Voltage ϟ Adam Davenport ϟ

ϟ 17 ϟ

"You know, that kind of-" he began.

"Gotta go," Ellie interrupted, jogging away and weaving through students on their way to class.

ϟ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝟗/𝟏𝟓/𝟏𝟐 ϟ

ELLIE was sat at home, reading up on some comics the she had kept hidden from her dad. If she was going to be a good superhero, Niche told her that she needed to be well-versed in the "world of supers" which meant she had a lot of reading to do. She only trained with Niche for four hours every week now, so she had to commit her time outside of that to her hero training as well.

The comic she had picked up today was boring, in her opinion. She'd much rather have read about the Weatheress, but here she was reading about Grogan the Awful destroying all the mechanical stars in the universe created by a space dwarf species.

Boring.

But Niche said she needed to know the history as well as the modern superheroes. Ellie had never been much of a history fan, so he entire task was a bore for her.

Not to mention that she didn't like comics in the first place. They tried to make serious topics funny, making even genocide sound like a game. Nor were they accurate. Her own death, depicted in the last comic of the Weatheress ever created, wasn't correct. The comic pictured the metal piercing her way lower than her scar was located and she was never revived by Caduceo in the comics.

Leo had bought that rare edition for her for her eighth birthday. She hoped one day he would find out who she really was, just so she could tell him how much of an asshole move it was.

As if on cue with her thoughts, her phone buzzed, showing Leo's contact photo. She groaned, picking up the phone and pressing answer before pressing it to her ear.

"Yes?" she answered.

"I need you over here ASAP. This is an official backup call. Get here immediately. If Captain Eyebrow shows up when you're not here, I do not want to become toast," Leo rushed.

"Fine, I'll be there soo-" Ellie was cut off by Leo hanging up.

"Why does he always do that?" she muttered to herself, wedging her comic in between her mattress and bed frame.

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Ellie knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. It took around ten seconds, but the door finally swung open.

"Hi, Mr. Davenport," Ellie greeted.

"Elena? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Leo called for official backup, and unfortunately that is a call I cannot ignore," she clicked her tongue, sliding past Mr. Davenport into the living room.

"O-kay. He didn't tell me about that," Mr. Davenport seemed unsure as he shut the door behind her.

Ellie shrugged, sitting on the couch. "He called, I came."

"Hey, Mr. Davenport. Is it okay if Marcus spends the weekend here? His dad is away and he doesn't wanna spend it with his not-dead grandma," Adam said, seeming unfazed at Ellie's presence. He sat next to her, Bree on the other side of him, while Chase sat on the other side of Ellie.

Davenport looked at Chase, expecting him to translate.

"No! Don't do it. Marcus is an evil, two-faced liar. And also. . . a Sagittarius. They're shifty," Leo protested, coming down the stairs.

Ellie felt her stomach twist. She had a good feeling she knew what that meant. Leo was right to call in backup.

"I'm a Sagittarius," Bree pointed out.