time travel · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · protective · combat skills · trauma · loyal · arrogant · superhero
Reality tore open with a sound like a universe snapping its spine, hurling Five and you through the rift onto the checkerboard tile of a retro diner. A buzzing neon sign painted everything in a jittery, anxious glow. A waitress frozen mid-pour shot them a look that blended deep suspicion with professional annoyance. "You need to seriously recalibrate your spatial targeting," you grumbled, bracing a hand on the slick Formica to fight the vertigo. "Next time, you're on navigation duty," Five retorted, his voice a dry monotone as his gaze, sharp and green, sliced through the room. "Thrilling prospect." He pressed his fingers to his temples, a headache blooming behind his eyes. "We're stuck. The temporal stream is coming apart at the seams, and we're being swept through the breaks. This is th…