A/N: Set a while after "How to Stop…", in no particular location. Spoiler-free. (Small spoiler for the other fandom, but I don't want to give away that fandom, so you'll have to forgive me for not being more specific.) I also apologize for this not really having a point. Finally, I'm open to continuing it if there's interest, but you'll have to be specific on what you want to see happen.
Stranger in a Strange Land
Peter Petrelli had called him, had shown him the picture of him and the dark-haired stranger standing in the sunlight on the corner of First and Main.
Today was the last sunny day this week, the weatherman had declared. So today Hiro waited, watching the street corner.
If he hadn't been, he might have missed the bespectacled stranger's appearance from nowhere.
Hiro jumped up and ran toward him. "Hallo!" he said in an excited stage-whisper. "So you are speshul too!"
A pause.
"I am Hiro," Hiro offered.
The man's eyes were like saucers as he looked around.
"Marco," he replied.