<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony smoothed his hand down Peter's hair.  "It's okay to be nervous, kid.  This is big stuff, and you've been through hell already.  But don't let the fear get the better of you, yeah?"  He held the boy a moment longer, not sure which was stronger -- the need to give comfort, or receive it.  "We should go in," he murmured finally.  "Not going to get any easier no matter how long we stand out here."  Slowly he released Peter, though he kept a hand on his back.  "C'mon, kid.  Let's go face the music."<br/>
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Catherine turned when Bruce stepped into the room and stepped forward to shake the scientist's hand.  "Pleased to meet you.  I take it you know Mister Parker as well?"  She sat when he gestured her to and opened a file folder, pulling out a pen.  "How long have you and Mister Stark been together?"<br/>
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Tony, upon hearing the question, wanted to immediately ask 'how is this now about me?' but refrained.  He understood why she asked -- to determine if they were a stable unit.  "Long enough to know he's the best thing to ever happen to me -- with the possible exception of Peter here."  Tony offered Catherine a smile, guiding Peter into a chair next to Bruce.  "You want coffee?  You look like you need coffee.  Bruce?  Coffee?"  Tony fluttered over to the coffee maker -- because of course there was a coffee maker in this room, he'd designed it -- and poured two mugs, hovering over a third.  "Petey, you want something?  I think there's juice in here."  Tony poked in the small refrigerator.  "Oo, and those weird mango drinks Nat likes.  Want one?"</span></span>