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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄 // 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑
❝A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Allen.❞ He was raised to be, if anything, polite. Mild mannered at best. Taught not to question authority and to do what was told of him by the man behind the Umbrella Academy. He was… Glad to be out of that situation, to put it lightly. Most of his siblings had been out of the superhero lifestyle for years, now. Ben had gotten out at seventeen following a near death experience. Diego while not a member of the Academy was still out there as the vigilante known as the Kraken. Klaus had left. Allison was a famous movie actress. Vanya, while not part of the Academy, had left and become a world class violinist. The only one that remained, was Luther.
The talk about infinite worlds, infinite doppelgangers caught his attention. Back when he’d merely been number Six, he’d spoken to number Five about theories he’d read. Five was a genius to put it lightly. And Five had left shortly after the debut of the Umbrella Academy all those years ago. ❝—Well, yes. I suppose so. The theory of the multiverse is as renowned as Schrödinger’s cat. There could be infinite worlds parallel to our own. But, I’m speaking about there actually being studies of seven near identical strangers at any given time, right in our own world.❞ He rushed to reply, Barry’s question about which Earth he was from had been turning the gears in his head since he’d heard it.
❝I’m assuming by your questioning about which Earth I’m from, that you’re not speaking about theoretical worlds but actual worlds. That being said, have I faded to obscurity already?❞ When he was a teenager, he and his siblings had been in magazines and news articles. The Umbrella Academy this, the Umbrella Academy that. ❝That’s honestly a relief! Odd question but, when’s your birthday…? I was sort of serious about the Parent Trap thing. We look like we could be twins.❞
lips twist at the formality, but he remains quiet as fingers toy with the lid of his cup, running along the edge in an absent minded fashion. every moment that passes during this conversation, barry grows more curious. there was something extremely odd about this entire situation, and barry rakes through his mind trying to find a possible explanation for this. he’s never heard of a doppelganger who shared the same face but had a different name, though with multiple earths, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was what was happening right now. or maybe, the idea of an identical stranger isn’t too far from the truth?
❛ fade to obscurity? what, were you like a celebrity once upon a time? ❜ underneath the humour lies a slight scrutiny. it’s the scientist in him, always ready and wanting to debunk the latest mysteries, to proof what exists and what doesn’t. sitting in front of him is a new case that’s been gift wrapped for him, and barry is determined to uncover the truth of it. he considers the question for a moment, and the idea of twins makes barry laugh. ❛ march thirteenth, though i don’t think we’re twins. ❜ what he doesn’t say is that he couldn’t imagine being a twin. all his life he’s been an only child, so the idea that he might have a hidden twin he hadn’t known about? he didn’t even want to entertain the possibility.
❛ so, you’re not from central city, are you? ❜ it may be a big city, but with the job he has, and the fact that barry can run around the entirety of the city hundreds of times in the span of a minute, he is certain he’s never seen the other man before.
@eldritchianhorror.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
She very nearly sags with relief, walks past him to stand awkwardly inside his room. “Thanks. I know I haven’t tried anything since that night, but I just wanted to be sure. Hal didn’t wake up the last time.” While it’s by no means Hal’s fault it’s better, she thinks, to be safe than sorry. She didn’t know how far they were from the edge of the ship — she’d made it a point not to go looking for it in case she really was sleepwalking.
“I was actually thinking you could…” Spit it out, Astoria. “… Take the bed too. I mean it’s your room, and the bed is wide enough I think, I could just turn away? I don’t want to do anything with you, it would just…” Catching herself before she can make things worse, she huffs in exasperation, dropping her gaze to the floor to hide the furious blush blooming on her face. “I think it would be harder for me to get out of bed and jump into the sea … if you were lying down beside me.”
the sigh he offers as a response is filled with disappointment, though he can’t really fault his best friend. it’s good that at least one of them has some semblance of a good night’s sleep on this trip of theirs. barry closes the door behind them and is about to head for the couch when her voice stops him. the speed at which he turns is almost comical, and he stumbles backwards slightly, though with how small the cabin in, there isn’t much distance he can get between them.
