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‘’People are particularly stupid today, I can’t talk to any more of them. ’’ Melinda muttered under her breath as she left school for the day. She didn’t speak much to others but when she did she ended up regretting it. No one seemed to bother to ask how she was. Getting used to this new place was difficult. Walking down the sidewalk, she tried to avoid bumping into the others around her but she tripped, her books falling out of her arms.

Diego was walking past, making his way back to that little bar he'd seen earlier after hours of searching for his siblings. He sighed as he joined the crowd, everyone pushing and trying to slip past one another to move down the block faster. He hated it. Glaring at someone who nudged him, he almost missed the sound of books hitting the concrete and scattering over the clamor of feet and the scattered conversations. With a sigh, he threw an overall glare at everyone, daring them to say something as he stooped to gather books.

“You alright?” His voice was a little rough, but he'd had a long day already and just wanted a drink before continuing his search. He glared at someone who almost stepped on a book, snatching it up and making them move away even faster. The lack of empathy from everyone who stepped around them made him frown, but he knew he shouldn't expect any different.

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She’s got her nose deep into the books at the local library studying on some stuff for her classes first projects. She wanted to give them exotic things to learn about, not just your usual history class or the like. She was totally into the zone of reading so when she grabbed for her water bottle and grabbed the person’s next to her she gasped. “Shit sorry. Didn’t mean to take yours.” 

Diego knew it was a long shot, no really, he did, but he couldn't help but think of the anger he'd have if Five was in there. With a heavy sigh, Diego pulled the library's door open and marched in. Searching every row and each corner, hoping to see that ridiculous sight of a drunk thirteen year old snoozing away. He made his way around twice before resigning himself to the fact that he wasn't there.

A small noise of annoyance escaped him as he dropped his bag next to the next available seat and plopped down. He leaned his head back, eyes closed for a moment before pulling a bottle of water from the bag and downing half. Recapping and placing it on the table, he rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb. Where else.. where else..? Maybe a bar? That'd be Klaus, maybe Luther. He cursed himself at that moment for not knowing much about where his siblings frequented. Was there a doughnut shop in town?

A small huff of amusement escaped him as he dropped his hand. Before he could think anymore about his situation, he heard the slight crinkle of plastic. He didn't think anything of it until he heard the girl's voice. Eyes popping open, he gave her a tight smile. “It's alright, I have extras anyway.” He gave his bag a gentle kick, making the plastic bottles slosh and crinkle as they resettled. He looked at the girl for a beat before starting again. “Say, you wouldn't have happened to see a kid about thirteen in a school uniform with an emblem on it, would you? He has the disposition of a grouchy fifty-eight-year-old, might have been downing coffee.”

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One day at a time. It was something he had not only been told but repeated to himself more times than he could count. Everyone from rehab therapists to fellow addicts in shitty court-appointed meetings had said it, but on some days the span of 24 hours was too much. Some days, all he could handle were minutes or seconds at a time. Today was one of those days.

The bang was simple and sudden but that was all it took. Gone was the busy street. Gone was the pathetic bag of hot Cheetos he dared to call lunch. He was at war. Guns fired around him. Explosions shook the ground he stood on. He could feel dirt and blood caked on his skin.

He would never be clean again.

Screams echoed in his ears. An explosion ripped his attention away from yet another fallen soldier.

The bag fell–

The gun was so heavy in his hands. He gripped it tighter, knuckles aching.  He didn’t want to shoot but he had no choice.

They aren’t human. That’s what they said but they sure did scream like they were. They bled like they were. His hands shook but his aim was good. Good enough to keep him alive.

He would never forget their faces.

A sob fell from Klaus’ lips as he moved, stopping only when he felt his back press against something solid. A wall? A tree?

It was deafening.

The pungent odor of blood and napalm hung so thick in the air, he was sure he would never smell anything else again. He covered his ears –He clutched the gun.

He wanted to go home.

The only problem was, home now had two strong hands and a heartbeat.

He was going to die here.

Diego was searching, for something, someone, anything, anyone familiar. Waking up with no siblings, not knowing when or where he was? He did what anyone else woul+d and took off in search of the familiar. Walking down the street, glaring at anyone who dared to bump him or looked like they might, he gave a cheeky but threatening grin of teeth to some who gave him a look back. He wasn't sure where his brothers and sisters were, but so long as they existed now and near, he'd find them.

