Kidnapped by the commission at a young age, due to being a risk to the timeline. The Handler had attempted to kill her once but failed, so to even things out she kept Echo locked up for 43 years. After many babysitters and commission workers looking...
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"'Home?' This isn't your home."
"What are you talking about." Allison hunted, "This is the Umbrella Academy."
"Wrong again. This is the Sparrow Academy." Footsteps approaching from above caught all the attention, new silhouettes glaring from the balcony.
"Dad, who the hell are these assholes?" A homey faced approached, bitter tone.
"Shit." The Umbrella Academy plus friend cursed.
Klaus grinned, the male that had been attached to his hip for the past decade finally here in the flesh, or so they thought, "Ben."
Luther advanced to the puzzled man, "Is that really you?"
"And who are the weirdos on the balcony?" Diego yelled up to the looming crew who observed them.
"They are the Sparrows." Sir Hargreeves informed, "My children." the whole room began to rumble, like the start of an earthquake, or Echo's poor stomach, the whole situation was making her incredibly hungry.
"I'm sorry." Five furrowed his brows at the father, "What do you mean, you're children. That's not possible, old man."
"Of course it is." Reginald proved, "I think I'd know, wouldn't I?"
"Everyone else can see Ben, right?" Klaus checked as the rest of the Sparrows joined them downstairs.
"Cute hat, Sundance." The out of character Ben remarked.
"They call themselves the Umbrella Academy," Sir Hargreeves taught his new timeline children, "A group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned, they claim to be my spawn."
"Not me." Echo putted her lip, "I'd rather eat a nail, than be a Hargreeves."
"Claim?" Allison turned to her 'father,' then to her young 'old' brother, "Look, Five, what the hell is going on?"
"I don't know yet," The boy didn't help, "But it's concerning."
"Is he telling the truth." The strong Sparrow questioned.
"Not the part about us being perfidious." Vanya denied.
"No, we're amateur-fidous, at best." Klaus summed.
"But we are his children. This is our house."
"Yeah, yeah. We, uh...grew up here." Luther stretched.
One male in the back of the new family, who's face appeared to be melting, mocked the man, "'Yeah, we grew up here.'"
"I kind of think we would have notice you." the sweet woman, with a lighter hair commented.
