"Oh my Zeus, he actually did it." Connor said, mouth wide open and staring at the cat carrier.
"I can't believe he actually did it."
Hiro was beside him, equally astonished. The mass of equipment was moved in quickly into the basement of the tower. Tony was right, he hadn't had the chance to move anything into the new building and the entire floor was a clean metal slate.
"I expected all the equipment, but I didn't think he was going to take you seriously about a cat." The teen replied.
"Is there anything this guy can't get a hold of?"
"Short of his own nuclear arsenal, no. and I thought he wouldn't take me seriously either."
"Our own kitty!" Piper squeeled.
"Well I think I'm in her good graces now." The psychic muttered as Piper got hold of the cat carrier and brought it to the elevator.
"Wow, when he said spare parts, I didn't think he meant all of this?" Wasabi said, picking up a spare Iron Man mask.
"You'd be surprised how much scrap he goes through when he's in the mood. Built a partical accelorator when he was bored once. Rhodes looked like he was going to tear Stark a new one when he found out."
"Are you serious?" Fred said, sticking his face up as he shifted through the pile of metal and junk.
"Yeah, I am. I think he was hungover too."
"...You have the sickest godparent in the history of forever, man."
"That's debatable."
"He lets you be a hero, how is that not cool!" Fred replied back, grinning.
"You forget the part that he used to manufacture weapons before the arc reactor?"
The boys grew silent.
"...Sorry...I really need to stop biting the hand that feeds me."
He leaned against the lab wall, rubbing his eyes. It had been a long day, soon as they watched the news, he immediately continued his work on the new circuit boards for his interface while the others checked in at the college. They were running out of time. It could be hours until the thief attacked. He hadn't even found the VI chip that was the life blood of the Paradox system...also the shock to his system and the electrical burns around his neck from where the metal of his helmet touched skin were not helping his mood. They itched horribly and he could feel blisters forming. The professors would have questions on how he recieved them. Burns on his arms and hands they could believe, burns on his neck were a different story.
He also didn't pack any of his sweaters, he was on the west coast, he assumed he didn't need them.
"He did come personally after my parents died to pick me up in the middle east. I can't fault him for that...I suppose it's just bitterness of the entire situation."
Wasabi carefully set the piece of scrap down.
"Currently he is experiencing emotional distress." Baymax announced as he waddled towards Connor.
The psychic raised an eyebrow.
"What is your robot doing?"
"Diagnosis-"
Connor barely moved before the robot hugged him.
"AH! WHAT THE HELL!"
All three boys began laughing as Connor tried to get away.
"Oh, my god. Baymax!" Hiro shouted, nearly falling over from the laughter.
"Kid, tell your robot to get off of me!"
Then Baymax turned on his heater and started to pat his head.
"There there. It will be alright."
"...I am never...ever going to live this down and if any of you take a picture, I swear, Hades won't find your corpse."
All three looked in opposite directions, feigning innocence. Hiro, trying really hard to keep a straight face.
"Hamada..." Connor growled.
"I don't even have a phone, I don't know what you're mad at me for."
Honey looked at her phone and started to laugh. The girls were upstairs in the condo, welcoming the new cat. It was a tuxedo short hair with all white feet and tip of white on his tail. He had blue eyes that could melt hearts and a slight crookedness to his left ear. Piper decided to name him Socrates, or just simply, Soc.
"Oh my god. You have to see this."
She raised her phone to the other two girls. Piper started snickering and Gogo grinned.
"No one gets away from a Baymax hug."
"Mr. Marshmallow!"
The cat meowed and started to sniff around its new home.
"Oh, I have to see this in person." Gogo said as she went for the elevator.
"Hon Hon. You guys said you know this...professor. What did he do?"
Honey's face fell.
"...He took someone very dear to us...Very dear to Hiro...all in the name of revenge."
Piper's eyes widened.
"...That's why you guys said it was all because of him that you were a team."
The chemist nodded. She looked like she was holding back tears.
