Team Big Hero 6 moved into Aunt Cass' garage, where they kept all their tech and discussed strategies, certain that next time something came up, they'd be ready and prepared. After the initial dysfunction of Callaghan's capture, Hiro made certain that everyone was a game player (including himself) and they'd be ready.
Two years after Callaghan's arrest, Hiro Hamada graduated college with a master's degree - yes, just two years and a lot of tuition fees later. Cass screamed "My boy! That's my Hiro!" in the crowd as he accepted the diploma onstage, and Hiro's face went red with embarrassment. Honey Lemon was taking about fourteen gigabytes' worth of photographs, and the others were looking on proudly. Wasabi had already graduated the year before, and Fred was no longer the school mascot - but other than that, nothing had changed.
"We've got to have a party in the garage later!" Honey Lemon exclaimed as soon as Hiro was free of the ceremony. "After the party at the cafe, of course!" She grabbed his thin arm and dragged him towards the group, demanding a selfie with the graduate, who was no longer as tiny as he had been as a fourteen year old.
Go Go punched him in the arm and grinned after the photo was taken and Honey had raced off to congratulate another friend. "Nice going, genius. Two years to get a master's? That's insane."
He shrugged. "Ehh, you know me. Overachiever, right?"
"Yep," she threw back, but then her snarky teasing dropped. "Tadashi would be so proud of you."
He nodded, smiling sadly. "Yeah," his voice cracked. Later, in the crowd, he could have sworn he'd seen a tall man with a hat like Tadashi's in the crowd, but grinned and shook his head at his own silliness.
The party at the cafe was big - Hiro's friends from college all came and then Honey, Wasabi, and Go Go's parents, as well as Fred's current girlfriend Cecelia came. Cass was running constantly, and Hiro, Honey, Wasabi, Go Go, and Fred ended up helping her clean afterwards. People were really sloppy, Hiro thought to himself as he scraped some food off of a counter and then held back a laugh as Wasabi stretched elbow-length rubber gloves on his hands before plunging into the dishwater. He couldn't blame him, though. After the entire party and cleanup was finished, the crew borrowed a few movies from Aunt Cass and they headed out to the garage to watch it on Hiro's own invention, a huge ninety-inch screen television with 3010HD and the ability to switch from platform - on the television itself - to holographic - meaning you could be in the movie. Or rather, the movie acted out in the room as opposed to on the screen. It was pretty cool, but Fred always ended up clinging to the couch pillows and Wasabi typically left the room for any intense action or bloody scenes.
The action-adventure superhero movie was in full swing when Hiro heard a dull thump.
"Pause," he yelled to the television, groaning as he stood up. Was Aunt Cass trying to get in? He padded over to the door while the others headed for bathroom breaks or to get snack refills. "Cass, we'll turn the volume down before ten, I promise-" he paused as he opened the door. It wasn't Cass.
A tall man that seemed practically emaciated stood before him. Metal glimmered on one arm, and one leg was thicker than the other, suggesting that one or the other was a prosthesis. The man's face was in the shadow of his black baseball cap. What could be seen, however, was covered in scars so to be nearly unrecognizable. "Who...are you?"
One brown eye flickered red for a split second, and Hiro, thinking fast, grabbed the cap and yanked it off, exposing the man's face. This action caused a nearly involuntary action as soon as it happened: the man saw a message flicker across his fake eye, seen only by him: TARGET ACQUIRED / . He had to do this again. Something in the very marrow of his bones told him it wasn't right, he shouldn't be doing any of what he was doing, but the training and the promise of horrible abuse if his mission failed fueled him. His metal arm shot out, but Hiro had calculated a reaction and tore off backwards.
"Get out! Guys! Run!" Hiro screamed a warning, but Go Go ran towards them both, pressing a button on her watch. Her gear, attracted by the magnetic pulses of her watch, bore towards her, knocking against the man whose skin was so burned and disfigured. She threw her discs at him, but they clanged against something metallic, instead of hitting flesh and bone. They sliced through clothing to reveal pure metal armor underneath, sheet-thin but there nonetheless.
"Baymax!" Hiro yelled to Honey Lemon, who had just appeared. She nodded, running towards the little red metal case in the corner. He grabbed his own gear and two golf clubs, running towards the man and yelling, trying to slam the club against his head. The man grabbed both clubs and crumpled them silently with his metal arm. Hiro noticed the heavy depressions the man's one leg was leaving, and saw that it must have been made like the arm. It could pack a good kick, certainly. Crush a skull as if it were nothing.
Wasabi groaned quietly in another corner. "Cmon, cmonnn lasers, don't fail me now babies!" he played with switches on his arms - darn, he shouldn't have updated these things three weeks ago - and finally, the blue flames flickered alive. "A-hah! Come at me, brother!" he yelled, charging the man. Baymax was just getting armored up when another message flickered across the man's fake eye: BACK OFF. USE THE BUG/ The man surged ahead anyway, determined to take care of these stupid kids, but the message flickered again, with an addition: if he didn't comply, he could report immediately to the headquarters. Torture. He felt a cold sweat clam his remaining, natural hand, and slowly backed off. The team's eyes flickered with surprise and Fred jumped up.
"Yeah, you big dummy! That's right, we can take you!"
The man's real eye flashed with anger. "That's what the normal mind thinks," he growled. Go Go lunged for him, set on taking him to the police, but he disappeared like a ghost.
The team ran into the night, searching the darkness. "He - he couldn't have disappeared! It's not..." Hiro made unintelligible noises as he tried to figure out how this had just happened and what exactly had happened.
"Let's go back," Honey set a hand on Hiro's shoulder. "I don't want to be out here knowing he's here. We can tell the police tomorrow." Fred and Wasabi nodded in agreement, so they headed back.
In the garage, as they turned the television back on, promising not to tell Aunt Cass about anything that had just happened, since no one was hurt - the man pressed a button on the inside of his metal wrist, disengaging his cloaking device. Since his clothes had been torn, flashes of silver had still appeared, but he had been otherwise invisible. With his fake eye, he telepathically wrote a message: Now? A message flashed back a moment later: PROCEED / . He pressed another small button and kept walking as the garage slowly went up in flames.
