#umbrellaxfree

ryder is picking up abigail again for the third day in a row. tom was out on a run and honestly, ryder had always had a soft spot for the younger girl. she wasn’t that old, pretty blonde hair and blue eyes - partly, he’d been mistaken as her father a few times when he watched her. tom was a good guy and he wasn’t going to stress the man about finding someone that would ensure she got to school and was given all day care around the clock.

One thing was clear, his blue eyes weren’t always focused on the counter on his arm, that weird, awkward timer everyone seemed to have. He was wearing long sleeved shirts often, just because he felt so weirded out about knowing when he would meet his soulmate... knowing he was surely the worst option possible. And did he want to do this to someone? Could he keep a meeting from happening? He was walking a neighbors dog for a little bit of cash, smoking a cigarette.... and it was only accidentally that his gaze dropped to his arm, maybe he had felt a tingly sensation there too. “Oh... shit. I mean... hi.” He cleared his throat. Oh didn’t he mean to avoid that?

Solanine shook his head and furrowed his brows a little, the male didn’t like seeing the other so upset. He knew having powers was such a big deal with the Umbrella Academy but at the same time he didn’t have to have certain quirks to be special. “Hey..hey..shh..” He cooed softly.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself..maybe your powers will develop late, not everyone is the same..” Solanine wasn’t sure what to really say in this moment, he just knew the male in front of him wasn’t doing well. Gently he wrapped his arms around the smaller and gave him a comforting hug, squeezing slightly.

Lee was being considered for a job with the Kingsmen, even though he wasn’t from the UK.  It was his powers that did it.  They had discovered his entire family had them, and that his on was invisibility.  A terribly wonderful asset if they ever did find one.

Eggsy was his sponsor.

“Pizza is okay.”

Lee looked at the pizza before him.  He wasn’t in the mood.

“Steak is better.”

“And I’m absolutely lacking in experience with flirting.  So you get the bullshit my brother’s taught me.  I’m Elizabeth.  Uh...Lizzy.”

The witch is blushing a bit.

“What’s your name...if you don’t mind me asking.”

The young man was grace, exemplified. Steve couldn’t help but stare as the other moved hips and body to the old Heart song playing on the pub’s jukebox. There was no dance floor. There wasn’t even a lot of people in the small neighborhood bar, where Steve’d stopped in for a cold beer. Just a few quite afternoon drinkers, most not even noticing the boy dancing by the pool table in the back. 

But Steve had noticed. 

He spied an almost-finished glass of a light beer on a small table by the boy. It gave him an idea. Maybe hitting on someone, a clearly young someone, and a man, even, wasn’t the smartest move for a superhero hiding from the law. But he hadn’t had a real conversation with someone for almost three weeks, and the loneliness was getting to him. 

And he couldn’t deny an attraction to this stranger. 

He ordered a pale ale, and hoped for the best, standing up from the bar, and moving over to the back of the pub. “Hey buddy,” he called out sofly to the boy. “I seem to have found an extra beer in my hand, here,” he said, holding up the second glass with a polite smile. “Care for a drink?”

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