"Tadashi...Tadashi was a good soul. He went into the burning showcase to rescue the professor...he never came out. Hiro was an absolute wreck. He and his brother was so close...Then we learned...That Callaghan started the fire to get at Hiro's invention, microbots. He used them to build a portal to destroy Alister Krei...We all wanted to see justice for Tadashi...that's why we became Big Hero 6."
Piper put her hand on Honey's shoulder and brought her into a hug and simply stayed there as Honey cried sliently.
"Ο δρόμος είναι δύσκολο, αλλά πρέπει να επιμείνουμε. Connor told me that once. He said his mother said that everytime she got into a tight spot or had no inspiration. He said it means "The road is hard but we must persevere.""
She pulled back.
"I've never met him...I've never met a lot of people...but I think we would've gotten a long. I also think he and Connor would've butted heads. Connor doesn't like to play with others."
Honey smiled.
"Yeah...Dashi didn't like egos. He wasn't for putting people down a peg, but he was patient. Had to be with a brother like his."
They both giggled.
"Now, let's see this mess. I want another picture of this hug fest."
"I KNOW RIGHT!"
"I can't work with this guy hugging me." Connor growled.
"I need my hands free."
"I will not let go until you are satsified with your care." The robot replied.
"Hamada, get your Hades forsaken robot off of me!"
"Hey, you heard what he said." Hiro replied, smirking.
"You have gotta be kidding me..." Connor groaned.
"Well?"
"...I am satisfied with my care." Connor mumbled.
Baymax blinked.
"My audio sensors did not hear you. Do you have problems with your speech?"
The snickering became louder as Connor became redder.
"I am going to kill you, Hamada. And feed your body parts to Cerberus!"
The threat didn't stop the snickering, though.
"Can't believe I'm doing this..." Connor mumbled to himself.
"I am satisfied with my care..." He said, louder this time.
"Your elevated heart rate and flushed face suggests otherwise."
"If I wanted to talk about my feelings, I would hire a therapist!" Connor shouted.
"My business is my business, now I am satisfied with my care!"
"You're going to mess up your body if you keep things bottled up." Wasabi pointed out.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PARENTS IS NO ONE'S CONCERN BUT MINE! Oh Zeus almighty I'm getting such a migraine."
"Migraine. Diagnosis: Rest and asprin." The robot replied.
"I'm fully aware what I need to do for a migraine, robot." He grumbled, head on Baymax's chest.
"I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion." Baymax corrected him.
"I don't care, now let me go!"
"Searching for medical records...Found. History of depression, anxiety and mulitple attempts at sui-"
"SHUT UP, ROBOT, BEFORE I DISMANTLE YOU!" Connor screamed, eyes flaring in rage.
With all his might, he telekinetically pushed back against the robot, forcing them apart. Baymax merely bounced thanks to his inflatable nature. Connor was pushed back into the wall, tears of anger stinging at his eyes. Now everyone realized this wasn't a joke anymore.
"Are you happy? Yeah, I've tried to kill myself! Each time I failed! Is that what you wanted to hear from me, you Γαμώτο ρομπότ! I have issues and I don't need everyone in the freaking world reminding me that I'm lucky to be alive and that I'm lucky to have Stark as a godfather! But I don't hear one damn word about my actual parents! You know what they did to get shot down in the middle of a crowded street along with several other dozen people! They were discussing relief help for those caught in the war! What did Stark do? SELL WEAPONS THAT HELPED CAUSE IT! And you know what, he deserved what happened to his heart! I couldn't be under the same roof as the man who helped kill my parents! So I did try until I got sick of it! If couldn't get out of his life, I'd make his a living hell!"
It was dead silent as Connor finished. His tears were flowing freely as he just sat there holding his head. Baymax merely gained his balance and waddled over once more. He patted the young man's head.
"There. There."
"I don't need your pity, you souless machine." The telekentic growled weakly, pushing the hand away and getting up.
"I need some air."
He made a beeline for the elevator, just as the other was coming down.
"What'd we miss?" Piper said cheerily before her face fell.
"...You don't want to know." Hiro merely uttered as he helped the guys unpack the equipment.
