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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"How many of my suggestions do you think they used?" Leo asked. "Evie shrugged. "Honestly...I think my father would do something stupid and throw your suggestions out the window, or they won't even know you gave suggestions. Or both." She replied. Evie and Leo were sitting in the lab, waiting for Donald and the bionic teens to get back from a mission.
Evie was sitting on the cyber desk, while Leo sat in Donald's desk chair next to her. "No." Evie said, smacking Leo's hand away from her bowl of Cheez-Its. Evie went back to scrolling through her phone. Leo glanced over at her before, slowly reaching his hand back out. "No." She said, smacking his hand away again. "Oh, come on!" Leo huffed, slouching down in his chair.
"Oh yeah!" Adam cheered, causing Evie and Leo to look over as the four of them entered the lab, from the back room. "Great work. Flawless execution. Now that is how you lead a mission." Donald said. "Why thank you." Chase smiled, while Donald walked over to his daughter, kissing her temple, before taking a handful of her Cheez-its. "Really?" Leo asked, looking over at Evie with a board look. Evie just shrugged, grabbing a few Cheez-its for herself.
"I was talking about me." Donald replied, mouth full of Cheez-its. "Ooh! Cheese flavored crackers! My favorite!" Adam exclaimed, running over, standing between Evie's legs as she popped a few Cheez-its into his mouth. "But every Olympic podium needs a bronze and a silver." Donald said, swallowing his food, before patting Adam's shoulder and pointing to Chase.
