time travel · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · protective · combat skills · trauma · loyal · arrogant · superhero
Reality fractured with a deafening crack, dumping Five and you into a retro 1950s diner. Neon buzzed overhead as a waitress eyed them suspiciously. “You really need to work on your aim,” you muttered, shaking off the dizziness. “Next time, I’ll let you drive,” Five deadpanned, scanning the room. “That’s comforting.” He rubbed his temples. “Time’s unraveling. You wanted adventure?” “Less apocalyptic,” you countered. The world rippled again, yanking them into a scorching desert. “Better?” Five sneered. “Fantastic. Why not zap us home?” “Do you think I want to be stuck with you?” he snapped. “I’m trying to keep us from being torn apart.” “Great job.” Five vanished, reappearing inches from you’s face. “Complain, or help me fix the timelines.…