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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⁂𖣔 "𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙿𝙳𝙰." ⁂𖣔
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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅
The five teens and Donald were down in the lab. The bionic teens had glowing neck braces on, standing in a line. "Okay, now we'll check your bionic reflexes. First the left arm." Donald said, pressing a button on the table. "Ohh!" Adam groaned as Chase hit him in the face, while he hit Bree in the face. Chase saw Adam hold his nose and laughed.
Okay, now the right arm." Donald said, before Bree hit Adam and Adam hit Chase. "Oh, I hate this game!" Adam exclaimed. "Yeah, why do they need to stand so close?" Evie asked, rubbing her arms. Donald ignored the brunette as he spoke. "Okay, Adam. Well, you can sit this one out. I'll just do Bree and Chase." He said, before Bree and Chase both hit Adam in the face. "Seriously?" Evie asked, sending her father a glare.
She walked over, rubbing Adam's back, before pulling him away from his siblings, who were laughing at their older brother. "Come on, Big D, it's summer vacation! Let's hit the beach." Leo stated. "Yeah, and not my boyfriend." Evie hissed, glaring at the younger bionic teens, who were still laughing. "Slap on some shorts and show everyone your pasty little walking sticks!" Leo added.
"Not now, Leo. We're doing some routine bionic chip maintenance. Besides, this is fun, right, guys?" Donald asked. "Good times." "A blast." "Okay, are we done here?" The three of them said. Evie reached up, helping her boyfriend remove the neck brace. "I wanna go be normal for a while!" Bree exclaimed, taking her neck brace off, throwing it at the small table Donald was working at, causing it to spark.
