Author's Note: Please forgive the short chapter, I couldn't really think of much to get on the page. Also wanted to thank everyone for giving this fic the second highest views in my stories, topped only by Bad Idea. 1k views is something I never expected from this fic.

I also want to thank everyone who's been following this story. 42 followers is something else. Hope some of you guys review as well. :)

Superkola, I decided to look more into triggers for panic attacks and I found a site that lists four common tiggers which I have taken, word for word and listed them below (I couldn't find a good way to paraphrase it:

Events: Reminders of past experiences which lay at the root cause of the anxiety

Meanings: Meanings taken from the event and sensory information from it

Landscapes: How your body and mind change during panic attacks

Inescapability: The feeling of being trapped in the situation or in your own body/mind

The name of the site that had this wa : / / . do / t h e – 4 – – – – o f – - / I apologize for the many spaces, I know that this site has issues with websites being listed within chapters. I hope this is a more sufficient answer than the one I gave last chapter.

I'm trying to be accurate with the details, but it is not perfect, I admit. I hope this helps!

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Hiro took in the room surrounding him as he sunk into one of the cushioned seats. The walls were a pale yellow with only a few pictures with landscapes. On the desk in front of him, Hiro noticed a framed photo of another man with his arm around Rogers and a child several years younger than Hiro smiling at the camera.

Okay, clearly nothing that says 'I'm a villain' but I better stay on my toes. Hiro thought.

Rogers walked in front of him and sat down on the chair near the desk, "So, Hiro. Is this your first time seeing a therapist?"

Hiro nodded slowly. It made his stomach clench, thinking of the discussion he just had in the car with Aunt Cass. He worded himself carefully, "Sooo, are we just going to talk about…the reason that I'm here?"

Rogers shook his head, "No. We just talk about whatever it is you want to talk about."

Hiro blinked, "Really?"

Rogers nodded.

Hiro looked up at the ceiling, "That's, uh, not what I was expecting."

"Have you had other experiences with counseling before today?"

Hiro shook his head, "Well, this really is my first time, actually. I blame movies. Well, actually, I blame one movie I saw."

"Ah," Rogers nodded in understanding, "They tend to give us a bad name sometimes. What's the one you were thinking of?"

"Patch Adams," Hiro snorted, "With Robin Williams. I remember this scene where the character was talking to a therapist and all the guy did was write on a notepad like he was in a classroom and read back what he thought Adams was saying…I…"

He swallowed hard and tried again, "I had to walk out of the room after that. A few minutes later, Fred had a bowl of ice cream in his hands, sat down beside me and said we didn't have to watch the movie if I didn't want to."

"Did it bring up bad memories?" Rogers asked gently.

"It," Hiro bit his lip, "It felt like…I was looking at what I would be like in the future. Depressed and nothing to look forward to. When the others found out, Fred nearly got his head chewed off. I had to step in."

"So, your friend, Fred. It was an accident. He must have enjoyed the movie and thought that you would as well."

"Yeah. Fred doesn't really come off like a jerk," Hiro smirked, "One time, he called himself a manchild."

Rogers blinked, "So Fred's an adult?"

Hiro shrugged, "Kind of. I mean, he's got to be around 19 or 20 – I never asked how old he was – but he sometimes acts like an 8-year-old. I guess that's why I like hanging out with him. He doesn't look down on me."

"Do adults tend to do that with you?"

"Sometimes," Hiro shrugged, "Through middle school and high school, I had teachers who couldn't believe some little kid could have skipped so many grades. It got really boring in the end; I started to imitate what they were going to say to me right as they were saying it. I got called to the principal's office a few times 'cause of that. One of the teachers actually sent me there because I mimicked her too well.

"But, I mean, SFIT is pretty different. When I was told the new dean was a 'hard case', I was expecting the worst. And then I actually meet her and suddenly, I end up liking her. Professor Granville also ended up being one of my teachers and my advisor for the semester, so I ended up seeing her more often than I expected to."

"Granville…" Rogers mulled over the word, "Tall, slim, dark-skinned, sometimes scary beyond all reason?"

Hiro snapped his fingers, "That's the one!" His eyes widened a moment later, "Wait, you know her?!"

Rogers shrugged, "Not personally. She's been in the news a few times in the past. Always gave that vibe."

"That's what Fred's been saying for the past few weeks, now," Hiro rolled his eyes.

"How did you and Fred meet?" Rogers smiled.

"Well, it was about a few months ago, actually," Hiro rubbed the back of his neck, "I was visiting the school with Tada…."

His chest felt cold, tightening every second. Hiro squeezed his eyes shut dontthinkaboutitdontthinkaboutitdontthinkaboutit!

"Hiro? Hiro are you okay?"

His chest felt tight and his lungs felt like they had been fighting for some air. His fists were clenched together tightly, his fingernails pinching against his palms. Breathe. Focus. Why didn't I bring Shiro in with me? Oh yeah, I didn't want to be treated like a baby…

Hiro opened his eyes and started to notice that Rogers had walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, staring at him with concern, his other hand holding up a cell phone most likely in case Hiro didn't respond. Hiro sighed, "Sorry…"

"It's okay, Hiro," Rogers said gently, "Nothing to be sorry about. Are you okay?"

