It's Called Being a Hero

[chimeramimicry]

"It's Called Being a Hero"
Who: Peter, Peter, Nathan
When: After some weird selfcest.


The knock on the door made Peter blink as he tilted away from the open refrigerator door.  Who the hell came for a visit without calling first?  Delivery guys.  Huh.  Did his new Superman resin kit arrive already?  He didn't get the confirmation email or--  Well, whatever.  He's just glad that it came up to his door instead of being left at the mailboxes like usual.  Jeez, he had more stuff swiped that way.

"Hang on."  Slam goes the door.  Milk in hand, and wearing only his boxers, Peter and his rumpled hair go to answer the door.

He's not expecting Nathan.

The deer in headlights look gives that away.

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[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Crap. Well, the choice is between Nathan and, technically, himself. So what's he suppose to do?  Pick Nathan of course. It's always Nathan. Always has and always will be. 

Peter's smile drops, he runs the back of his neck. And, ultimately, nods. 

"Uh, yeah. I'll come by for dinner." Which gives him a few more hours with Peter. 

The embrace with his brother is needlessly awkward when they part and Peter lingers on the street until Nathan's car shows up and pulls away again. He runs back into the shop to get breakfast or, lunch now, for the man hopefully waiting for him at his apartment. 

He's overly eager to please, and probably that's because of the guilt of it. 

The weirdness of it. 

And because Peter can't believe he's this  narcissistic. 

Hint taken. ^__^

[fallen-empath.livejournal.com]

Peter has spent the last hour and a half cleaning up an apartment that isn't even really his. He can't understand why he's even doing it. This isn't his place. It isn't his life, not anymore. He changed it all by coming here, interrupting the natural order of things. He should be home, sleeping in abandoned houses and helping the survivors struggle for their survival.

Even so, Peter showers and shaves, and then he strips the bed, remakes it, collects the dirty laundry. The empty bottles go in a recycling bag, and the pizza box gets torn up and tossed down the trash chute.

He even has a quick conversation with the nice old lady next door. She compliments him on his haircut, and it makes him want to cry.

He wishes he could harbor even a bit of jealousy over having watched his other self and his lost brother's awkward exchange, but he can't even do that. He likes him too much. Way too much. And that's why, when other Peter finally returns, he opens the door and gives him a big crushing hug. He's able to smell Nathan's cologne on his jacket, but he's quickly distracted by the delicious aroma coming from the bag in Peter's hand.

"You brought me food? You're the best!"

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Grinning somewhat madly, Peter lingers in the hug and sits down on the sofa to watch himself eat. It's funny. His mannerisms and everything. They eat like they'll never get another scrap of food again. 

He taps his shoe on the floor and tangles his fingers in the sleeves of his shirt. He's a little fidgety. 

"Hey, how long are you staying?"

If anything, he wants the company. He wants to wake up with someone in his bed. He wants someone that likes the same thing he likes. And it's a bonus that they're sleepin together. 

Or had slept together. 

Shit. What's he suppose to do?