<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony brushed his hand through Peter's hair.  "I know.  I know you can't sit back and do nothing, kid.  You wouldn't be you if you could.  Just."  Tony wanted to say Peter wasn't the only one scared to lose people -- wasn't the only one who felt cursed.  He kept it back, at least for now.  "Even if you can't wait for one of us to get to you, at least have KAREN get somebody on the comms.  Even if it's just JARVIS until he can get Agent or somebody on the line.  And before you can get twitchy -- that's not because I don't trust you."  His arms squeezed Peter tight again.  "I ask Steve to do the same thing, okay?  Just -- just -- "<br/>
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"You are helicoptering, Sir."<br/>
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"Needing to know if my kid is walking into a gunfight at the OK Corral is not helicopter parenting, JARVIS," Tony snapped.  "That's not even parenting, that's superheroing.  No solo heroics.  I get that shit goes down and you don't always get the luxury of time but you'd damned well better call it in -- and that's coming from your co-captain and not your d-- not your guardian."</span></span>