This story was conceived when I was late up at night drinking coffee that most likely was diabetes personified after having met up with my sister and discussing crack ships and watching a Disney film. My sister won a bet between us shortly after and decided to mess with me by creating one of said crackships by drawing names out of a hat.

I like Hiro, he's a sweetie and I really enjoyed watching his and Baymax's friendship growing when my six-year-old cousin introduced me to Big Hero 6. I've also been a Spider-Man fan since I was a kid, I sort of sold my soul to him.

(A/N: Moved to accommodate for future plans.)

I do not own Big Hero 6, Avengers or Spider-Man, if I did I wouldn't be living in my small town where trees are almost non-existent.

ONE

The sound of police sirens screaming in the distance and cars journeying through crowded lanes gave him some semblance of control over himself as the situation that he had been in prior to crash landing into a brick wall and its friend the pavement worsened considerably. He kept his eyes shut, brows furrowed, and hands clenched as he fought to quell the high he had ridden on for the past hour, maybe longer, was coming down.

His heart was beating a mile a minute and the control he had over his breathing not doing much better, the shakes racking his form doubling as the reality of what he had done and where he was crashing down over him. Tilting his head, he listened to the city of San Fransokyo bustling about in the back of his mind. Something wasn't right. The sky was colored in indigo, hues of pink, orange, and navy whereas earlier the sun had only just been beginning to set when he had gone into the portal with Baymax-

Oh Kami, Baymax!

He felt his heart stuttered before picking up a quicker pace to beat to and his breathing now erratic with worry, despair, and hurt coursing through his being. His brother's creation, the one bot that would change the world like Tadashi had wanted.

His best friend.

The one who had kept him company and helped him mourn Tadashi, still in the process of helping him even. Tears wormed their way through his defenses and fell onto fair skin, tracing his cheeks and trailing downwards to drip off his jaw.

Hamada Hiro brought a hand up to scrub off the humiliating evidence of his distress and blinked his almond shaped eyes in surprise when something bigger than his gloved hand bumped into his cheek. He glanced up at the object clenched in his fist and nearly dropped it in his surprise.

A large robotic hand clenched into a tight fist with its red armor with purple accents glinted back up at him in a seemingly cheery fashion similar to how the health bot was often seen with, the thruster were still activated with its wings flared and ready to launch as if its owner were to call it back again to be used later in battle when the time called for it.

Baymax's glove looked to be worn, dirty and scrapped from the rough landing Hiro had managed without getting killed with impact. Hiro squinted as he caught a brief view of a shiny object trapped between metal fingers and palm and proceeded to unfurl them one by one, taking care not to damage his only memento of his long gone friend.

"No way…," he muttered in astonishment. There, in between a gloved forefinger and thumb, were two chips; red and green. Another wave of tears came down his cheeks, but this time he didn't bother to wipe them away as he bit back a whimper and reduced it to a quiet sob that echoed in the alleyway he was in.

"I'm gonna fix this….I'm gonna fix this, okay, Baymax? You'll be good as new and then we can…," Hiro blubbered. Kami, was he weak. Taking the time to adjust to this turn of events, he lay back onto the pavement once he had calmed his heart rate to something healthier and did an exercise that he remembered his brother teaching him to do whenever his peanut allergy would come in and anxiety would take hold.

Inhale, exhale and repeat.

Deeper, slower, inhale, exhale and repeat.

Cool, damp concrete kissed his warm cheek and offered his flushed, sweat slicked face some relief from the heat that came off his body in waves from the battle that had taken place not too long ago. The battle, he thought, what had happened? Why was he here? Shouldn't he be at the SFIT* building with Abigail Callaghan in tow, in her capsule and in hyper sleep, with everyone gathered waiting for them to exit the portal? Abigail wasn't here with him. Meaning…

…an object collided into his shoulder, jarring his grip onto the person. As they floated out of his reach, he gritted his teeth and came to a decision. A button was pressed and a bo staff* extended from the center of his gauntlet into the abdomen of the unconscious person, propelling them towards the exit of the collapsing portal. Watching them fall through, a sense of peace fell over him and allowed his eyes to fall shut…

…it was for the best…

Hiro had managed to at least save Abigail from being trapped in the portal with him and Baymax when debris had managed to make its way toward them. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing she was safe and that it most likely gave his friends the chance to defeat Callaghan.

