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It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance.
30 mins. Max. Easy. Get in, they'd steal some info about some rogue Commission people, then get out.
Well, that was according to the Time and Space's Best Assassin anyway.
Everything would always go right for the Hargreeves, right?
Wrong.
The Umbrella Academy might be good, but in their current predicament, Diego was out of knives, and Five was out of jumps.
Shit.
Numbers Two and Five were fighting the remaining two men. They were probably taller and heavier than Luther..on steroid or some pumped up chemical or some bad mojo juice. And the brothers were losing. Badly.
Shit! Diego thought when one of the men was pinning him down on the floor by his neck, choking him. Lucky for Diego, he could hold his breath for a long time. However, unluckily for Diego, the guy was actually trying to break his neck. Damnit.
"-Five!" He tried calling for his brother.
Five quickly looked over, with a crowbar in his hands, then continued hitting his opponent in his stomach with the metal.
"Shit! One second, Diego!" Five said, while hitting the much bigger man again and again.
Seeing Five struggling to bring the other guy down, Diego tried his best to kick the man off him. Or at least to release the man's hold over his neck. Unfortunately for Diego, with blood loss from a stab wound and the guy kneeing him at the same exact spot, it was not an easy task.
The knee went deeper into his wound. Diego bit his lips, not giving any satisfaction to his opponent. He clawed weakly at the man's face, although the action was futile.
Suddenly, he saw Five flying across his vision into the man straddling him, with a crowbar in his hand.
He was free! He took a deep breath (technically he didn't need to, but he did anyway) and massaged his neck softly. He could've broken his neck. Bastard.
He looked over, to the man who was fighting his brother previously. He was obviously dead, bleeding from his face, nose, neck and eyes, and his neck, bleeding, and at an odd angle.
"Jesus, Five," he whispered. He forgot how brutal his brother could be.
His neck, did Five j-
"Oof-" followed by a sound of a crowbar hitting a body.
Diego turned to look at his brother. Five was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, his hand on his side. The other man was now smugly holding the crow-
Shit! What the hell happened?
The man brought down the crowbar to Five's head. Five's eyes grew wide, Shit!, and threw his arm over his head to stop the motion. But the man was too strong for him and the crowbar hit his arm and head with a loud thunk.
"No! Five!". Diego got up and quickly hit the back of the agent's knee, attempting to bring him down. In the turn of event, it was Diego's turn now to choke the shit out of him, he thought smugly. Out of the corner of his eyes, Five was surprisingly still awake, eyes blinking slowly, holding his bleeding head with his uninjured arm. Slowly, he moved his eye to meet Diego's, then he nodded, preparing to get up. Diego also nodded, reluctantly.
That stubborn, stupid, pigheaded asshole, he mused distractly.
Suddenly, an elbow hit the side of his head. He gasped with a surprise and released his chokehold and fell to the floor.
Damnit, this is Five's fault!. Definitely his fault. Diego thought angrily. Black boots began kicking his chest, and Diego tried his best to curl and protect his ribs. it will be easy, like Peanut butter and marshmellow, in and out. 30 mins tops! he continued his musings, mocking Five. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs. Arghh! Great! Now his ribs are probably broken! God damnit!. he breathed frantically, curling even more, trying his best not to scream.
"Diego! Shit!" he heard Five screamed, "-get off him!". Like a monkey, Five jumped on his attacker's back. His bloody fingers clawing at the man's eyes, an attempt to blind the bigger man.
The kicking stopped. Diego opened his eyes. One of Five's fingers managed to scratch his eye bloody.
"Why, you little-!" the large man screamed. He reached backwards and pulled Number Five's hair, and threw him forward.
With a thud, Five landed on stomach, moaning weakly. The agent noticed the forgotten crowbar and bent over to take it. He smirked and walked slowly to the fallen Five.
"I thought it'd be harder to defeat the Great Number Five," the man boasted. He kicked Five in the stomach, flipped him over and sat him against the wall.
