Who: Peter Petrelli, Noah Bennet, and Glory What: Random encounter turns into vengance attack. With reprecussions. Where: About two miles from the Hyperion When: Early evening Rating: Might get high. Hello, violence and indestructible people. Status: thread ; COMPLETE
"I don't need a babysitter to go on patrols, you know." Peter scowled again, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. It wasn't a restriction or a rule that he needed an escort for patrolling, but ever since that last kidnapping, someone always ended up tagging along. Peter suspected the reasons for it, but no one had ever given confirmation before.
Bennet, however, could be relied on for blunt information delivery. "Take that up with your wife," he said, checking the supplies lining the inner pocket of his coat. He was amused, very amused to see Peter Petrelli this flustered. The amiable young man had become a bitter old man far before his time, and Bennet, for one, was pleased to see that his condition was reversible. Still not quite the Peter Petrelli he had been before the explosion, but some things couldn't be healed. Innocence, once lost, can never be reclaimed.
Peter spluttered for a moment, trying to work out just what he could say about that, and still be able to act on it. The muttered "I think I will" lacked the effect he was going for, and made Bennet snicker. With another scowl, Peter bunched his shoulders, curling his hands into fists in an attempt to shove them even deeper into his pockets.
Shaking his head, Bennet clapped Peter on the shoulder. "You're married now, kid. She's got just as much right to be protective of you as you have to be protective of her. Only difference is, you're the one who got kidnapped."
"Thanks for reminding me," Peter said, rolling his eyes. "Peter Petrelli, Champion, husband, and Mansel in Distress."
Bennet grinned at that. "It has a certain ring to it."