knife_bender | MHA #2 Sunday Morning

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MHA #2 Sunday Morning

Yesterday had been uneventful for Diego, and he only minimally teased Annie about somehow getting roped into teaching before going back to his place and doing what they usually did when they were alone together. He probably should have known that an average day was just a prelude to a truly weirdass day.

Right now however everything was calm and quiet and Diego was fast asleep with an arm and a leg flopped over Annie because being unconscious would not stop the cuddling.

[For two!]

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Yeah he was not jealous that Five was Dad's age. Gross.

"So, what, you disappear for thirty years and just randomly decide to come back and break into my apartment?" Diego said, moving closer so he could push Five out of the way of his goddamn Poptarts. "Dude, get out of my shit."

This was gonna end in a slap fight.

You know what, Annie still had a bunch of questions - like, starting with why Five was a little boy and not sixty or whatever he was claiming? But she could feel the impending slap fight, and plus this was the first of Diego's siblings she'd met, and no matter how unexpected it was, she had to try.

"It's very nice to meet you, Five." And it looked like a bad time to attempt a handshake, so she just waved, looking incredibly weirded about this whole thing despite her better efforts.

Five teleported just out of Diego's reach with the box of Poptarts, treating his brother very much like the minor annoyance that he was.

He eyed Annie for a minute, clearly taking stock of her and her place here. And then immediately dismissing her. Sorry, Annie. You got the least friendly one!

"What year is it for you?" he demanded of his brother. With a Poptart half in his mouth.

"Sorry, he's an asshole," Diego said to Annie. "He's always been like that."

He then pointed a finger at Five. "And you don't get to ask me questions, especially when you come in after sixteen years looking like you haven't hit puberty yet."

"It's 2021." Annie really wanted Five to like her, okay? Even if he was an asshole. "And...I could go?"

She wasn't moving to leave, like, at all, because she wanted to see all this play out, but she felt like she had to offer out of politeness.

"That would be ideal," Five replied brightly, lifting the other half of his Poptart in a toast. "And Dad got one thing right. Time travel is... unpredictable when done without the aid of technology."

"No, she gets to stay seeing as she's actually wanted here." Diego did get some satisfaction knowing Five had to deal with thirty-something years with the knowledge that Dad was right about something. He knew how much that sucked.

"It is 2021 here," Diego said. "But it's 2019 back home."

In the city with no name.

You know, wherever that was!

"Can I help with anything?" You know, so she'd have something to do besides just openly watch them argue? "I could heat those up," she added, gesturing to the Poptarts. With the toaster, not her hands.

The coffeemaker was clearly a lost cause, which was a shame because she would really like some coffee at a minimum to deal with this whole thing right now.

"Oh god, you're dating mom," Five realized after a moment.

Diego actually flushed a little bit. "I am not!"

Yeah, okay, maybe he should have asked Annie to leave. Too late now.

"He is not, and you're rude," Annie decided, kind of deciding that maybe she didn't need Five to like her that bad. At least for now. Plus it was kind of hard to take anything Five said seriously because he was a child (if a very articulate and old-acting child.) And also she was sort of flattered to be compared to their mom since she seemed nice!

But, like, not touching the Oedipal implications there with a ten-foot pole. "You can just eat it cold, then, never mind."

Wait until she learned more about Allison and Luther!

"He really is," Five replied with a vaguely amused huff of laughter. "Have you seen the others?"

"Klaus," Diego replied, wandering back over to Annie's side before he did something like punch his brother. He brushed his fingers and against her hand but didn't actually take it because, you know, if she wanted to do something like punch Five he wouldn't exactly complain.

"Do you know about Ben?"

Annie was kind of considering it! Though, fortunately, she didn't need proximity or even both hands if she got annoyed enough at Five to do something about it, and if Diego was going to bring up Ben then she was just going to go ahead and take that hand and squeeze it lightly.

Not only because this whole situation was this whole situation and Annie herself needed a little support, but also because - like, holy shit, this must be crazy for Diego. While she had known that Five disappeared when they were kids, she had kind of figured that for more of a...sad thing? Like Ben? And not, like, an angry thing?

Also it was just now occurring to her that all the other Hargreeves siblings had normal names in addition to the numbering thing, and it was kind of weird that Five seemed to just be Five?

Good. Then he still had time to fix this. They'd all been together when they'd died.

"Yes," Five replied, expression sobering a bit at the reminder. "Vanya's book--"

Well, he had mixed feelings on it.

"Fuck Vanya's book," he said, sparing a quick glance at Annie. Because he hadn't mentioned that book for a reason and now it was out in the open.

"What are you even doing here, Five?" Diego said. "Why don't you go visit Dad, he's been pining for you."

Well. He put up a portrait anyway.

"Vanya wrote a book?" Mostly a rhetorical question, but wow, that really helped clear up at least a little of Annie's pity for poor Vanya, since - yeah, no, did not sound like she'd exactly cleared it with everyone.

And now she was just going to squash down the immediate temptation to find and read that book.

Five's mouth pulled down into an unhappy little line as he tilted his chin up to regard Diego for a moment longer. "Nice to see nothing changed with you," he finally said after a moment. "And yes, our sister decided to share all the gory details of how we were raised with the world at large."

"All while framing it around how sad her life was," Diego said. "Like she had it so much worse than us."

Yeah it was terrible getting to miss out on the forced tattoos and being responsible for your brother's death. Just so terrible.

It did sound incredibly isolating to be Vanya, given what Annie had heard about their childhood. But Annie was also instantly sure that writing that book had just made that chasm between Vanya and her siblings all the bigger.

Even if Vanya did totally have a unique perspective on the whole thing. And it was probably kind of an interesting book - nope. Not even entertaining that thought.

"What a shitty way to deal with it. She could've just gotten therapy," she noted with a little sigh, and you know what, now she wanted a Poptart because this was all stressing her out, so don't mind her reaching for them, Five.

Five made a face at the suggestion of therapy that Diego probably mirrored. As they were all ridiculous about such things.

And, since she wasn't throwing knives at him, he graciously didn't teleport away until she had one in hand.

Therapy? Who needed that? Nobody with the last name Hargreeves that was for sure.

"You still haven't answered my question." Though he wasn't as sounding as angry now that Five had let Annie get a Poptart instead of biting at her hand like a rabid raccoon.

Lest Annie allow anyone to fall under the false impression that she was the normal one here, she was just going to quietly start toasting her Poptart with her hand instead of the toaster.

Which meant her eyes were glowing and the fridge was humming a little weirdly in response, but you know. It at least gave her something to do with her hands.

(Also they all needed therapy. All of them. Even Grace. Even Pogo.)

He could pretend to human properly for short periods of time!

"Which question, Diego?" He side-eyed the Poptart toasting thing for a moment. "Are you actually dating mom?"

Because that might have been something Grace could do, you know.

He ignored that remark because damn it he was not dating mom.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Here on this island, bothering me."

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