InsaneJournal

WHO: Noah Bennet, Nathan Petrelli, Peter Petrelli, and Adam Monroe. And Death.
WHAT: Nathan's drunken jackassery has consequences.
WHEN: After this.
WHERE: In and outside the bar where Nathan is drinking.
RATING: R for violence. And brief, mod-approved character death. It's Heroes, people. This is absolutely nothing new. Everyone in that group right there has died once...or twice...or seventy-thousand times.
STATUS: Complete.

Noah could handle a lot of things, but seeing Angela Petrelli break down and start sobbing because her son was being a drunken bastard wasn't one of them. He understood that Nathan was having issues with his death, but blaming his mother and accusing her of orchestrating it wasn't something he would stand for. He'd gone out, ending up at the bar where Nathan was currently doing his best to pickle his liver with tequila, walking up behind the senator with a look that told everyone in the place not to mess with him. Noah was a person who relied on people underestimating him, and tried his best to make sure they did. He wasn't trying now.

Grabbing Nathan by the back of the shirt, he all but dragged the man out of the bar, shoving him hard against the outside wall. "Listen to me, you little shit," he growled, "Angela has done more for you than you'll ever know. And you have no right talking to her like that. You didn't see her after you died. It destroyed her. So next time you decide to go on a drunken rampage, leave her the hell out of it." And he pulled back his fist and punched him hard in the jaw for good measure.