The Umbrella Academy (Preferences + Imagines)

[1] How You Met-Pt. 1

This is probably a good time to mention that, unless specified, all gifs and images included in this story do not belong to me in any way, shape or form.

Luther Hargreeves:

"This way Miss (L/N), keep up."

You quickened your pace, having been going slower before to take in your surroundings. You'd never been in this part of the building before.

The only reason you were here was because of the odd abilities you had acquired in the last month. 

It'd been a normal day in the lab, you'd been experimenting on some unpredictable chemicals with your colleagues when it happened.

You didn't remember a whole lot from the incident, but you could clearly recall the aftermath. You'd had to watch as the bodies of your friends were dragged from the room. You hadn't been able to tear your eyes away from their damaged bodies, from their glassy eyes, from flesh that once hadn't looked so cold.

It should've been you, you had repeated over and over in your mind. It wasn't fair that the explosion had killed them and not you. You knew you should have been grateful, but your survival made you uneasy. Nothing human could have survived a blast of that magnitude, it had taken out the walls of a room three doors down the hall.

Following your gut instinct, you asked some of your other colleagues to run some tests on your anatomy after the incident and compare it to older data.

Alarmingly, they discovered that your lungs were taking in little-to-no air at any one time. Yet, this small amount of oxygen was enough to sustain you throughout your day-to-day activities. All the muscles in your body were getting the oxygen they required and you felt no different.

You knew it wouldn't take very long for news to spread among the other scientists at NASA, but you hadn't expected that you would lose your job because of it.

You were walking down a dark corridor now, an older supervisor leading the way. He didn't once turn back to look at you, his eyes focused on the clipboard in his hands.

Then the door at the end of the corridor opened and you stepped into a brighter room, your eyes taking a while longer to adjust.

You were taken by surprise when you recognised the people who stood in the room, people that had no business in waiting for you. You were an average scientist, these people were geniuses.

"(Y/N) (L/N), thank you for being able to meet with us on such short notice," the tallest of the group said when he noticed you lingering by the door. The man with the clipboard had now disappeared.

You were certainly nervous when you were invited to sit at a table with the geniuses. What if they had called you in here to press charges? What if they blamed you for the explosion? Or wanted to send you away because of your 'abilities'.

"We understand you have a peculiar gift."

And then everything changed. They offered you a job, a job that no-one in their right mind would say no to. They offered you a chance to live on the moon.

Of course before you agreed you had listened to all the terms and conditions, and even got the chance to ask a few questions of your own.

"Will I be alone?"

The tall man beamed brightly as he gestured to the other side of the room, where you noticed another man was sitting and listening to the conversation. You hadn't even realised he'd been there.