Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

18 | aspiring leadership

They slammed the car doors of Allison's car shut and walked across the patch of grass, stepping onto the sidewalk with cautious determination.

"Be careful, okay? We don't know what Peabody's capable of," Allison warned, her voice tinged with concern.

"Yeah, he didn't seem dangerous when I first saw him," Diego shrugged. "Looked kinda scrawny."

"Yeah, well, so are most serial killers and mass murderers. I mean, look at him," Allison retorted, pointing to Five.

"Thanks," Five replied sarcastically.

"Good point. So, what does this guy want with Vanya?" Diego pondered aloud.

"Maybe...he's using her to get closer to us," Y/N suggested. "I mean, it makes sense in my head."

"That's a good guess," Five shrugged. "How about we ask him after we kill him?"

"Whoa, whoa. Hey, look, I'm gonna burst through-"

Diego was interrupted by the sound of Y/N melting the lock. He looked around, realizing Allison was no longer in sight, and turned back to Five.

"You know what? It would be nice for people just to stick to-"

He was cut off again by the sound of Five spatial jumping.

"Hey, Diego! Want me to open the door for you?" Y/N teased from inside the house.

Diego frowned and, with a resolute sigh, leapt through the window, sending shards of glass scattering across the dull mat. Groaning, he found himself sprawled on the floor as Y/N rolled her eyes and stepped over him.

"The door was unlocked," Y/N said, smirking as Five opened the door with a satisfied grin.

"Well, my way worked just fine," Diego retorted, picking himself up as Allison shook her head.

"Spread out," Diego ordered, brushing pieces of glass off himself. "Yell if you, uh...you know, you're in trouble."

Y/N sighed, placing her hands in her pockets and kicking aside some glass as the group watched Diego trudge down the dark hallway.

"Ah, aspiring leadership," Five quipped.

"One of the greats," Allison agreed with a chuckle.

"One of the stupidest, too," Y/N muttered, heading up the stairs.

The house was eerily silent as they fanned out. The dim lighting cast long shadows, and the air was thick with the smell of dust and neglect. Y/N's footsteps were nearly silent on the creaky wooden floor as she ascended the stairs, her senses alert for any sign of Peabody or Vanya.

Downstairs, Five and Diego moved with practiced ease, checking each room methodically. Diego's frustration was palpable as he rifled through drawers and overturned furniture, searching for any clue that might explain Peabody's connection to Vanya and the impending apocalypse.

Five, ever the pragmatist, kept his eyes peeled for any signs of temporal anomalies or evidence of the Commission's involvement. His mind raced with calculations and contingency plans, all while trying to ignore the stabbing sensation on his side.

In the kitchen, Allison scanned the countertops and cabinets, her mind racing with worry for her sister. The silence of the house only amplified her anxiety, and she found herself second-guessing their approach. Was it right to come here so aggressively? Would it push Vanya further away?