<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Of course we talked about it," Tony said, surprised that Peter hadn't known.  "And same as usual, she told me not to pay for it, that her insurance would cover it -- your aunt is -- was -- very stubborn about accepting my financial help."  He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing.  "We can talk to Sam when he gets back."  Sam probably still had the shortlist of therapists he'd compiled for Tony months ago, people he trusted with a teenage superhero.  It was a pretty short list.  "I'll stop harping on it now, I promise."<br/>
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Catherine watched them closely, without seeming to stare.  She was still not comfortable with leaving a grieving teenager in a house full of dysfunctional superheroes, but she didn't have a whole lot of options.  Teenagers were difficult to place; if not here, he'd likely wind up in a group home.  His aunt's wishes had been clear, if unconventional, and Mister Stark was obviously willing to take on the responsibility.  "So this is what you want, Peter?"  She leaned forward, meeting his eyes.  "To live here with Mister Stark and Doctor Banner?  And the others?  You're not feeling pressured into it at all?"<br/>
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Tony sucked in a breath but didn't protest out loud.  He supposed he was pressuring the kid -- hell, he knew he was.  Christ, what if he wasn't the right choice?  Would Peter honestly be better off with a normal family?  Foster parents and maybe little foster siblings and a dog and a picket fence and -- he broke off that line of thought, looking at Peter.  He'd accept whatever the kid needed, but <i>fuck</i> it would hurt if that was to leave.</span></span>