You will dive deep into the life of Five Hargreeves, exploring scenarios where you are his partner in crime, confidante, and love interest. Each short Story offers a unique glimpse into different aspects of Five's multifaceted personality-his wit, h...
Summary: Five's assistant y/n is a disaster, but eventually five sees more in her than chaos on two legs
Warnings: none
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Working for the CIA wasn't exactly the glamorous life Five Hargreeves had envisioned after saving the world countless times, losing his powers, and becoming just another guy in a suit. His siblings had scattered, each finding their own way to adjust to life without the superhuman abilities that had once defined them. For Five, though, adjusting wasn't as simple. A genius assassin with the mind of a man who had lived lifetimes, stuck in a twenty-something's body—how could he blend in with normal life?
That's when the CIA had come knocking. After all, who better to solve mysteries than someone who had quite literally seen the end of the world?
But if there was one thing Five wasn't prepared for, it was his assistant, Y/n.
The first time he met her, he had sized her up in mere seconds: messy hair, bright eyes full of curiosity, and an energy that felt out of place in the sterile, calculating world of government operations. She seemed like someone who had wandered in from a children's birthday party, full of clumsy charm and endless, goofy optimism.
"Hi! I'm Y/n! I'll be your assistant from now on," she had said with a grin that was far too cheerful for the CIA offices. She held out her hand, knocking over a stack of files in the process. Papers scattered across the floor, but she just laughed. "Oops, sorry about that!"
Five had stared at her, unamused. "Great."
For weeks, that was how it went. Y/n was always full of chatter, always telling the worst jokes imaginable. She was bright and bubbly, the complete opposite of Five's dry, no-nonsense attitude. And she was clumsy. So clumsy. She would knock over coffee cups, trip on wires, and somehow always manage to create a small catastrophe wherever they went.
Five found it maddening at first. He was used to precision, to getting things done efficiently, and Y/n seemed like the embodiment of chaos.
"Why do you always have to talk?" Five had muttered one day after a particularly bad joke about two ghosts walking into a bar.
"To fill the silence," she had replied with a shrug. "Otherwise, you'd just sit there all grumpy and brooding."
"I'm not brooding," he had replied sharply.
Y/n had just smirked, clearly unconvinced. "Sure, you're not."
As time went on, though, something started to shift. Despite his initial annoyance, Five found himself strangely drawn to Y/n's chaotic energy. She was a disaster, sure, but she was also... nice. She never let the stress of the job get to her, and no matter how tense things got, she always found a way to lighten the mood with a joke or a silly comment.
