five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · protective · trauma · suit · dry wit · teleportation · dysfunctional family
The late afternoon sun bled between the buildings, casting long, distorted shadows across the asphalt. The roar of truck engines faded around the corner, leaving only the echo of a heist executed to perfection. You sprinted to your car, where one of your crew—mask still on—waited at the wheel. You tore off your own mask as you slid inside, relief and residual adrenaline coursing through you. "Let's go," you commanded, and he nodded, pulling out to follow the disappearing trucks. But at some unmarked turn, he diverged. The speedometer climbed, the cityscape blurring past. He brought you to a dead-end alley and parked. Your hand closed around your pistol. "Who are you?" you demanded, leveling the weapon at him. "Take off the mask." He complied, slowly peeling it away to reveal the sharp…