𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, diego hargreeves

CHANGED.

AMBER HARGREEVES.                                                                                                                                present day

"i can run but i can't hide from my family line."

I'M JUST LIKE REGINALD?

My so-called Father. World renowned billionaire, a terrible father figure, Olympic medal winner, a crappy father, scientist, bad dad.

I choke on my margarita, placing it down on the bar before coughing into my palm, wiping my mouth down with my palm after, standing up so that Diego and I are face-to-face.

"What the fuck?" I question, my eye nearly itching out of irritation.

"God!" Diego snaps at me, running a hand through his hair as he looks at the wall, past me as if I'm not there. "You're so like Reginald, it makes me fucking sick! When I talk to you, it's like I'm talking to my fucking dad, Amber."

"What-" I whisper out, my heart dropping. "What? Diego," I mumble, trying to make sense of what he's saying.

"You're gonna stand there and tell me you don't know what I'm on about?" He snaps back at me.

"I don't know what the hell you're going on about!" I raise my voice back at him. "You wanna go have this same argument with Five or is this reserved for me just because you feel like being an asshole?"

I was married once. I still am, legally, but not really. I've dealt with abuse in my childhood from Reginald, and I dealt with abuse from Jeremy, my ex-husband. Sometimes I think I'll always live in a cycle of abuse, and one day I'll continue the cycle when I have kids myself. It's either that or I seek abusers, because it's what feels safe to me, or comforting. What I mean is that it's what I'm used to. I'll be damned if I don't break the cycle here and now.

"You knew since day one how much I needed to get my revenge! You even came with me!" Diego raises his hand, revealing a 'two' sign held up. "Twice!"

"There's more to life than getting revenge, Diego." I mutter out, running a hand through my hair. I'm not mad, I just don't want to argue, I don't need this discussion with Diego after the last few days being spent fighting for my life.

"Yeah, Amber. There's more to our lives than getting revenge- but what about Patch, huh? What about her life?"

"You're never gonna let this go." I breathe out now, leaning my head into my hands as I swivel around, facing my back to Diego and letting my elbows rest on the bar. "I won't sit idly by as I become your replacement for her."

"Don't turn away from me Amber, 'cause I need to look at you right now." Diego begs, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I shake him off, moving my chin so it's no longer resting on my palms. "Stop trying to save everyone."

"I save people, Amber! That's what I do."

"You're not a superhero, Diego, you're just a grown up in spandex with a hero complex." I reluctantly turn to face him, regretting the words as soon as they leave my lips.

A flash of hurt crosses over Diego's face, and for a second I feel as though I might have crossed the line.

"I'm not a superhero? Don't hate me 'cause you couldn't save anyone with your powers, not even your marriage." He shakes his head to me.

"God!" I yell out now, annoyed. "Do you even hear yourself?" I hear banging and clattering as I raise my voice, disregarding my lack of control over my powers and how my audio affects the room.