by Starsinger
Kitty's still missing, and Peter is walking the streets when he enounters an old man having an argument with a member of "Friends of Humanity". Who tells the young man that by any other name... Still don't own them.
The trouble with San Francisco, Peter decided, was that it was hilly. Logan had described this phenomena to him before they moved, but pictures really didn't do the city justice. It wasn't particularly cold, 47 wasn't cold for Peter, but the cloudy sky made it seem colder. Logan promised to meet him in Chinatown, and he just couldn't shake the gloom. He missed her, holding her in his arms while she slept had been the best thing that had happened to him. He sighed as a conversation penetrated into his conscious.
"Get this out of my face, off my corner! I don't care who you are! You are soliciting on my property!" The voice belonged to an older man with a distinctive German accent.
Curiously, Peter stepped around the corner as a young man got in the man's face, "Why are you going after ME! I'm trying to save humanity!"
"I don't agree with you," the man replied. "They're people, just like we are," he replied.
"No, they're not human, they're freaks," Peter got a look at the pamphlet the younger man was waving around. He was short, white, and had a shaved head. The pamphlet in his hands belonged to the "Friends of Humanity". The older gentleman appeared to be in his late eighties, he wore a black coat and hat to protect him from the chilly weather.
"They are no more less human than you are a Nazi!" he proclaimed. The younger man turned bright red at this statement, Peter stepped forward, ready to intervene when the old man unbuttoned the sleeve of his left arm and rolled it up. "Before you call them monsters, I stared actual monsters down as they beat me down." The tattooed number on his arm made Peter stop.
The younger man looked at him, "When you get it, let me know, old man."
Peter approached him as the other man stomped away, "Thank you," he said quietly.
"I was in New York when that bullet passed through. The young lady who kept the world safe was Jewish, young, and a mutant. I, for one, am grateful."
Peter sighed, "She is beautiful."
The older man turned to him, "I'm Hans. You know her?"
Tears formed in Peter's eyes, "Why don't you join me for lunch. I can tell you all about her. My name is Piotr."
Hans stretched his hand out, "I would be honored." For the first time in a while Piotr smiled. Logan was going to have a field day.
