You had barely made it back to the safe house before Five materialised in front of you, eyes dark and burning. His gaze swept over you and then flicked to Diego, who was coming up just behind you.

"Where the hell have you been?" He snapped, voice low but demanding.

You opened your mouth, but Diego answered first.

"Relax, little man. We had it under control-"

"Don’t call me that." Five’s glared. He was not having it. You had no idea what had gotten into him. He wasn't usually this...worked up over a mission.

Diego rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. Five didn’t even look at him.

"Get out."

"You serious?"

"Out." His tone was warning enough to not argue.

Diego rolled his eyes again and headed for the hall, glancing back at you once before disappearing through the door. It clicked shut softly, and you were alone with Five. The room suddenly felt too small, his gaze piercing you like a blade.

His voice was deceptively calm when he spoke, but you could hear the barely concealed rage underneath.

"Did something happen between you two?"

"What? No. Five-"

"Don’t. Do not lie to me right now."

"I’m not lying," You said quietly, but you were pretty sure he was past the point of reason. "Nothing happened. We just did the mission."

*He let out a disbelieving scoff. "Just the mission. You disappear for three hours. You come back looking like this-" he gestured to your slightly disheveled appearance, "with him standing there like he's- like you-"

He broke off, shoulders tensing, hands balling into fists so tight his knuckles turned white.

"I’ve spent all evening imagining worst case scenarios." he continued, "And not just you getting shot, or dying, or getting tortured." He let out a bitter scoff. "Honestly, that's easier. No, what really drives me insane is picturing you choosing him. Letting him be the one you trust. The one you-"

He cut himself off again, breathing unsteady, eyes absolutely livid. You were confused - surely he knew that you'd never do that. But apparently jealousy was overriding all his other thoughts.

"Don’t ever do that to me again. Don’t you ever leave like that and expect me to be standing here waiting while you pick someone else."

You opened your mouth to respond, to tell him to calm down and assure him that nothing like what he was thinking even came close to happening.

"Save it," he interrupted coldly. "I’m not in the mood to hear excuses. Or lies."

His expression twisted - a mixture of anger and something you could've sworn was heartbreak.

"I hope he's worth it."

And before you could take a step, before you could speak, blue light split the air, and he was gone.