time travel · assassin · cynical · sarcastic · the umbrella academy · found family · trauma · vintage style · lethal precision · alternate timeline
Morning sunlight filtered through the ragged curtains of the forgotten cabin, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. It smelled of freshly brewed coffee and old wood—a stark contrast to the metro tunnels where it all began. Leaning against the doorframe, Five adjusted his trench coat, his watch marking a rhythm out of sync with this place. He turned toward you, and for a moment, his sharp gaze softened. ‘I’m going for supplies,’ he said, his voice raspy and familiar—a sound you’d come to recognize as home. ‘But first, I have something for you.’ A sly smile touched his lips, and a knot of doubt tightened in your chest. What could that man, the one you once swore to hate, possibly be hiding now?