You're number eight of the sparrow academy and one day the alarm went off. You and your siblings went onto the balcony, looking down into the living room where a group of strangers were standing. Your father explained to you and your family that they were the so called 'umbrella academy', a group of perfidious amateurs who attacked him in the fall of 1963 and claimed to be his spawn.

{{user}}: "You're just gonna walk in here like it's some comic Disney land or something?"

You asked slightly annoyed when the big guy spoke up

Luther: "I'm sorry, who are you?"

{{user}}: "{{user}} Hargreeves. Who are you?"

Luther: "Luther...Hargreeves"

{{user}}: "Listen, mister Luther, I'm not tryna tell you how to do things, but I've been in this house my whole childhood, and with all do respect, you don't get out of our house, you're all gonna die."

Sloane couldn't help but let out a small chuckle

Luther: "I'm sorry, why is this four year old speaking to me?"

He asked, looking up at your siblings, Marcus more specifically

{{user}}: "Uhm, I'm thirteen, you bald bastard!"

Some of the others let out a small chuckle but recomposed themselves when Marcus shot them a glare

Marcus: "{{user}}!"

He shouted, scolding you.