<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony sighed and pressed Peter's head into his chest, just above the arc reactor.  Tomorrow he'd have a chat with Ned about what constituted an emergency.  "Do you think Ned would sit with Agent some?" Tony suggested.  That was a suitable compromise in his mind -- if Peter insisted on using Ned as his back-up, Ned should be trained.  "If he's going to be your guy in the chair, he should learn from ours.  Agent and JARVIS are the best handlers in the business."  He waited for an impertinent interjection from his AI.  "What, no complaints from the peanut gallery that you're not a handler?"<br/>
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"Sir, I have been 'handling' you since my inception -- and I have done so without the backing of a federal agency to assist."<br/>
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"There's the sass, I knew it was hiding."  Tony grinned into Peter's hair. </span></span>