<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I'll be right behind you!" Tony called after Peter's retreating form.  Once he thought the kid was out earshot, he said, "JARVIS--"<br/>
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"I will monitor Mister Parker, Sir."<br/>
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"You're the best, J."<br/>
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Phil raised an eyebrow.  "You do realize you're invading his privacy by constantly having him under observation?"<br/>
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Tony waved a negligent hand.  "He can complain about me checking in on him when he stops having KAREN get JARVIS to report on my eating and sleeping habits.  It's a two-way street, Agent."  <br/>
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"Very well."  Phil rose and began to clear the table.  He paused at Peter's plate.  "Make sure he eats something more?"<br/>
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Natasha made a rude noise.  "If he is not hungry, he does not need to eat."  She rose to help Phil with the dishes.  "But -- Tony -- "<br/>
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Tony sighed and scrubbed a hand through his hair.  "I know.  With his caloric requirements, skipping meals is a bad idea.  I got it.  I'll feed him one of the supersoldier milkshakes later.  Once he gets started working, he won't notice it's the nutrition one and not the ice cream one.  DUM-E does it to me all the time."  He started to walk out, but paused by Bruce.  "If you decide you want to come play in the shop with us, Petey'd probably be okay with it.  You're... you're good company, jolly green."</span></span>