Silence Through Time (Five x Reader)

Chapter 1

The Year is 1963, my second year of being stuck in this hellish place. I remember my Father encouraging me to practice my powers, which inevitably caused me to become stuck in the future. Being stuck here alone made me forget how to speak somehow - probably due to the fact I have nobody to speak to... other than Miles. Miles is my friend, a mannequin I picked up from the rubble of what was once a store. During my time, i've learned and perfected my sign language, because I always wanted to learn how to sign as a kid. Most of my days are spent in this leftover rubble that i turned into my home, its got everything you need! A blanket and pillows on the floor as my bed, a burning fire in the middle that i managed to scrounge together to keep me warm during the ungodly cold nights, and its even got a stack of books in the corner that I count as a library. They were the few books i managed to find that wasn't too damaged. No matter how hard I try, or how many equations I create, I simply cannot find a way home... but i'll never give up. I WILL get back to my Father. For a 13 year old, i'd like to think i'm fairly smart.

As I push through the rubble in an attempt of finding more food, I hear an alarming sound of rushed footsteps from behind me. As I turn round, I see a boy collapsing to the floor, who surprisingly looks the same age as me. My eyes widen, and my entire body trembles. I've never seen another living soul here before... until this day.

I hurriedly run towards the boy, who's head whips round in an alarming rate, as he stands up in shock. We stood before each other, silently staring to see if the other was real or a figment of imagination.
"I- I've been here for a whole week and kept hearing sounds. I thought I was crazy... but you? There's someone else here. I can't believe it. How did you survive!?"
The random boy places his hands on either of my shoulders and violently shake me, almost as if he was angry at me for not announcing my presence earlier. I could say the same, I thought as I furrowed my eyebrows angrily. I smack his hands away from myself and shudder almost instantly. Even though it was an act of fear or maybe even anger, it was the first human touch I had felt in two years. Hurriedly, I point to my mouth and shake my head, and the boy catches on instantly.
"You can't speak?" He says, in an almost sympathetic but patronising voice. I nod, looking away in embarrassment.
"How long have you been here?" I hold up two fingers.
"2 days? No... 2 weeks? Months? YEARS" He yells out in surprise as I nod at his answer. His protective walls drops for a moment, as his face softens, in what I suppose was his way of showing he felt sorry for me.

The boy finally introduces himself as Five. In response, I hand Five a piece of paper with my name on, which i had previously torn out of an old book, and wrote on with a pen i found on the floor. Five gives me a soft smile and asks me where i've been staying to protect myself. I softly grab his wrist and drag him to my shelter. Every step we take made me feel like I was gaining a bit of my own humanity back, and he made me realise how much I truly missed simply being around other people.

After we finally reached my shelter, I passed Five the blanket that Miles usually use and handed it to him, as a way of saying "Please stay." Luckily, Five noted my gesture and replicated my make-do bed, setting up right next to me. My heart twinged slightly, as I looked at Miles.
"How did this boy even get here Y/N?" Miles asks me.
"I'm not sure, I don't know how to ask him, he doesn't understand sign language." I sign to Miles. Five gives me a weird stare, as I throw my head up in frustration and squeeze my eyes shut.
"Hey what's wrong?" He softly asks me. I turn to face Five and ask him how he ended up here in sign, to see if he could speak ASL. His face grew red and he looked away, muttering how he didn't know what I was saying or how to sign back. I look to the ground in defeat, then suddenly begin looking for a stick or rock. Five stayed stood in his position, as his eyes followed my frantic movements. After finally finding a stick, I crouch to the floor and carve my question into the dirt.
"Oh... Well I time travelled. I was one of those 'special' kids born with powers. And you?" I point to Five and nod, then at myself.
"You have powers to?" I smile and nod, happy he understood me. Slowly I use my hands to show Five a glimpse of my powers, as I twist and turn my fingers and hands, until a red ball of power appears (Wanda's Powers).
I look up at Five who's seemingly, starstruck. I clutch my stomach as I laugh at Five's reaction, which clearly pissed him of as he punched me not long after.

As the years slowly passed, Five and I adapted to our lifestyle. Every other day, we'd take turns in who'd leave the shelter to find supplies like food, water, or more research equipment. We quickly learned that both Five and I was just as smart as the other. Five even learned ASL, which made the whole situation so much more breathable. The main thing that changed over the years, was Five and I's relationship. Flirting turned into dating, which eventually lead up to Five proposing - just without a ring. We both made a promise to each other that we'd only get married once we returned back to our timeline.

An anxious and aggressive foot tapping seemingly woke me up, as I propped myself up with one of my arms. Turning my head, I saw five standing in front of our most recent wall of equations, with his messy hair, unmanaged beard, and sweaty face. I reluctantly get out of our makeshift bed and stand beside him.
"Five, what's wrong? Why are you so worked up" I sign.
His head falls onto my shoulder as he sighs.
"We are so FUCKING close to finding the right equation, but I just can't."
I sigh and turn to the equation, mentally taking a note of our progress, until I see a single messed up equation. As I turn to take the pen from Five to fix the equation, my entire body freezes as I turn to face a just as shocked Five.
"You heard it to?" Five aggressively asks, as I nod.
We both pick up our weapons, which both laid underneath one of our many walls of equations, and we span round to face the unknown person.

"Hello you two. I'm the Handler." The woman smiles.