<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Thanks, Hap," Tony murmured as Happy got in the car.  He pulled Peter to him in the backseat, slinging his arm around the boy's shoulders.  "You aren't abandoning her, kid.  She won't even be here much longer -- Pepper's on it, remember?  She's going to be taken to a -- a funeral home.  Where they'll get her ready to -- be with your Uncle Ben."  God, it was awkward to talk about.  Tony was trying to make it sound normal even though it was bizarre to him.  He personally would prefer an immediate cremation followed by... yeah, it would be best if he didn't think of his own death right now.  "Besides, she'd kick your ass for hovering at the hospital when you could go home."  He petted Peter's hair in much the same way May did.  <br/>
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They'd need to talk about details -- about closing up the apartment, settling May's estate -- but that could wait.  Phil and Pepper were on it for now, Peter could just... rest tonight.  Tony had every intention of keeping him home from school for a couple of days, though he expected to have to fight Peter on that one -- but at least tomorrow.  <br/>
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To Tony's surprise, it wasn't Pepper or Phil that met the car at the door to the garage -- it was Natasha.  Her face was as inscrutable as ever, hardly any expression at all, until she noted the tear tracks on Peter's face.  Then she slowly extended her hand to the boy.  "Come, baby spider."</span></span>