The Umbrella Academy **One shots**

2 ~ The only living boy in New York (Diego)

Diego stepped into the quiet building cautiously, glancing around on the lookout for anyone else.

He hadn't expected to get a call that morning, hoping it would have been a quiet day for once, trying to process the recent news of his father's death. He'd already butt heads with Luther, Diego wasn't exactly excited about dealing with more meat-heads.

When he had checked all the areas he could see from the door, he slowly inched forward, heading down the empty hall, keeping his ears trained on any noise he heard. He hadn't heard how many people were being held hostage, Diego just knew that he needed to be the one to save them, even if it was more than he could handle.

There was a tremendous crash from one of the upstairs rooms, and he stopped his movements, not hearing any screams or shouts. It must have just been one of the criminals trying to scare innocent people.

The knife-thrower rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs, keeping his footfalls light as possible in fear of alerting the bad guys. Stairs in old buildings were notorious for being creaky and loud, bad carpentry in his opinion.

As he reached the top of the stairs, voices floated out of the farthest room. Diego could only make out a few words, the rest obscured by the distance. He could hear the heavy footsteps heading to the door so he dived into the closest room, pressing his back up against the door.

Two people walked past the door he was hiding behind, moving down the stairs to somewhere else in the building, most likely to where they had been hiding for the past week.

Once they were gone, Diego crept out of the room and down the hall, making his way to the last room, moving slowly and carefully, prepared with his knives in his hands. As he got to the door, he could hear talking again, this time a woman's voice was prominent, obviously demanding something. Either she was the leader or a very brave hostage. Diego chuckled to himself silently and peeked around the doorframe.

Inside the room, there were a few wooden boxes and large sheets draped over decades-old furniture. Along the far wall, opposite the doorway, hostages were lined up, all cuffed to each other and a few points along the wall. Diego counted eleven in total, a mix of young and older men and women. No children though and for that he was glad, he didn't need to traumatise any children today. In front of the hostages stood three men, all with automatic rifles in their hands, belts around their waists most likely filled with more ammo. He had the thought that the other two who had gone downstairs were kitted out just the same.

The woman who he had heard in the hall was a very brave hostage, sitting up on her knees and glaring at the man in front of her. She was dishevelled, her (h/c) hair strewn about her face, her clothes creased and messed up from sitting next to other people for who knows how long.

"You're not the smartest, are you? Not if you're stood here, and the others went to do the important stuff." she spat at the armed man, her (e/c) eyes alight with anger and annoyance.

Diego wanted to tell her she wasn't being smart, bad-mouthing a large man with a gun, but honestly, he found it interesting that she was holding her own against some pigheaded brute.

The man did not comment and ignored her, standing his ground. The woman kept going, even ignoring the other hostages warning her not to rile them up. She obviously didn't care; she knew they wouldn't do anything yet. They didn't even have a ransom negotiated.

He realised that he needed to get the civilians safe, that was his top priority.

Pulling a knife from his harness, Diego flicked his wrist and let go, curving the knife to lodge in the closest guy's neck, the thud of his body hitting the floor letting him know he'd hit his mark. The other goons hadn't noticed, but the hostages had, looking around the room in confusion. The woman that had been berating one of their captors had also noticed and had stopped talking, much to his relief.