Twelve years ago, Donald Davenport adopted a three-year old girl, Genevieve Nelson, after her father, Donald's best friend, had passed away. For twelve years, Donald has managed to keep his adoptive daughter out of all the bionic dangers.
However...
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Evie was sitting on the cyber desk, with Adam standing between her legs, as the two of them shared some sour skittles. Bree was sitting at Donald's desk on the phone, and Chase was standing at the control table, rolling his eyes as Evie and Adam laughed. "Caitlin, calm down, okay? Calm down." Bree said. Chase smiled, walking over and nudging his brother's shoulder, before motioning to their sister.
"Be right back." Adam whispered, pecking Evie's lips and handing her the packet of skittles. "M'kay." Evie mumbled as Chase and Adam walked over to Bree. "Yes, Caitlin, calm down!" Chase shouted, crouching in front of his sister. "Yeah, you need to chill out!" Adam yelled. Bree huffed, pushing them away. The two brothers laughed, doing a bro hug. Bree stood up and walked over to Evie, Adam and Chase following.
"Hey, Rodney breaks up with you every two weeks. That is, like, totally normal. No! No, don't cry, don't cry." Bree said. She then pulled the phone away from her ear. "Okay, scream. Screaming is good." She added. Evie pouted as she realized her skittles were gone. "Screaming is so good." Chase replied, before him and Adam took turns screaming.
Evie laughed, as she hopped off the cyber desk and intertwined her fingers with Adam's. Adam smiled down at her, kissing her temple. "I am so sick of you!" Bree shouted. "No, no, no! I'm not sick of you, Caitlin." She quickly added, walking over to the control table in front of the capsules.
