<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony brushed Peter's hair back from his face.  "You'd have managed, kid.  It's what we do."  He tapped his arc reactor so that Peter would know he spoke now of their joint superherodom.  "It would have sucked worse than it already does, and you'd maybe have thought about drugs or alcohol -- another dangerous legacy of our profession -- but you'd have gotten through it."  Tony rose and tugged Peter to his feet.  "But you don't have to do it alone.  That's the best part of this wacky super boy band thing that Fury set up -- and that we keep going.  Nobody fights alone... the big shit, or the little shit.  And no, I'm not counting this as little."  He ruffled Peter's hair.  "C'mon.  Let's get back to the Tower."<br/>
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At said Tower, Phil and Bruce had jointly taken charge of the Avengers in residence to attempt to make the transition as easy as possible.  Rhodey and Sam were on assignment -- unfortunately, that cut out two of the more sensible members.  Thor was currently off-world.  Steve and Bucky would be respectful of Peter's loss, too mindful of their own grief to tread on another's.  Tony was pretty certain that Natasha and Pepper wouldn't set the boy off either but Clint...<br/>
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Clint accidentally pissed people off on the best of days.  Much as he loved the archer like a brother, he was damned good at putting his foot in his mouth.  Granted, that tended to be made worse by Tony's tendency to snipe at him, but... well, he could restrain himself if it meant keeping Clint from upsetting Peter.</span></span>