Diego, still laying on the floor, cradling his ribs, looked at his smaller brother anxiously. He didn't look good. Blood was freely flowing down his face and his injured arm, his eye was beginning to swell, slowly blinking, half closed. Like he was fighting to stay conscious.
They needed to leave. Right now. Five needed help. He himself needed help.
"Argh!" The agent screamed. His eyes were wide open as the agent hit the side of Five's head with the crowbar. The smaller boy's eyes rolled up. With a soft breath, he fell sideways against the wall, new blood flowing down the new wound.
Diego looked around with a panic, trying to find something to ....to....shit!. His 13-year old brother just got hit in the head with a crowbar twice.
There! A few metres from him, was a dead body with a knife in his eyes. Freaking Hell, Five. He quickly crawled to take it off the dead man. Silently, he threw it to the remaining agent. cmon! Hit his neck! Fuck! His knife plunged into the agent's shoulder instead.
He looked at Five laying on the floor bleeding, and thought to himself, fuck it. With a burst of energy (or rather adrenaline), he got up on both his feet and ran to the man. Diego kneed him in the groin and both began wrestling, rolling on the floor.
This time, however, luck was on Diego's side, Thank God! as his hand found the knife. Quickly and with a scream, he pulled it out, and brought it down in to the man's chest. Again. And again. With a hoarse "Fuck you!," Diego thrusted his knife down one last time, into his heart.
Shakily, with a deep breath, he crawled slowly to his brother and moved him into his lap.
Five was a mess. His head wounds were still bleeding. Diego had a right to be worried. A crowbar to a 13 year old boy's head (he could hear Five correcting him, HIS consciousness is 58), could lead to concussion? Fractured skull?
"Five, wake up!," Diego whispered, softly tapping his brother's cheek. Five was still out, but his face was scrunched in pain.
"Five! C-c-c-mon," in his stress, he began stuttering. "W-wa-wak-wake up,"
Shit! He could try carrying his smaller brother, but with his injured ribs?
How about we leave him here and get his car first, bring it closer? His thoughts suggested.
Good idea..but how about we leave him here. Wait, what. And why did his thought sound like Klaus.
No, bad idea. Let's not leave our brother here. Luther?
Five's gonna panic if he wakes up alone. No, carry him with you. Allison? Diego wondered.
Both of you need to come home quickly. Pretty sure your car is not that far...but hurry. A soft-spoken voice sounded like Vanya.
He looked around, half expecting his siblings to be here. But there were only him and Number Five. Great, now his head couldn't think coherently and was halluncinating. Gah, his head and chest hurt.
With an urgency and a deep breath, he put one arm under his brother's shoulder and another under his knees. Slowly, he began to carry him out of the place.
Diego was in pain. Everytime he inhaled or everytime he moved, it felt like someone was stabbing him.
Mind over freaking matter, bitch.
He began walking towards his car. Why did he agree to park his car so far! Damnit, he should've not listen to his brother. Next time, he would make his oldest youngest brother listen to him! That shitheel.
One step.
Another step.
Deep breath. He could feel Five's blood flowing down his arms
One more step. His body began to shake. In exhaustion. In pain.
C'mon, a few more steps!
One more st-
His foot hit the side of his car. Quickly, he searched for his keys while one arm holding Five.
Finally, something went right!
Diego opened his car door and gently laid his brother across the backseat. Checking to see his brother was still breathing, he then took the First Aid kit under the passenger seat.
"Okay, Five, I need you to stop bleeding all over my seat," With that, he took a piece of gauze and dabbed it on the bleeding wounds. He looked worried. When would the bleeding stop?
Tenderly, Diego wrapped Five's head with a bandage. At least it should stop the bleeding, right? Satisfied with his quick work, he went to the driver's seat and started the engine. He looked at the rearview mirror and said to the unconscious boy, "Let's get you home,"