He'd almost missed him but when he heard someone snap, “Watch it!” he couldn't help but look. Spotting the mess of long, thin limbs with the same green army vest, those damn pants, and that mop of hair, his breathing stopped. He found someone and though, he might not say it, he was thankful he found Klaus first. Klaus was safe, though that feeling of certainty and relief over the thought quickly dissolved. Something was wrong. He watched as his brother backed up as he curled in on himself, back hitting the wall as his hands clamped over his ears. Even from there, Diego saw the way fingertips pressed tight to his skull.

Diego stood frozen for a fracture of a second, just long enough for a man to bump into him and bark at him to 'fucking move.' Diego turned to snarl back but seeing the man's look of fear at his expression he decided he didn't matter as much. Turning on his heel, he moved toward Klaus, something about this seeming awfully familiar.

“Klaus? Hey, Klaus,” he called out as he moved forward, ducking slightly to try and make eye contact when no response came. Seeing his brother's eyes clenched shut, the firm line of his mouth tightened. What was this? There was another try to get his brother's attention with his name before realization struck. His father had told them about this, what to do when civilians who were caught up in their missions panicked and shut down, how to get them responsive and to safety. An anxiety attack. His mind began to rush in information, what to try and do, memories of his father's stern voice and standing as far from Luther as possible, no, focus. “Klaus,” his voice was low in volume and soft but it almost sounded like a command. Comforting but authoritative, you're in charge and you are the help they need. Right.

He reached out an placed his hands on Klaus's shoulders and said his name again. “Come on, I need you to look at me, okay?”

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{ david castañeda , cismale, he/him, the umbrella academy } i’d like to welcome ( diego hargreeves ) to browning harbor.  i’ve heard a rumor that the ( thirty ) year old ( bounty hunter ) has ( all ) of his memories.  friends describe him as ( protective ) and ( abrasive ) { simon, 20, est, he/him }

Diego Hargreeves' biological mother became pregnant with him on the 12th hour of October 1st, 1989, just like 42 other mothers

Unfortunately, after giving birth to him, his mother, like 6 others, essentially sold him to Sir Reginald Hargreeves, an eccentric billionaire. Reginald had made it his mission to collect as many of these babies as he could

He got 7 of them, including Diego, although he wasn't originally called that

When he adopted the children, he “named” them by numbers and Diego was Number 2, later also called The Kraken before finally being just Diego

All 7 children had gifts of some kind and Diego's came in the form of the ability to manipulate projectiles but it acts more as absolute accuracy. He never misses and is able to make them move in ways others could never dream to

Diego can be quite brash and impulsive and can get himself into trouble by making quick, not fully thought out decisions

He's led heavily by his emotions. He rushes into getting revenge for Patch without a proper plan and into other situations without trying to stop and think through the strategic side of it

He has an intense rivalry with his brother Luther and is constantly trying to prove himself as better

He's is definitely a mama's boy. He loves her so much and it broke his heart to deactivate her and when he got her back for her to end up in the house's rubble

Had a stutter as a child that can still come out with great emotions

He's angry with Vanya for publishing her book but it's based in hurt and a feeling of betrayal

He fully recognizes how awful their father was to them, that's not how you raise children, and if that's the best you can do, you shouldn't be the guardian or parent of the child/children

Patch's death angered and hurt him deeply and he was willing to risk life and limb to get revenge for her

He was a vigilante after at some point leaving the police academy

He works at and lives in a boxing gym

He's a bit of a kinky boy (based on the snippet of dialogue between Patch and him over the getup)

He once told Klaus, when they were little, that if he licked a nine-volt battery, it would give him pubes

He cares a lot about his siblings but worries the most over Klaus and for good reason

He had definitely seen Klaus every here and there during the timetable of all of the siblings (bar Klaus and Ben) being separate

When he hears a dead junkie has been found that might match Klaus's description or no description is given over the police scanner, he goes to check with his heart in his throat(heard or saw somewhere but I definitely think this is true)

Once ate a raw egg to assert dominance

Threw himself through the window on an unlocked door because who the hell leaves the door unlocked????

Is a bit of an asshole (but I love him anyway)

“My body is a temple”

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Opens his door with a knife (like every time)

Emotionally stunted because you can be a Hargreeves without that trait to some extent

“a little hard to trust anyone who wears corduroy”

He has the greatest dance moves

Had his life saves by Klaus Ben

Picks his battles... The only problem is he picks them all

Wants to help and protect everyone

Is Terrified™ of needles

Loves smiley fave pancakes from Mom

100% dawdles a bit when Klaus needs a ride so he'll have time to show up

He's very much ride-or-die with people he cares for