A tin garbage can toppled over not too far from causing the young hero to jump, startled by the unexpected interruption, tensing to prepare to fight when an animal, trapped in familiar white material, scurried to the middle of the alleyway and fighting to dislodge the inflatable vinyl remains of what could only be his companion. Judging by the hisses and meows emitting from the struggling form, it was safe to assume that it was a cat. If he hadn't been so serious at the time, Hiro may have laughed at the situation the cat had managed to get itself into in a Mochi-like fashion. The fourteen-year-old rushed over and grasped the torn remains of Baymax off the frightened feline, who dashed off down the alleyway with one final yowl.

His eyes clouded with tears again without his permission and blinked to clear them as he headed over to the fallen tin can to investigate. If that was where the cat had found this, then maybe…

There it was. A shattered screen that normally displayed Baymax's readings from a scan, the level of pain that one would communicate to, and where the healthcare bot had displayed a video of Tadashi to him not too long ago; the rest of the bot's armor that Hiro himself had made were scattered behind it and the bot's exoskeleton. There was still hope that he could fix his friend up with this. It would take time, but it would be worth it.

Hiro rubbed at his neck and scanned the empty alleyway of the strange city that he was in, now realizing that this wasn't home. If he hadn't made it out of the portal that meant that he may have been transported somewhere else with Baymax and that only made the danger of his situation even greater. He was stranded without anyone to turn to without Baymax here with him. Shoving those thoughts out of the forefront of his mind, Hiro hummed as he tried to look for something to carry the (he winced) remains to a safer location.

Russet eyes flicked over windows, taking note of that the majority had theirs closed and the curtains shut, the fire escapes, considering the ones within his reach, and stopped on an oddly shaped cocoon attached to the maroon bricks of the building. Squinting up at the object, the Japanese teen shuffled closer, tilting his head to and fro trying to determine what it was made of and whether or not the thing posed a danger to him.

Deeming it safe, Hiro concluded that this needed some looking into, thinking that he could use it as a bag afterwards. The raven-haired teen inhaled deeply and huffed, making sure that his helmet was secured on his head, marching over to the fire escape nearest to his target.

It wasn't difficult getting up despite being five feet tall, his shoes were built to give him that extra boost whenever he were to separate from Baymax and be able to fight off an enemy. The only thing that give him trouble was trying to activate his grappling hook, which was attached to his gauntlets and somewhat damaged from his affair with the concrete floor, and catching a grip on slippery backstop.

He was now at eye level with his target, the cocoon, and noticed the silk-like quality of it. He slipped off one of his gloves, fingertips brushing and prodding the material. It was amazing; whoever had made this didn't seem to use much in actually making the silk.

Out of the corner of his eye, the cocoon was connected to webs that secured it to its spot on the brick foundation and proved that the genius who had invented this had made it to be sturdy and strong for whatever the occasion called for. Or there was a pretty big ass spider on the loose, Hiro mused. Bringing his hand back, he eyed the strings of 'web' that had attached themselves to his fingers and sniffed. He scrunched up his nose, was that glue?

No, bad Hiro, stay on task.

Maybe whatever's in here could have something to help carry his stuff?

He didn't want to risk a giant spider going on a rampage for daring to take or destroy their web for the sole reason of using it as a bag of all things. The San Fransokyo native shuddered, he really did not like that mental image of a spider looming over him and prepared to eat him out of revenge.

He dug throw one of his pouches in his utility belt and grinned in triumphant as he pulled out a kunai* that Fred had decided would go well with him after much protest from the other members of their odd group. Decision made, the raven carefully cut into the cocoon and nearly dropped his kunai in surprise when a backpack was revealed to be its occupant. At least it wasn't something scarier like spider eggs or the remains of its victims.

He really needed to stop watching horror movies late at night after a bot fight.

Unzipping the worn backpack, he found textbooks written in romanji and was unable to make out what they said. Okay, so it wasn't romanji. What the hell was AP Chemistry and AP Biology? That only just confirmed his earlier suspicions of this city not being his home town and possibly another world altogether. He ignored the books for now and moved on to the device that lay near the bottom of the bag next to a camera and a pencil case.

