Peter's POV
Only two days on the job and my boss, Doctor Connors, has already invited me over to his house for dinner. Our first meeting was a little, OK, a lot awkward. I couldn't keep myself from staring at the stump where his arm used to be. He agreed to help me find a way to control how I look, which is probably why I'm at his house now. He said he hoped that by studying me, he could find the secret behind binding two organisms together. I still think that conducting that kind of research on my blood is too dangerous, but every time I bring it up, he just brushes it off and says that scientists need to take risks of they want to do research of this caliber.
Right now, I'm looking at a picture from dad and Doctor Connors' days in Haven. The two of them are at some sort of dance, judging from their suits. There are also younger versions of mom and Mrs. Connors in the picture. Mom was beautiful in her youth. I still don't remember much about her, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm proud to be her son. Dad looks happy to be there, but he seems to have his mind on something else.
"Once we figure out the secret to shutting off your Grimm half," Doctor Connors says as he enters the room, "there's no doubt in my mind that you will be the spitting image of Richard."
"I'm not looking to shut it down completely," I remind him, "just understand it enough to retract it on through will."
"Of course. Dinner is ready by the way."
He brings me to the dining room and I sit next to his son. The boy can't be any older than nine. He's staring, like anyone would, though not in fear. In fact, he seems amazed by my additional legs. Mrs. Connors made lasagna. It smells delicious, both from the sauce and the four cheeses she used.
"Thank you for having me over Mrs. Connors," I say when she hands me a plate, "it's nice to meet friends of my parents."
"And it's nice to finally meet Mary's son," she smiles, "you've grown into quite the young man Peter. I'm sure they would be proud to hear that you're working with Curt."
"I think so too."
I take a bite of lasagna and take in the taste.
"Mmm," I savour it as much as I can, "this is really good," I swallow, "but, it tastes sort of familiar."
"I'm not surprised. Your mother gave me the recipe."
This is mom's recipe. My pride as her son has just tripled. This is easily the greatest lasagna I've ever had, maybe even the greatest in the kingdom. I take another bite and take extra care to savour it with this new knowledge in hand. When I finish, I look at Mrs. Connors.
"Could I have the recipe?" I ask, "I don't have much from mom, so you can understand why I would like to get anything I can."
"Of course. It's only natural."
She leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with a book.
"This book," she hands it to me, "is something she wanted me to keep safe until you were old enough. The recipe is bookmarked."
"Thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer, but I should really be going."
"It was nice to have you here."
"See you at work Doctor Connors," I wave goodbye.
"See you tomorrow," Doctor Connors waves back.
As I leave, I get a message on the Stark Scroll Tony made for me yesterday. I check the message screen. It only has two words, but they're the very words I've been waiting for.
It's ready.
I message back saying that I will pick it up in the morning and head back home. When I get home, I put the book on the table with the picture. I look at the picture for a moment.
"You have some incredible friends Pyrrha," I say, looking at the young Pyrrha in the picture, "I wish you could have been here to see us meet each other."
I should call it a night. I head upstairs and head to bed. I have a big day tomorrow.
Peter suits up for the first time next chapter and heads out for his first mission.
