AN: Just a little drabble of what might have run through Peters head on his way to the gun man.
R.I.P Nathan. I'm sure gonna miss you :'(
"It's nice telling stories. It makes it a little easier. What about you? You must have a million of them." He couldn't help but hear her words on repeat in his head as he made his way through the empty streets of New York. And he couldn't help but think that she was right. Sure, he had a million and more stories. He could have told her about the time Nathan had taught him to dance before the homecoming dance; or when he night after night had to check Peters closet so that there were no monsters; or that one time Nathan had to pick him up, drunk as an egg, after a party and he threw up all over Nathan; or that time when he taught Peter how to fake their mothers signature to get out of trouble; or that time that…that…that he didn't want to think off. That time when he was 13 years old and almost died after falling down the stairs. He remembered it all too well. He had been tired, and had tripped on the carpet so he fallen head first down the long stairs in the hallway. Nathan was the only one at home and he had came running up to Peter. While dialing 911 he had, against better knowing, taken Peter in his arms, held him close, safe. Peter could still remember the firm, but gentle, grip around him. Remembered the soft words, Nathans reassurance that everything would be okay. And then everything had gotten black. The next thing he remembers is waking up at the hospital, Nathans hand in his. Looking up at his bigger brother he knew that he was safe. And Nathan told him to never do that again. Never leave.
Peter could told any of those stories. Cause every single one shows just how much the brothers mean to each other. But he can't tell them. Not a single one. Cause everything that Peter can think of is every time that Nathan has lied to him, betrayed him and even disowned him. All in a matter of a few years. First when even considering using him as a bomb to blow up New York. Then by taking their fathers side in an outrageous plan to change the world by giving powers to "the right" people. And then by selling them all out to the government. Sure, he had tried to make up for that by helping them reveal the truth at Coyote Sands and trying to stop Sylar. But that was after he got exposed and was being hunted himself. Peter had tried to forgive him. Tried to not think about all the bad things and let all the good deeds shine through. But it was so hard. Every time he had thought that now, now Nathan was on the right side again, he had shown his true color. And he couldn't forgive that.
So when Claire had began to talk about her beloved bio-dad he couldn't help but feel a like a bad person, a liar. He had meant what he said in his speech. But still. To say all those things wasn't the same thing as forgiving him. But when Claire, the illegitimate and in many ways mistreated daughter, could forgive him, why couldn't Peter, his own brother, do the same?
That was the thoughts that ran through his head on his way to make a difference, to save someone, to be a hero, to be Superman. To be all the things he always thought Nathan was, and still wanted him to be.