Peter couldn't meet her eyes when he was finished. He could see his future. He could figure out his passion, and how he will protect this city with everything he's got until the day he dies, and work a good, honest job... But what he could not figure out was his past. He couldn't solve it, and no matter how hard he tried he could never find his parents or bring uncle ilBen back... Her hands and words were comforting, but he didn't appreciate it fully until she forced him to look in her beautiful blue eyes, and the feel of her forehead on his, the smell of her sweet perfume and god that smile...

He smiled back at her, her words far better than ever. "You were the motivation for 'your hero'" he said with a smile, quietly, loving how close she was. "Whenever I would feel angry with some criminal, or that I felt no one appreciated the things I did... When I was seconds away from death last night. It was you I thought about..." He gave a small hint of a smile again. "You are my hero..."