Hiro nodded.

Rogers pulled his hand away, "Do you want to talk about something else?"

Hiro shook his head, much to his own surprise. The iciness in his chest was still there, but…but he couldn't keep doing this! He couldn't keep feeling helpless. He was a superhero; if everyone was going to be pulling him out of the hole he fell into, Hiro knew he had to put in the effort to get himself out of it as well.

"Well," Hiro fought down the iciness in his stomach and forced himself to speak, "Fred and I met through…a mutual friend. Through….my brother."

He sighed in relief. It felt as though some pressure had been removed. It took a moment for him to realize he was smiling. Smiling.

"Is this the first time you were able to mention him without any stress?" Rogers asked.

"Yeah," Hiro nodded, "I think it is."

"Good. So, Patch Adams…what made you want to watch it?" Rogers asked.

"I was with Fred. He has a huge collection of movies at his house and when he heard that I didn't know anything about Robin Williams, he told me he was the Genie in Aladdin," Hiro smiled, "and that's when he started showing me all the other films he made, and it just turned into a weekly thing. I come over to his house and we'd watch a movie together. Sometimes, the others would be there, too."

"Others?"

"Our friends; Honey Lemon, Go Go, and Wasabi," Hiro listed, before he saw the odd expression come over Rogers' face, "Those aren't their real names."

"Then what are they?" Rogers asked curiously.

"I…." Hiro paused and started to frown, "I…I actually don't know…"

"…"

Hiro shrugged indifferently, "Don't blame me, we just never got around to talking about that."

"Noted," Rogers said slowly, but Hiro could see he was trying not to chuckle.

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"They rebuilt it," Tadashi muttered.

Fred rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, they kind of had to. It wasn't a pretty sight when…you know…"

Tadashi nodded and took another step towards the Exposition Hall, taking in the sight of support plants and ladders leaning against half-built walls. He tried not to look in front of the building, where fresh flowers were laid on the ground in a pile. Reds and yellows and purples. Tadashi recognized the yellow ones as daisies and shuddered to think how many people had laid them there just for two people. And how painful and infuriating it might be when they realize that neither of them were dead in the first place.

"Look Tadashi," Fred started, "I know you want to do the whole 'See the Place Where I Almost Died' thing. Captain Fancy did that twice in his original run…or at least, I think it was Captain Fancy. That's not important. Do you know how many people on campus are gonna want to have their eyes checked when they see you walking in broad daylight."

"Your dad's working on getting me declared alive," Tadashi shrugged, "We'll be fine. I just want to come here and…"

"And…?" Fred prompted after a minute of silence.

Tadashi turned to him, "I know I survived the fire, I just can't really remember how. I was thinking that, maybe if I went to the scene, I could job my memories a little bit."

Fred nodded sagely, "Makes sense, I like what you're thinking."

Tadashi looked back to the Exposition Hall, "And maybe I could see if I could recreate what happened in there."

"Annnnd you lost me," Fred tried not to look nervous.

"It's just like I said, Fred," Tadashi continued, "One minute, I'm in front of the building and the next thing I know, I'm standing inside of what was left. And I then I touched the ground again and everything went black. I need figure out what's happening and I need someone to see it, too!"

"Okay, I see you're taking the route of the Hulk, I like it so far," Fred nodded, still pale, "But how am I supposed to keep you from…you know…disappearing again?"

"First thing I remembered the day I came back was thinking about Hiro and Aunt Cass. If I don't pull myself out quick enough, just call out to me."

"You know this is a bad idea, right?" Fred asked.

Tadashi sighed, "I know. But it's the best plan we've got."

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Author's Note: As with the counseling scenes from Bad Idea, I base them off my own personal experience. No drugs, no medication – except to help Hiro's anxiety – just talking. And I tried to do a little additional research and ended up seeing reviews for one area that is most likely near my location, most of them calling the staff "cold and uncaring."

I have seen this cliché of apathetic doctors in Hurt/Comfort fanfics on this site and I intend to avoid that issue here. A doctor acting any way like that towards patients is practically begging "Please, have me barred from practicing psychology/medicine. I am not fit for this field and only care about the money and will treat you with contempt where none is needed or wanted" (and it really begs the question about why they decided to become a therapist/doctor to begin with).

That being said, I wanted to try fleshing out the therapist, so he wouldn't be a carbon copy of Hoffman from a few chapters ago. The background details in the chapter can give you a few hints about Rogers, I hope.

Also recalled a scene from another BH6 fic called Breathe which is basically "What if Hiro didn't activate Baymax in the movie and dealt with the loss through unhealthy coping mechanisms" where Hiro wouldn't even talk to the therapist Aunt Cass tried making him see. I just wanted to have a scenario where Hiro would benefit from counseling rather than reject it. Poor kid…