❛ n—no, that’s not. i mean, i wasn’t thinking that you were going to do anything. i mean, obviously, i wasn’t thinking that. and you don’t have to worry about me doing anything, because i wouldn’t, either. ❜ he finally stops the rambling and shuffles closer to the bed. the cool air from earlier is long gone now, replaced with an awkward atmosphere, one that settles between them. after what seems like forever, he finally reaches the edge of the bed and turns to astoria, a half smile still present on his features. ❛ feel free to take whichever side you prefer. ❜
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑.
@isjustice asked ‘ it’s not the past if it’s not finished . ’
‘‘–Which is precisely the problem, Barry. ’’ They’d been running in circles, the two of them. Participants in an endless cycle, no beginning, no end. That was the greatest problem with time travel; when you became so intertwined with it, it was impossible to tell who was at fault. Perhaps Barry had hated him first, or perhaps he was right all along. Chicken or the egg. Flash or his reverse.
He had been running for so long now, defined by a past that was his future that was his past, fighting so hard against it only to find himself playing the role fate had written for him. Plan after plan, scheme after scheme, failure after failure. Was he simply destined to lose? Destined to play the role of the bad guy? To inflict pain and feel it in return?
Well, whatever story destiny had in store for him– He wasn’t playing anymore.
He’s not entirely sure of the path that led him to this moment, to this realization. Perhaps it was fate giving him one last surprise before the end, perhaps it was simply the exhaustion of it all finally catching up to him. Didn’t matter, not anymore.
‘‘ The past may not be finished, but I am. ’’ Fingers fiddle with the ring that rested on a gloved finger, brows furrowed as he struggled to find the words. An admission, not only to him but to himself. ‘‘ I’ve spent many years, so many years, hating you, Barry. The two of us hating each other– Not without cause, on either ends.’’ He gives a little shake of the head, gaze turning to the side to look outside the window of the Waverider, to the all too familiar blue planet below them.
Perhaps that’s what he was given– perspective.
‘‘ All that we’ve been through, all that we have lost…It cannot go on like this. I suppose the impending end of the Multiverse is as good a time as any to say- I can’t hate you anymore, Barry. I can’t hate myself anymore. I’m letting go. ’’
every race has an end. nobody can run forever, even those that were blessed with lightning that coursed through their veins, the ones whose feet moved at speeds that were unfathomable to the naked eye. there came a time, eventually, to just stop. to stop running, to catch a breath, to take a step back. and this was their stopping point. fate had dealt them a twisted deck; they were intersecting lines, going in different directions, yet always meeting at one point or another. two sides of the same coin, existing on the same plane yet never seeing eye to eye.
but the thing about fate? it could be changed. rewritten, altered, removed. neither of them were strangers to the concept of moulding destiny; they’d defied the laws of speed and time like it was nothing, taking pieces of the past and the future and polishing its edges, changing it into something different. and this was one of those pieces.
for as long as barry has been the flash, he’s always had the seed of anger planted at the man whose history is so intertwined with his, festering into hatred and resentment. but eventually, there came a time to let go.
had there not been the oncoming threat of the end of the multiverse lingering over them, barry would’ve laughed at the conversation at hand. they were written in history books to be the opposites of each other; while one represented good and hope, the other evil and fear, yet here they were, agreeing with one another, and even fighting on the same side of this fight. who knew all they needed to bury the hatchet was a crisis.
❛ i've spent so long hating you that sometimes, i don’t know if i can not hate you. ❜ he says it offhandedly, fingers ghosting over the keyboard of the ship, and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, a defeated sigh escapes and barry lifts his head from the screen. ❛ but you are right, thawne. this has gone on too long; it’s time to leave the past where it belongs -- behind. ❜