not that unreasonable of a thought.  <br/>
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"You know..." Tony said, as though the idea was just occurring to him and not something he'd been rolling around in his mind for six months (or more.)  "We should really look into patenting your web fluid.  Bruce mentioned it would make phenomenal emergency bandages.  Can you imagine, medics out on the front lines being able to just web a wound shut, long enough to get a guy back to base?"  He smiled a little.  "Your science could be saving lives all over the world, kid." </span></span>