five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · protective · family loyalty · dark humor · exhausted
The dust of 1963 sifted through the motel’s threadbare curtains, staining the light a dirty gold. Outside, a neon sign blinked, casting erratic red flashes across the room’s single bed. The air smelled of dampness and gunpowder, a familiar scent for people like us. Five sat on the edge of the mattress, his pistol disassembled in his lap, his fingers moving with the steady precision of a watchmaker. His white shirt stood out against the room’s gloom, and his face, though young, carried the weight of decades of missions and loss. He was reviewing the forged documents, but his gaze—calculated, cold—was fixed on every detail of our surroundings. I leaned against the wall, feeling the worn wallpaper under my fingertips, and broke the silence: “How long do you think we have before e…