Chase's pov
This morning alone, my older brother, the one who supposedly is supposed to protect me; made me go through Bionic Brother Toss 80 times. He picked on me verbally every day as well. Even I, Chase William Davenport, the Smartest Man in The World; couldn't figure out why. And THAT'S saying something.
One day, while I was recovering from bruised ribs, a concussion and a twisted ankle; I decided to get the truth. Painfully sitting upright in the hospital bed, I asked
"Adam? Why do you treat me the way you do? "
He sighed, gesturing me to sit, and I curiously complied.
He looked at me with an expression he hardly ever wore. He was. .. Sad?
He looked at me
" Chasey, you have super smarts, but you let people walk all over you. Ok, Spike doesn't, but that doesn't count. I know when to stop, but bullies like Trent won't play by the rules. The world can hurt you, Chase; and I'm not talking about the missions. As your big brother, it's my duty to push you to be able to defend yourself, without Spike.
In realization, I spoke
"So that's why you tease me. To toughen me up. You're just looking out for me? "
He smiled
"Of course, exactly. I'd never hurt you without a purpose, you're my Chasey. "
I smiled, giving him a half hug
"Thanks, Adam"
He ruffled my hair while getting up
"Sure thing, Lady Golfer. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a truck to fill with marshmallows. "
I didn't bother to ask. The less I knew, the better. All I needed to know was Adam loved me.