"We'll need to get this stuff up and running pronto. Projects are going to have to wait considering Callaghan's on the loose. He might have mircobots stashed away somewhere. I wouldn't be surprised. We didn't exactly search that island from head to toe."
"I knew we should've burned that place to the ground." Gogo muttered.
Piper tilted her head.
"Burn what to the ground? Is there a secret base?"
"Abandoned research facility on an island outside of the city. It wasn't easy getting there considering Baymax and me are the only ones that can fly."
The teen then tried to lift a box before Piper slipped in and lifted it for him.
"Thanks."
"Anything for αδελφός. I can go on some bodies of water with my hover pads, but we've never tested it on anything wider than the Hudson...But...Hey beanied dude, anything flat in any function in the pile?"
"Name's Fred dudette and let me look."
"We could probably replicate Con's hover disk. Less likely to fall in ocean if you get tired."
Connor slouched as he walked down the San Fransokyo street. It was approaching evening and he was both mentally and physically exhausted. The robot was about to spout off his medical records and all he did was make it worse. He felt weak. He didn't have power over this situation anymore. Even his emotions were spiraling out of control.
The telekinentic sat down at the first park bench he found and exhaled.
"Being part of a team is a pain in the hind quarters."
"Little late to be out here for a kid your age idn't?" A voice said as he looked up to see a hobo.
"My business is my business and I'm 17. I'm a little too old to have a curfew."
"Well, some of us like to be up at sunrise, sonny. You're hogging my bed."
Connor sighed and got up. He needed to start heading back anyway. He'd cooled down enough to think rationally. Then he heard something that made his blood run cold.
The familiar whine of a repulser cannon charging.
He quickly turned to see where it was, and his eyes widened at seeing it right in front of him.
"Always too quick to ignore the homeless and down trodden. Just like your father." The man in the blue and white armor taunted.
"You-! You're the one who stole the armor!"
"That much should be obvious. Now, how about I give you a five second head start?"
Connor started to back up, but glanced over at the bench, which started to creak. He smiled slightly and telekinenticly flung it at the armor before running.
"Paradox initiative, Passcode Hermes!" He shouted as he pulled out his phone.
"EMERGENCY LINE ESTABLISHED." The VI chimed back.
"Piper, we have a problem!"
"What is it? Where are you?" Piper asked back, concerned.
"That I would currently love to know, but I found the thief, or a better explaination, he found me!"
Piper looked at all them, fear exchanging in all of their eyes. They hadn't even started yet.
"Hold on until we get there, Con."
"Love to, but you're going to-"
The call ended.
Connor spun around, holding his hand as the thief chuckled, repulser outstretched. His phone was now shards of glass and metal.
"Nice aim." The telekinentic hissed, getting into a battle position.
"Stark always made those a little too easy to fire."
"So he did. All of that intelligence, and he didn't bother with a single safety precaution...How very Stark of him."
"Great, so I'm in the middle of one of his vendettas. Stark is in New York if you want to kill him."
"Heaven's no. I would never want to kill him. If I did, I would've done as soon as I got his armor."
The thief set down and crossed his arms. Stark really did go all out on this suit. Its face plate was like his helmet, only shinier and with less dents, its eyes a flaming red. It did seem to have less plating, meant for more manuvering and combat. Its joints were well protected as well. Connor had to admit that if it wasn't going to kill him right there and now, he would've been touched.
"And your plan involves me, I see. The unwilling godchild of a billionaire. But I've guessed you noticed that I'm not just all looks."
"...No...You are much more like your mother than you know...and too much like your father."
"...What the hell do you know about my parents..."
"A lot more than you, young man. Now...I believe it's your bed time."
"That is so freaking cliche that Stark wouldn't say it."
"...And you are too much like him." The thief muttered.
He prepared another repulser shot.
"Too much for me to call you my son anymore."
"What did you just say?"
The thief instead closed his hand and slammed a fist right into the telekinentic's gut. Connor was instantly winded and hit the ground.
"My strong Connor, why did you have to be his son."
Connor looked up at the thief.
"Who... Who the hell are you?"
"...I'm sorry."
Another punch from the armor and he fell into blackness.
