<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony decided the instant that Peter called him Tones that it was better -- but not right.  And all in a flash of realization he usually associated with his lab, Tony knew what he wanted Peter to call him, and it scared the crap out of him.  Tones was good for now.  Tones was family and safety and friendship and <i>Rhodey.</i>  He pushed aside the other bigger scarier title and held Peter close.  "You're the first person but Rhodey to call me that, Petey," Tony whispered, brushing Peter's hair back from his face.  "And I like that it's you."  He kissed his temple.<br/>
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"I always remembered you, kid, even when I don't know it's you.  Yeah.  I remember the kid with the mock repulsor -- remember thanking him -- you -- and flying away thinking how close he -- you -- came to being drone fodder.  Jesus.  What is it with the people I lo-- the people I care about running towards shit instead of away from it.  That was before your damned spider powers -- you're going to give me grey hairs, kid.  Greyer.  More grey than my stylist can handle."  Tony was babbling now, his arms tight around Peter.</span></span>