Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 61

"WHOA, WHAT THE hell was that?" Viktor asked as he recalled the events that had just happened before they stormed out of the premises.

"What? You were losing them." Allison blurted out dismissively as they kept walking. "I'm an actor, I improvised." She said it with so much pride that she was subtly strutting with her shades on.

But Viktor wasn't so thankful for what she'd done. "Well, superb performance, Helen Mirren, but we don't have Marcus." He addressed.

"Yeah, well, they don't know that." His sister swatted off that problem as if it was just a fly.

The way she waved off the problem without thinking it through was utterly concerning. "Oh, yeah? What are we gonna do when they show up and find out?" Viktor fretted.

"Uh, I don't know." Allison blurted out without hesitating, "We'll figure that out next," she reassured her brother who was still distressed about what she'd done. "But why don't you relax, okay? We're powerful superheroes. It's about time we start acting like it." She declared to him.

"Oh, like how you almost turned a conversation with Ben into a street fight?" Viktor snapped. It's easier said than done, Viktor thought. It never was the greatest choice to act on impulse at times like this. "Come on, it's not like you." He said to Allison.

Allison, of course, didn't understand, considering that she was preoccupied in the heat of this long moment. "What does that mean?" She questioned Viktor.

The little lanky man shrugged at her in discomfort. "Since when do you have a hair trigger?" He pointed out, "You're usually the calm and cool one."

"Yeah, and look how well that worked out for me." If it wasn't obvious enough, Allison wasn't unfazed by this. "Viktor, we could all go home tonight, okay?" She told Viktor. When Five said that this was already the home she'd been looking for, she found it difficult to accept that. In fact, if this was their home, she shouldn't be attempting to turn things around just to get back to her daughter, especially when she's the only one she's got with her husband being left in the 1960s.

Sadly, here they are, desperate to find the briefcase and fix whatever they thought was broken. Not batting a lash to their brother's claim of the time paradox. "And for the first time in days, I feel hope, so please don't step on that." Allison demanded.

Viktor couldn't even bring himself to meet her so-called 'hopeful' gaze. He let out a sigh. They are doing this to get back to their loved ones after all, he thought. "Okay," he said to her, "but come on, we have to be smarter about this. We don't know about the Sparrows."

"I don't give a shit about them. I've got you." Allison exclaimed. "No one's gonna win a fight against me and my tiny badass brother."

She was so full of pride when she said that. Even Viktor was subtly hyped because of it. "Okay. Well I need the briefcase, too." He sighed out. "It's my only way back to Sissy." But that didn't mean Allison was off the hook with what she'd done.

"But no more improvising, okay?" He lectured Allison who exhaled loudly with this compromise. "We do things together from now on, got it?"

Allison rolled her eyes to the side, swinging her body in reluctance. "Got it." She quietly agreed. With that being said, she popped her sunglasses back on and continued to walk away from the Academy.

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During their face to face with the Sparrows, Klaus was busy snorkeling through the smelly steaming sewers of the Academy. The stench of the shitty water took him back to the times where he used to sneak back in the Academy late at night after attending frat parties.