Aria tapped her fingers nervously on the table. She kept her head down, and her dark eyes shifted back and forth every so often. She knew it probably looked rather odd, to see a girl sitting all alone in a cafe, looking over her shoulder constantly, like she was being followed by the mob or something, but her nerves were just getting the better of her. She'd travelled so far, after all, to meet him. She couldn't screw this up, not again. Bad things happened when she screwed things up.

As she drummed her fingers rhythmically, eyes fixing on the cup of coffee and untouched pastry in front of her, she didn't notice the spoon sitting a few inches from her hand start to slide towards her slowly. She jumped, startled, when it bumped into her hand, and quickly swatted it away. It flew off the table and clattered several feet away, though, which drew more attention to her than she was cofortable with. Laughing it off awkwardly, mumbling about how clumsy she was, she retreived the offending tableware with a red face. Her stuttered explanation seemed to placate the other patrons of the cafe, and when the last pair of eyes looked away, she let out the breath she was holding, and slumped in her chair.

'Get control!' she told herself silently, clenching her fists. 'Don't make a scene, control yourself!' As she sat, trying to concentrate, her attention was pulled away when her coffee cup was refilled, and the woman doing the refilling spoke.

"Everything alright, sweety?" the owner of the cafe asked, one hand on her hip and her head cocked to the side, in what Aria thought looked like a very maternal gesture of concern.

"Oh! U-um, yeah, I'm just, uh, waiting." She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, not really knowing how to put into words what she was doing here. After all, how could you explain her very peculiar situation? "Um, you did say Hiro Hamada lives here...right?" When Aria had first entered the eatery, clutching the slip of paper with the address printed on it tightly in her hands, she'd asked for Hiro, and had been told by the owner that he would be around soon, after coming home from school. That had been nearly an hour ago.

"Yes, but he's probably off with his friends. They're always doing just...the craziest things!" The owner laughed, shrugging dramatically. "I never know what they're up to. But, why did you say you need to see Hiro...?"

"U-umm, well, I, uh-" Aria went red again, stumbling to find an excuse. But in her clumsy stuttering, there was a slight commotion on the other side of the dining room; an older gentleman was shouting about being allergic to cats, while a very fat calico was sitting on the table in front of him.

"Oh! Mochi, no! Bad kitty!" The owner rushed away from Aria's table to swat at the cat, who gleefully jumped down off the man's table, and proceeded to lead the owner on a chase to catch him. Aria was grateful for the distraction. Too many questions would lead to bad things, just like screwing up.

'Was this a stupid idea?' she thought, taking the porcelain mug in both hands and peering at her reflection in the coffee. 'He's my last hope, this has to work. If he doesn't want to help, I...I don't know what else to do.'

As she mused on her own thoughts, Aria almost didn't hear the jingle of the bell above the door, or the laughter of the five people who had walked in, adressing the owner with a great deal of familiarity. Not until, that is, she heard one specific person utter a name she'd come to recognize very well.

"Haha, yeah, well, I'll be right back, gatta go check and see if Baymax's updates have finished installing." Her eyes snapped up to the boy who'd spoken, just as he turned to leave the group, which was lingering around the pastry case. That was him; he looked different than the newspaper clippings. Taller, less mop-headed, older by a few years, but there was no mistaking him. She'd finally found Hiro Hamada.

"Hiro!" Jumping up from her seat so quickly that she toppled her chair, Aria sprang after him, clumsily dodging tables and chairs. As she made her way aross the dining room, several forks and spoons and napkin holders from the various tables rattled sluggishly after her, some rolling off their tables and onto the ground. When she called his name, Hiro glanced over his shoulder, confused by the unfamiliarity of her voice, and the urgent tone she was using. He was greeted by a slightly unusual sight; a girl with wild black hair and even wilder dark eyes trying her hardest not to knock anything over, and failing as she ran over.

"Uh, yeah, that's me," he replied as she finally came to a stop in front of him. "Do I know- Look Out!" He was cut off, as a metalic glint behind Aria's head caught his eyes. It was a fork, strangely enough, which appeared to have been lobbed at the back of her head. Thinking quickly, he yanked her sideways, only barely dodging the cutlery himself.

"A fork?" The tall blonde girl, Honey Lemon, Aria knew from the newspapers, stepped forward to inspect the fork, which had lodged itself into the wall behind where Hiro stood. "Did someone throw a fork?"

"Who's throwing forks?" The owner, whom Aria would come to know as Aunt Cass, accused, staring daggers at the other patrons. "I'm not afraid to throw a fork back!"

"Uh...what even is going on?" Wasabi asked, looking from Cass to Hiro to the girl who'd only narrowly avoided having an impromtu lobotomy. "Who is this?"

"That's what I was just about to ask," Hiro said, looking to the girl. "Do I know you? And, why did you almost get stabbed with a flying fork?" He paused, before continuing, "Why do I even have to ask that question?"

"I'm sorry." Aria finally spoke up, swallowing her embarassment and nervousness. "You don't know me, but I know you. You're Hiro Hamada, leader of Big Hero 6," she started, tucking a flyaway behind her ear. "I've been following you, all of you, in the papers; you're all really big news in Los AngelOsaka-"

"Hey, I've got a cousin from Los AngelOsaka!" Aria blinked, as a rather scrappy, unkempt boy interupted her. "Do you know a Dave? Kinda, I dunno, fat and stinky, he's got a lot of comic books."

"Uh...no, I don't, sorry."

"Let her get on with it, Fred!" The scrappy kid was smacked in the back of the head by who Aria recognized as Gogo Tomago, who was giving her a rather sour look. "SOME of us have stuff we have to get to."

"I, uh, I just...you're the go-to guy for electromagnetic cybernetics," Aria blurted, turning back to Hiro. "Top of the feild, they say, and, I just, I really need your help!" As she blurted out the last part, another spoon lifted from it's place on a nearby table, flying through the air and smacking Aria in the side of the head. Gogo and Fred openly laughed, while Wasabi stiffled a chuckle, but Hiro only stared in fascinaion. When the spoon struck the side of her face, it didn't clatter to the ground. It merely hung there, like it was somehow attached to her head. Almost like-

"Do you...have a magnet in your head?" Hiro asked, reaching out and plucking the spoon from her temple. Letting it go, he was startled when it immediately reattached to her temple. It was almost like putting magnets on a refidgerator. Aria looked at him helplessly.

"No. I don't have any magnets in me," she said, taking the spoon herself, and trying to set it down an the nearby counter, only to have it stick to her hand. She tried again to let it go, but gave up when it wouldn't budge. "But I think I've been turned into one."

There was silence among the group as her statement sunk in. Hiro was the first to speak after the prolonged pause.

"...What's your name?"

"Aria Tsukino. Please, you've gatta help me! I've travelled a long way across Japanifornia just to see you; you're probably the only person who could possibly help me get rid of this, or control it, or something!" She didn't mean to sound so desperate, but in reality, she really was. This wasn't just about spoons and forks, and this wasn't even about metal in general. Being caught in your own electro-magnetic hell had far worse consequences.

"...I'll see what I can do."