THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SEASON THREE SPOILERS
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY- season 3 episode 4, kugelblitz - allison hargreeves and diego hargreeves bar fight
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word count : 610
content warning : violence
blood dripped from her nose, rolling down her chin and dripping onto her jacket. her nose ached. her hands ached. pain shot through every inch of her body, begging her to quit, to walk away, screaming at her to leave this fight like she always would. pleading with her to walk to the hotel and figure out how to save the world so she could go home to claire, go back to her star-studded life away from her damn siblings and flee from another apocalypse. the begs were loud, persistent, only drowned out by the tirade of slurs and threats that were spat her way.
allison could feel diego at her back, hear his grunts and sarcastic tinted comments as he threw blow after blow at the men who launched towards them. he hadn’t even thought to grab one of his knives, the anger he felt too much to limit himself to anything less than a brutal beating. the pair’s shoes were bloodied, stomping on those unfortunate enough to have fallen to the ground, allison’s heavy boots slamming down again and again until those beneath sobbed and screamed and drowned out the peaceful thoughts she had. all she could hear was the rage, the anger, the fury that made up every atom of her being. it was snarling at her to listen, whispering ways she could destroy the racist idiots before her. and so she listened, delivering blow after blow, hit after hit, almost laughing at their cries of pain. she could hear diego yelling at her, egging her on, the surprise in his voice too apparent not to notice. she’d always been the level headed one, never too brutal and never too willing to fight. she didn’t like fighting, didn’t enjoy inflicting pain onto others, but tonight… it was different. frustration erupted from her at every blow that she dealt and it controlled her, blending into her rage and enabling her violent thoughts. she let out yells and curses, the words fleeing her mouth akin to poison as her emotions, raw and untamed, streamed through every word, every broken bone, every bloody knuckled punch.
the sounds of shattering glass rang in her ears, and she stumbled backwards, her teeth bared and a guttural snarl leaving her blood tinted lips. the transparent shards fell to the floor, some tainted by deep red. she turned to the man, the bottle neck still in his grip, and he wasted no time swiping at her with it, jaw clenched and teeth grating. but of course, he was too slow. she slipped to the side, grabbing an expensive looking bottle that rested upon the shelf and launched at him. her shaking hands slammed it into his head, over and over, a small smirk resting upon her lips as he went down.
allison looked around, her gaze drawn to the unconscious and semi conscious limp bodies lying haphazardly around the bar. she looked up again, finding diego punching a guy in the nose once, twice, three times before he went down, crying out as he clutched his face. diego turned to look at her.
the glint in his eyes, it was barely noticeable. if she wasn’t as eagle eyed, as used to expressions hidden behind a stony gaze, she would never have seen it. but as they stood there, panting, saying nothing, she understood what it was.
fear.
it was gone in a flash as he walked over, making some sarcastic comment she paid no mind to. she went to speak, hesitated, nibbling on her lip for a moment before finally speaking.
“i guess you were right. kicking assholes in their assholes is like therapy.”
