Umbrella Boy (Spiderman Fanfiction & Umbrella Academy)

What about my consent?

Peter watched Five walk out of the building looking royally pissed. It didn't take a genius to understand what happened inside the building. Back to square one all over again. Peter knew that something bad would be coming next. 

~Time Skip~

That's how Peter ended out in the CEO's office with Klaus and Five arguing over the eye. 

"Without the client's consent I can't help you," said the man. Peter watch Five become even angrier.

"Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name!"

"Well that's not my problem," he replied arrogantly. Peter went to stand up and give the man a piece of his mind when Klaus stepped in. 

"What about our consent?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who gave you permission to lay your hands on our son?" said Klaus crying. 

"What," asked the other three in the room.

"I didn't touch your son," insisted the doctor.

"Oh really? Well, then how did he get that swollen lip, then?" 

"He doesn't have a-" Peter gave an apologetic look as he slapped Five. He understood how this plan is going to go.

"I want it. Name. Now" Peter insisted harshly while gritting his teeth. 

"You're crazy," the man said staring between Klaus and Peter. 

"You have no idea," they said looking one another in the eye. Klaus handed Peter a snowglobe and gave him a sly grin. 

"Peace on Earth?" Peter slammed the snowglobe into Klaus' face. The man went to call security but Peter quickly snatched the phone from his hands and put it to his ear. 

"There's been an assault," cried Peter. "We need security now! He assaulted me because I'm living a happy life with my husband and he can't because he married a woman!" He slammed the phone down and blew some of the glass out of his hair. 

"Now here's what's gonna happen. In about 60 seconds, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood. And they're gonna want to know what the hell happened. We'll tell them that you beat the shit out of us," Klaus said as he dramatically sobbed. Five and Peter couldn't help but smirk. 

"You're a real sick bastard," said the man with wide eyes. 

"Thank you." Then the plan took a turn.