If there was one thing Nathan had been convinced of, it was that the next time he saw Linderman it would be because Nathan had personally put him behind bars. What he had not expected was for his mother to convince him that he needed to talk to Linderman in order to fully understand what was going on with Peter, their powers, and the explosion ( Read more... )

"Peter, so help me if this is you screwing around," Nathan said, in one of many voicemails he'd left on Peter's phone. One call had gone unanswered. Then another. Normally Nathan would've had so much more to worry about, his still undecided election amongst them, but he knew about Peter's paintings and dreams. Some little voice inside of his head ( Read more... )

Saturday had been devoted to Peter settling in at home and letting Angela catch up with him. Nathan had been more than happy to stay out of that one. Months alone with Angela had reminded Nathan that while he might be the favorite son, Peter was the one who somehow managed to get their mother to occasionally remember how to act like a human ( Read more... )