Harper Wilson, 15-year-old, having discovered her best friend, Leo Dooley's inventor stepdad has three bionic, super-powered teens living cloistered in a secret lab beneath his home, brings them out into the world.
• Season 1-4
• Chase Davenport x f...
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At the Davenport mansion, the group of teenagers gathered in the living room. Harper's eyes immediately lit up with curiosity as they entered the space, her attention drawn to an object draped under a grey tarp in the middle of the room.
"Hey, guys, check this out. I picked this up at auction today, and it only cost me a million dollars." Mr. Davenport announced with a grin, clearly proud of his latest acquisition.
Harper and Chase stood side by side, exchanging intrigued glances as they all circled around the mysterious object, eyes wide in anticipation.
"For a sheet?" Adam asked, clearly not understanding the hype. "Boy, I guess I'd better start saving up if I'm gonna be a ghost for Halloween."
"It's a painting, Adam, by a very famous artist named Von Schtopp." Mr. Davenport explained, a little too enthusiastically. He pulled the tarp away with a flourish. Beneath it was a colorful abstract painting, bursting with warm hues and chaotic, swirling shapes.
"Hmm." Leo mused, raising an eyebrow. "I wish I would have been there to 'Von Schtopp' you from buying it."
Harper stifled a chuckle, covering her mouth, while Mr. Davenport shot Leo a glare.
"What is it?" Adam inquired.
"It's abstract art, Adam. It's whatever you think it is." Mr. Davenport explained.
Bree tilted her head as she studied the painting intently. "I think it's a crying woman."
Harper pursed her lips thoughtfully. "It kinda looks like two bears fighting over a fish."
"I think it's a storm at sea." Chase added, his arms crossed as he examined the swirls of color.
"I think someone just blew a million bucks." Leo quipped.
Before anyone could respond, Mr. Davenport's phone rang loudly, cutting through the tension in the room.
Mr. Davenport pulled it from his pocket, giving a dramatic point to himself. "That's me. Davenport Industries." He said, before answering with a professional tone "Hello? Uh-huh. Oh, boy. All right." After a brief pause, he hung up and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like I've got to put out a fire at work."
"What happened?" Chase asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Betty from accounting got her head caught in the positron collider again." Mr. Davenport explained, shrugging as if it was a regular Tuesday.
Harper's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Again?"
"Yeah, that's gonna be messy." Mr. Davenport remarked as he headed toward the front door. "Can you guys put that in the art vault for me?"
Leo turned to Mr. Davenport, his expression one of disbelief. "Wait, you have an art vault?"
"When are you guys gonna learn? I have a everything." Mr. Davenport chuckled. "But whatever you do, do not touch the Davenportraits."
