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━━━━━━━━━━ The rumbling of the engine came to a stop as the car parked in front of your father's building, D.S Umbrella Manufacturing Co. You were seated in the back with Bucky, Five being in the passenger seat, and Diego driving the car. Five peered over to your brother's side, "This is it."
All four doors opened and you exited the vehicle, nearing the front of the building. Diego grunted when he saw the all too familiar umbrella symbol, "'D.S Umbrella.' This is it."
You, Diego, and Bucky continued walking closer to the entrance, leaving Five, as he stopped in the middle of the path. You glanced back at your brother, "You okay?"
Five let out the breath he was holding, "Yeah, fine." He walked past you guys and to the front of the doors, "Just..."
Diego walked up to Five and kneeled in front of the door's lock, leaving you and Bucky behind. "How long's it been since you've seen the old man?"
"Forty-five years."
"That's a trip. Y/N?"
"Thirteen," You sighed.
Five turned around, leaning his back against the building, "No kidding, I think I beat you."
You gave him a small smirk, "Lucky."
Five paused before looking between you and Diego, "You know, when I was stuck out there in the apocalypse, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't hear his voice in my head."
Diego continued to struggle picking the lock, "What was he saying?"
"I told you so."
You heard Diego scoff softly, "Well, if Dad's here, he's never met you before, so he can't say 'I told you so.'"
"I'm sure he'll find a way." Five glanced into the empty building before jumping inside, unlocking the door.
"Right," Diego cleared his throat, "Gotta remember that."
You chuckled softly, "It's almost like we've done this before."
You pulled Bucky along with you, brushing past your brothers. You glanced around the room before Five let the door slam shut behind him. He attempted to turn on the light, but the bulb gave a faint glow before flickering off.
"Shit."
"Guess Dad wasn't much for home decor," Diego muttered when he looked around the place.
You watched as Five punched one of the pillows, clouds of dust falling from it, "Feels more like a front."
"A front for what?" You asked.
"I don't know."
"Well," Diego began walking away, "Y/N and I will take the left."