There laid a grey device with two shooters where the wrist would be located and a button near the palm that would be activated using the ring and middle finger of either hand. Curious, he pressed it twice and watched as two webs of different sizes attached themselves onto brick side by side.

"Cool," he whispered. Then, an idea seemed to come to him and pressed the button several times, watching as another cocoon somewhat identical to the one he had fished from attached itself to the wall to the side of his first test run becoming thicker with each press of the button.

There, he thought with smug satisfaction as he gathered up his own cocoon and began to tie ends here and there, now I won't be eaten for doing something stupid. Now, he had his own makeshift 'web' bag to tote Baymax's parts and hide away his armor as he traversed the streets of this city. Nodding, he turned back to the original cocoon and frowned briefly, brightening when another idea popped into his head.

He dived back into the backpack and took out a notebook, opening it to a clean page, and a pen. Uncapping it, Hiro bit his lip and wondered how he would do this.

Thanks for the free bag.

You don't know how much this helped my friend and I.

Signed—

Here was where Hiro stopped, jolted out of his train of thought and wondered what the hell he was doing. There was no need to thank the person he had (technically) invaded their privacy. But, it was the right thing to do. They would have noticed the backpacks contents having been explored and the damage done to their cocoon. Sighing, the five foot tall hero decided that this was for the best.

Hiro thought back to his friend, Fred, and the earlier discussion (more like argument) over having codenames or, as Fred had said, "superhero" names to go with their group. Fred, with his "knowledge" gained through avid comic book reading and the occasional shoujo manga, had hoped to prevent citizens and future enemies from finding out their identities.

The 'rich' member of the team, without their consent, had proceeded to list off a variety of names that would go with the designs of the suits Hiro had made for them and their abilities. One of his comments on Hiro's suit had stuck out to Hiro, ignoring the part of the mascot's rant on how the color scheme was too similar to a super villain or one of the Super Senshi*.

Apparently, from what Fred had mentioned, he was like a hybrid between a ninja and a demon.

Fred and Wasabi had, unfortunately, heard stories from Tadashi about the times where his height would be mentioned and poked at or the time he had 'attacked' some of Aunt Cass's customers, who had disliked his attitude towards them. (Though, in his defense, they shouldn't have been hitting on his Aunt Cass and saying those nasty things about her in front of him.)

It didn't help that "antennas" attached to his helmet looked like horns either; it looked rather disconcerting when he had wanted to surprise his friends with his suit. Honey Lemon, Wasabi, and Fred screamed while Go Go had nearly taken his head off with a hammer they had lying about.

The ninja portion had come about when the school's part-time mascot had brought up his skill in martial arts and had wanted to see them up close and personal. Fred had wanted him to use shuriken and all kinds of 'ninja' weapons to their fight with Callaghan, but Honey Lemon and Wasabi had put a stop to that.

Hiro shrugged as he signed the note with a flourish.

Signed,

Akuma

P.S.: You might want to refill the cartridge.

A/N: This actually went better than expected. Not according to plan, but who cares! Obviously, there are parts in this chapter that were not along the movie's storyline. These were merely scenes that I had concocted with the sole purpose of entertaining myself (and the readers) with some headcannons of mine: Hiro, when pissed, being a force to be reckoned with and Ninja!Hiro as opposed to ones I've seen of him being a Magical Girl. That particular part of the fandom makes me giggle.

Now, it is cannon that Hiro knows martial arts and has yet to be seen using it aside from teaching Baymax. Somehow Fred remembers Tadashi mentioning it in passing and goes on to persuade Hiro to integrate it into his "superhero persona", while the rest of the gang's protests falls on deaf ears. Hiro ends up going along with it, thinking that if he were to face Yokai by himself in battle without Baymax to help him would spell trouble.

I like poking at Spidey, guys. And making spider jokes in general.

That and they scare the living daylights out of me, mostly the smaller ones. They can hide anywhere and strike at any time with those fangs of theirs. *shudders*

Italics = Japanese

Normal/Underlined = English