"That's the thing though. Humans scar Peter. And if you're talking about genetics, then neither of us is strictly human anymore."

Steve wasn't sure what he qualified as. Technically he was the best a human could genetically become, but he didn't really register as "normal human" and hand't for a good long time. Humans couldn't outrun cars or lift steel girders or survive so many wounds he literally lost count. He was something else, something other, and apparently so was Peter. Steve just didn't know what kind of other the man was. Yet.

"Are there others like you back home Peter? More of the next stage?" Would the man tell him if there were?