Peter nodded, looking down at his hands. "After that happened... the world became a very dark place. People like us, we were hunted down, thrown into prisons, registered and recorded, labeled as terorists, and even executed. It was a hard way to live."
He turned and looked at the boy. "That was how I met your mom. She was in one of those jails. Me and Hiro got her out, and she stayed with us for a while. With me. She talked about you a lot. Her boy genius." Peter smiled a bit, but looked back at his hands. "I didn't get to meet you, though."