<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony was immediately at Peter's side -- well, at his back.  He crowded behind Peter, sandwiching him between himself and Bruce.  "You're alright, kid," Tony soothed.  "You don't have to be tough here."  He rubbed circles between Peter's shoulderblades with a firm hand.<br/>
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Bucky latched his hand around Steve's wrist and jerked his head.  They weren't necessary to the food-making process, and they were obviously adding to the kid's distress.  "C'mon, punk," he murmured.  "Let's give 'im some space.  We'll be in the den with Barton if you need us."  He towed the blond supersoldier out of the kitchen.  "Breaks my damned heart," he muttered to Steve.  "Sweet kid like that.  E'ery time he calls me Mister Bucky, I wanna pinch his cheeks like old Missus Marks useta, remember Stevie?"<br/>
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Phil stayed working on the pie, but Natasha looked... conflicted.  As much as anything ever showed on her face.  She did not know how to be comforting beyond what she'd already done, and this seemed... she looked to Phil for guidance, as she usually did.  "Would you like us to step out, Mister Parker?" Phil asked after a moment.  "Natasha and I can give you space with your -- " he waved his hand at Tony and Bruce.<br/>
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"His what?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.  Almost challenging.</span></span>