Umbrella Boy (Spiderman Fanfiction & Umbrella Academy)

Chapter 1- An Unfortunate Death

Peter had moved out of his childhood house quite some time ago. It was filled with many interesting memories, good and bad, that he could never forget. His childhood had been quite unusual with his unique family situation. They all possess special abilities and powers that their father had specifically chosen them for. All except for Number Seven-- Vanya. Poor Vanya was the only one in the family that could be considered ordinary and that resulted in her always being the odd one out. She was excluded from almost everything and often felt that she didn't even belong in their family. 

Peter sighed heavily as he stepped out of the bright, yellow cab onto the familiar sidewalk that he'd walked many times in his youth. There were a few people strolling past but Peter didn't even notice them as his mind drifted off into the distant memories of himself in the seemingly derelict house before him. He was abruptly knocked out of his nostalgia by the shrill shriek of a police siren on a distant street. He pulled his suitcase behind him and walked past the seasoned gate and through the front door. 

Peter was surprised to see Vanya and Allison standing in the foyer. He hadn't expected to see Vanya here after she'd published her novel, betraying all of his siblings' trust, but was excited to see her nevertheless. He had been slightly upset when she had published it, but he understood and tried his best to forgive and forget. Vanya had been through a lot in their childhood and if any of them had the excuse to pull something like that it was most definitely her. 

He rushed towards them pulling them both into a long, much-needed hug. Physical contact was slightly awkward seeing as it had been years since they last saw each other but Peter really had missed them over the last several years. Pulling away from his sisters, he could faintly hear Luther and Diego upstairs, arguing over something but chose not to listen to the conversation seeing as he had already had to listen to several hundred too many of their scuffles in his lifetime. 

Walking away from anyone that could possibly give him more stress, Peter spent the next while walking around the house reminiscing on old memories that came to his mind upon seeing the halls he had walked for so many years. He spent a few minutes chatting with Pogo, he ran into Klaus who was looking for their father's money in the office but wisely chose to ignore it for the sake of his sanity, and even took a walk through the courtyard before finally heading back inside to where his siblings were gathered. 

They all sat awkwardly in silence, none of them willing to speak up. The only sound in the room was Klaus pouring a drink behind the bar and the sounds Peter's advanced senses could pick up from outside. After a pregnant pause, Luther stood up from the couch he was sitting on. 

"I guess we should get this started. So I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words in Dad's favorite spot." He spoke as he normally did in his 'I'm the boss and unequivocally smarter than the rest of the world's population' tone of voice. 

"Dad had a favorite spot?" asked Allison confused. Luther looked at her questioningly as if it were obvious. 

"Yeah? Under the oak tree? We used to sit there all the time. None of you ever do that?" Peter sighed shaking his head disappointedly. Sometimes Luther could be really oblivious. Peter had always known that Dad liked Luther undoubtedly more than the rest of his siblings. 

Klaus swaggered over making a snarky remark about refreshments and cucumber sandwiches, sarcastic as always. He had a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Peter scrunched his nose as the smoke blew in his face but chose not to comment on it to his brother for the sake of avoiding an argument, but Luther, per usual, had to speak up. 

"What? No. Put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here." Peter smirked as he saw Klaus roll his eyes. 

"Dad didn't allow a lot of things," Peter muttered to himself but Klaus smirked knowingly at him as he overheard.  

"Wait, is that my skirt?" Allison accusingly asked Klaus. 

"What," asked Klaus pretending to be confused, " Oh this? I found it in your room. Of course, it's a little dated you know, but very breathy on the bits," he spoke shrugging his shoulders. 

"I think you look fabulous Klaus," said Peter kindly. Klaus winked at Peter goofily. 

"Listen up," Luther said annoyed at the interruption, "We still have some important things we need to talk about." Peter sighed at Luther's serious tone already predicting the approaching argument. 

"Like what?" asked Diego, who seemed just as irked. 

"Like the way he died," Luther explained.

"I don't understand. What's going on? I thought he had a heart attack," Peter looked up at Luther with confusion and concern. 

"Yeah. According to the coroner." Peter sighed as he realized this was another one of Luther's conspiracy theories. However, his mind came back into focus as he heard Luther asking Klaus to speak to Dad. How could Klaus communicate with the dead in his current condition? Between the drinking and drugs, his brain was probably halfway melted by now. 

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like 'Dad could you stop playing Tennis with Hitler for a moment take a quick call?' Besides, I'm not in the right state of mind," Klaus said confirming Peter's suspicions aloud. 

Peter almost burst out laughing when Allison asked if he was high. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out even at just a glance. 

"Then there's the issue of the missing monocle."

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego asked angrily. 

"Exactly so whoever took it had a personal grudge."

"So you think it was one of us?!" Peter asking accusingly. He couldn't believe how idiotic his family was acting. The death of their father was tearing them apart, even more, than they already were. They all seemed to be making accusations against one another. 

"Great job Luther. Way to lead." 

"Sorry. I'm just going to go and murder Mom," said Klaus sarcastically. He nodded at Peter before walking out. Peter exited as well not wanting to listen to them bickering anymore. 

He walked up to his room, needing to be away from all the craziness going on with his family. His was room was exactly the same as he had left it. It was decorated in red and blue seeing as they had been his favorite colors back then. He opened his closet feeling nostalgic as he saw his old uniform hanging neatly on the rack. In the bottom corner of his closet was his old domino mask which must have fallen off the shelf at some point. He picked it up and looked over it. As he did he had a flashback of a long time ago. 

This is the first chapter of Umbrella Boy! Please comment and leave feedback. Don't forget to check out my one-shots book!