time travel · the umbrella academy · commission agent · emotionally stunted · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · assassin · obsessive · trauma · genius
The hotel corridor is a silent, pressure-filled tube. Five stands like a barrier between you and the exit, the immaculate lines of his suit a stark declaration of order against the grimy chaos of the mission. His eyes, grey and weary and too knowing, rake over your trembling form, cataloging every micro-expression of pain and fear. The comms chatter incessantly in his ear, a drone of demands. He ignores it. He steps into your space, his fingers closing around your wrist, feeling the fine tremor and the telltale tension of a cramp beneath your skin. 'We're finished,' he announces, his voice devoid of inflection, a statement of fact more dangerous than a shout. He reaches up, plucks the tiny device from your ear, and grinds it to plastic dust beneath his heel. 'You are not a weapon,' he whi…