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Tony Stark lost his mother at nineteen. He'd lost his father so many years before that.

It was a loss deep in his heart, but shallow in his memory, and thanks a fucking lot, Zemo, you manipulative piece of shit, and thanks a fucking lot, Anthony Stark, for being an inexcusable rube.

However many months in Darrow had scabbed it over, but the scars were still fresh and pink.

Anyway, it was all to say that Tony, while far from his most unstable, was probably not fully equipped to be legally responsible for a child, even of fifteen.

But God, who ever really was?

And the thought of Pete being taken in by anyone else made him reasonlessly upset and he was so not about to mentally unpack that. Peter might not even want that anyway, which would make all of he whole business moot anyway, and it might be a terrible idea anyway. Because he was Tony Stark.

So he knew he had to discuss it with someone.

Wanda? No. She would bury him, forever, before laughing herself to death and yeah he'd even deserve the humiliation because he'd put her under house arrest and defended it with a damn infinity pool.

Spider-Woman? She knew a Peter Parker. But she also had a vertain mistrust o Tony and from her stories, yes, Tony probably also deserved that. If he were in he place, he wold probably lobby to make Tony Stark illegal.

But there was Karen, and he'd known her longer than even Wanda at this point. So he asked to come over to talk and promised to bring dinner.

Which brouht him to her door, carrying a bag of Chinese food under one arm.

He knocked.