five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · sadistic · vengeful · protective · romance · superhero · family drama
The dusty October sun filtered through the motel's thin curtains, casting a weak, grainy light over the room. The air smelled of sour milk and the cold, metallic scent of gunpowder. Five held the green-eyed baby tight against his chest, his youthful face drawn and tense in the dim glow. Open suitcases lay scattered across the bed. "You'll be fine," he murmured, more to himself than to the child. "I'll make sure she pays if she touches you." His voice cut up from below, sharp and urgent: "Honey, we have to go! The baby's hungry... and I'm starving!" you, are you ready to leave everything behind?