<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony's arm tightened around Peter's shoulders.  "Well.  We can do it Phil's way -- which is to file all sorts of appeals and he's got ten kinds of testimonials and crap to prove I'm a trustworthy caretaker and all that.  Or."  He leaned in and kissed Peter's temple.  "Or Miz Anderson finds herself out of a job tomorrow, and we see if the next social worker is more understanding.  And no, I'm not joking -- but that's the option of last resort.  If you wind up having to spend a day or two away from us, then you'll go with KAREN and JARVIS loaded into every electronic device I can shove into your hands, and probably with at least one spysassin on your trail -- but Pete.  Look at me."  Tony halted there in the hallway and used his free hand to catch Peter's chin.  "I promised to take care of you, and I'm damned well going to, alright?  And Iron Man doesn't break promises."  He hauled Peter in for a hug.  "It's going to be okay, kid.  Remember?  You're not alone."</span></span>