Authors' Note: Based off of most recent episode, "Kindred", and spoilers to season 2 in general thus far XD
"Next on CNN, Irish gang robs local sports booking spot..." He had caught the tail end of segment as he entered the dark bar room. Stumbling to the counter and slumping down in his usual state. He looked up to the bartender, who seemed to have almost read his mind and began making his usual drink; cold whiskey on the rocks.
Nathan moved his hand to his face and scratched his beard as thoughts surrounded him in his depression. He had not become what Peter was before almost; a weakling with the idealist hope of something better. Peters' something better was a chance to save the world; in which he did. Nathan could never verbally announce it, but Peter had become everything Nathan was at the beginning. As for Nathan he became what Peter came from in the beginning.
He never quite realized how much Peter had meant to him until he woke up in that hospital bed a month later. His mother tended to his wounds in a formal way. He knew she was thinking the whole if you did what I told you to do, He would be alive. Peter was her favorite by any means. And Nathan was his fathers' favorite. He found He couldn't look her in the eyes anymore. Everytime she visited was out of pure couresty. He was in fact HER son.
It took a full two months to recover from the fall that
night. Peter just had to throw him away at the last moment. And with
such strength that Nathan couldn't prevent himself from landing so
hard. He could not cushion the fall worthe a damn, and ended up
crashing through a cab car, in which nearly killed him. If it wasn't
for some innocent bystander walking by, he would have been dead.
Nathan had broken nearly every bone in his body. His spinal cord was
damaged to the point where he could not feel a thing from the waist
down for at least a month. It took him another month to regain his
ability to walk. He hadn't even dared to fly at all since
then.
"...american man among the gang..." CNN
popped in then, continueing with its story. Nathan only half listened
as he sipped quietly on his whiskey, which had been placed infront of
him mere seconds ago.
"Unusual powers...unclear what happened...Witness described him similar to the sketch presented on the screen..." Nathan predictably glanced up then. He froze, staring at the sketch. No, thats' not right. He blinked a few times, glancing at the counter and shaking his head. He figured he had too much to drink. Obviously, he had been basically constantly intoxicated since they let him go from rehab.
He looked up at the screen again. Looking back at him was a man everyone thought to be dead. His eyes weren't deceiving him. It was Peter. And he was in Ireland of all places.