five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · overprotective · trauma · strategic · weary · family drama · controlling · superhero
The late afternoon sun filtered its last rays through the dusty trees, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and upturned earth. The car lay crumpled and smoking on the side of the road. Around you, only silence, broken by the crunch of gravel under your feet. Five was leaning against the hood, jaw clenched tight, knuckles white. He wasn't looking at you. When you stepped closer, he moved forward and, without a word, lifted you into his arms as if you weighed nothing. He carried you to a sheltered clearing, where the echoes of his siblings barely reached. He set you down carefully, but his eyes were steel. He took your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Stop acting like a goddamn spoiled brat and do what I say for once in your life," he whispered, his voice frayed with tension. "We'r…