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 "𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎́!" ⁂𖣔
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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅
Evie and Leo were sitting at the latter's mission specialist desk, playing Uno. The brunette girl furrowed her brows in concentration as she waited for Leo to play a card. She had one cart left while Leo had three. Leo looked up at her as he slowly laid down his card. A smile of victory slowly made its way onto his face as he moved his hand, revealing a 'draw four' card. "Red." He said, laughing to himself. "Evie sighed, reaching for the draw pile before she stopped, smirking. "How about blue." She replied, setting down her last card, a 'draw four'.
Leo's mouth dropped open in shock. "What?! No!" He screeched. Evie jumped to her feet. "Ha! Take that Fish Face!" She cheered, dancing slightly. "No! You won every game!" Leo cried. Evie shrugged. "You just suck at Uno." She retorted. Leo huffed, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. Donald, who stood on the other side of the lab at the cyber desk, laughed. "Seriously, Leo. You should've known by now what her last card was. It's been the same for the past five games." He said.
Leo went to respond, but the back doors opening and the three bionic teens entering the room, cheering, stopped him. "This isn't over. I want a re-match." He whispered. Evie just shrugged. "Okay. And I'm bring you tissues for when you lose and start to cry...again." she replied, handing him a tissue. Leo scoffed before taking it and wiping his teary eyes.
"Guys, that was awesome. You just prevented the biggest oil spill in history." Leo gushed, throwing the tissue away. "Pretty slick, huh?" Chase said, trying to be funny. "If only we could've prevented that disaster of a pun." Evie stated, shaking her head. "Hey, uh, Mr. Davenport, anything you'd like to say to us, rhymes with, 'good job'?" Bree asked, as Donald walked over to them.
