Well, it's kind of obvious who's been watching Big Hero 6 again. I feel like I should regret writing anything for BH6 considering how bad the feels are, but I don't. Sadly. Sooooo, here's my newest brain-child, as-inspired by watching the movie again and noting that Wasabi has a fear of heights. Poor Wasabi. I feel bad for putting him through all of this. But not really.

Summary: Everyone is scared of something. But how did those fears come to be, and how do they impact the Big Hero 6?

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Wasabi

"Okay man, you got this. You can do this. Okay. Deep breath in, deep exhale. Yeah. Okay."

Eyes stubbornly squeezed shut, Wasabi tentatively shuffled a tiny bit closer to the edge of the building, pretending that he wasn't actually twenty stories up and that if he did fall, he really wouldn't come to any harm. Not with the other members of the Big Hero 6 right there to make sure he was doing okay.

However, it seemed that his deeply-ingrained fear of heights wasn't about to go away anytime soon, and as the large man cracked one eyelid open, he let out a very un-manly squeal of terror and scuttled away from the ledge.

"Wasabi- woman up!" Gogo yelled to him in the tone that promised much pain if he dared argue with her. The tiny Korean was not one to mess around with- not when she was thirty times faster than you and had scary good aim with those disks she had on her electro-magnetic "wheels" that Hiro had supplied her with.

"I hate all of you." He sniffled, feeling like he was about to burst into tears at any second. It wasn't his fault he was terrified of heights…

"Come on, Wasabi, you can do it!" Honey Lemon encouraged.

"Go, my man!" Fred grinned.

Hiro merely smirked at him and gave him the thumbs up.

He stuck out his tongue in a moment of childish stubbornness.

"Woman. UP!"

Whirling at the sound of Gogo's voice, Wasabi shrieked in terror and threw himself off the building as he realized the tiny demon of a woman was right behind him.

"I hate all of you!" he wailed as the laser-wings Hiro had manufactured lifted him slightly, allowing the man to glide through the air at a slightly manageable pace.

He wasn't entirely sure why Hiro seemed dead-set on enabling everyone in the group to have flight, but Wasabi could say with all certainty that he did not like this experience. If he closed his eyes, he could probably pretend he was still on the roof of the building, and that it was only windy, and that he wasn't actually soaring hundreds of feet above the ground.

Not to mention that he wasn't entirely certain how the youngest member of their group had managed to make his lasers flight-capable.

Maybe it would be a good idea to ask the kid- once he had both feet planted firmly on the ground again.

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Wasabi, had, admittedly been a bit….different….as a child. While other children would go to school and go about their activities in class like finger-painting and sculpture, Wasabi had gotten loose and had his first encounter with a photocopier. Now, to most people, this would not be such a fascinating subject.

But to him?

It was the beginning of an idea that he would carry all the way through his early years and into university, where he would finally begin to build the laser project that had been inspired so long ago.

But that is a different story for a different time.

Given Wasabi's background it was "only natural" that he would be the victim of a bit of sometimes merciless taunting while he was growing up. After all, there weren't many African-American children in his neighborhood, and though San Fransokyo was known for embracing people with different ethnicities, it didn't mean that it was always that way.

When he was nine, one of his neighbor's dogs got loose from the yard.

Well, actually, that wasn't entirely accurate. What would be more accurate is that one of the boys from school had set the dog loose. And sure, the stupid thing was more likely to lick you to death than anything else, but it was scary as hell for a nine year old boy.

Especially after it treed him in its attempts to kiss him to death.

Which was how his mother found him three hours later, clinging to the branch like his life depended it and whispering to himself.

Now, one would think that the fear that Wasabi would have taken away from the experience would be the fear of dogs. But this is Wasabi we're talking about here. So rather than thinking too hard on the dog that had chased him up a tree in its harmless excitement, he grew afraid of heights. After all, the dog had left him alone after twenty minutes.

The other two and a half hours had been the realization that it was even more terrifying that high off the ground, and that he was not able to look down without feeling slightly nauseous.

Which brings us back to Wasabi's current predicament.

"I totally hate you guys."

"There there." Baymax supplied helpfully, wrapping his large marshmallow-like arms around the huddled mass of man on the ground.

"Woman up. You made it to the ground with minimal damage." Gogo rolled her eyes, popping her gum.

"Minimal damage? I ran over a seagull!"

"Err…yeah. But other than that…" Honey offered carefully, resting a hand on Wasabi's shoulder. "You did very well, Wasabi."

"I still hate you. And I'm never using them again."

Gogo shifted her weight to look over Baymax and the edge of the building behind them, before a small smirk crossed her lips.

"Wasabi…"

The man took one look at the tiny woman's face, shrieked, and took a flying leap off the building.

Hiro peeked over the edge and winced. "Was that really necessary?"

She shrugged.

"Yep."