From across the room, Peter noticed his father’s mingling. He watched as
his Papa slowly reached to grab his Daddy’s hand and pull him close. They
maneuvered away from the tables, but not so deep into the dancing crowd as to
attract any attention. Peter smiled to himself and sought out the arms of his
Uncle Bruce, who was sitting nearby.
“Can I go home with you tonight, Uncle Bruce?”
Bruce had noticed Steve and Tony as well, and he nodded at the boy with a small
upturning of lips. “Yes, you can.”
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