Chapter 1: Captured
Hiro awoke with a start in an unfamiliar room, with all sorts of thought racing through his head.
Where am I? came up a lot, and also How did I get here? And then it all came flowing back to him. The van. I was walking home and there was that damn van. But… but where did it take me? Where am I?
Hiro looked at his surroundings. The room was made of pure white tile, and Hiro was laying in a bed that was against the wall. The bed was white as well; the comforter, the sheets, the pillow, ect. Hiro sat up in the bed and quickly noticed he was still wearing the clothes he was kidnapped in. Against the wall in the other side of the room sat a long metal table that had tools spread out across it.
This confused Hiro even more. Tools? Am I supposed to build something?
Above the table was a flat screen TV suspended from the wall. Hiro was disapointed when it wouldn't turn on. There wasn't a remote anywhere either, so he couldn't watch TV. At this point, Hiro made the chose the only option he could.
"Hello?" he said aloud, hoping someone heard him, but also dreading that someone did so.
There was shuffling from outside the large metal door. There was the sound of hinges being unlocked, and the door slowly creeked open. A man stepped inside. We wore a black leather leather jacket that almost resembled that of a trench coat. The jacket had a strange logo on the right side that was unfarmilliar to him. It was like a skull with tentacles, very strange. The man also wore similar pants, and combat boots. He was bald, but what really got Hiro's attention was the eight inch scar going across his eye. This man looked like something out of a horror movie.
The stranger entered the room and closed the door behind him. Hiro could hear the hinges being locked back into place. He was still. The man remained the same way for a few moments, then began to speak.
"Ah," he said with a smile, "Hiro Hamada. I've heard remarkable things about you." The man had a very unmissable german accent.
Wait. Am I in Germany?! Hiro thought. No, no I couldn't be that far from home. It feels like i've only been asleep for a few hours.
"I know you're probably asking yourself who I am, and where you are. I will answer...some of those questions," the man continued. "I am Ansgar Teufel, and I will be makeing your stay here as… comfortable as possible." Ansgar Teufel talked as if Hiro knew where he was and what he was doing here.
"Where am I?" Hiro finally asked, not able to move his eyes which were fixed on Ansgar's scar.
"That… is one of the questions I cannot answer."
"Alright. Then, what am I doing here?"
"Ah, there we are; your purpose," Ansgar said with a somewhat excited look. "Hiro, there are very few actual intelligent people in the world. There are those who have a skill, but where did they learn that skill? Someone tougth them. If you need to be tought something, you are therefore stealing the knowledge of someone else. It is the person that created the knowledge that should be credited. You, are one of those kinds of people. Someone who created something to teach." Hiro had no idea where this guy was going with this. Was he being punked? Were there cameras in this room that played this live on TV for everyone to laugh at?
"Your robotics expertise has caught our attention. Our scientists have developed technology that is decades ahead of anything else, but you have created things that can only be seen in dreams."
"Are you with S.H.I.E.L.D?" Hiro asked. He knew he was being watched by S.H.I.E.L.D, and it would make sense that they would want him to join due to his intelect. But kidnapping? Hiro drew the line there.
Ansgar just laughed. "S.H.I.E.L.D? Of course not. S.H.I.E.L.D is a group that tries to control the world from behind a … shield of super humans. We try to help the world the be the way it should. The way it was always meant to be." This guy had to be the most vague person on the face of the planet. Who was we?
"And who exactly is 'we'?" Hiro asked, slowly backing away from the man.
"That is another question I have decided to dodge."
"What's the harm in knowing?"
"None… to us. We need your help Hiro." The man pulled out a long device from his pocket and clicked a button. A square hologram popped out of the device, and displayed pictures of another. Hiro was shocked at what it was.
"My… my microbots? You want them."
"Please understand that this device could have revolutionized the world, had it not been for it's violent use being made public." He pulled another device from his pocket that looked like a remote. Ansgar pushed a button and the flat screen flashed to life, showing an image of Robert Callaghan a.k.a Yokai. Ansgar continued to speak.
"It was a shame to see such a brilliant man use such a marvelous creation for evil. These microbots of yours could be the greatest thing mankind could ever behold. This is why we need them."
"So bad that you had to kidnap me?"
"Would you have listened to us if we hadn't?" He had a point. Hiro was always being asked about his amazing invention by his classmates and fellow scientists, and he hated the constant annoyance. The whole kidnapping thing definately caught his attention.
"Alright, let's say I wanted to give you my microbots, I couldn't. I'm fresh out," Hiro said, sitting on the bed.
"You constructed them once," Ansgar said, "it must be possible for them to be built again."
"It took me three months to make just a few bins of them. You just expect me to stay here for that long?"
"If that is what it takes."
"And… and what if I don't want to?" Hiro said in a threatening tone. Ansgar remained silent as he pushed another button on the remote. The TV now showed several videos of people. But not just any people; Hiro's friends.
"This is live feed from our ground team in San Fransokyo. Refusing my request will not put my superiors in the happiest of moods. These friends of yours seem innocent, there seems to be no reason for them to die." The smile on the man's face was replaced with a unpleasant frown. He was actually considering hurting his friends; Wasabi, GoGo, Fred, Honey Lemon, all of them.
"They can handle themselves in a fight," Hiro said, trying not to look phased by the man's words.
"Oh, can they?" Another button was clicked, and the flatscreen now showed a live feed of Hiro's Aunt Cass. "What about her? If you ask me, she doesn't seem ready for a gunfight at all." Now Hiro was scared. Aunt Cass was the most innocent person he could think of. If she ever got hurt…
"Who the hell are you," Hiro said.
"I believe i've already told you my-"
"I mean who's 'we'? What's this group that you're so proud of-"
"We are HYDRA, boy!" Ansgar spat in his face. "And we don't take no for an answer," He nodded toward the video of Aunt Cass. She was sitting in a chair with tears in her eyes. She knew Hiro was missing, and the last thing she needed was to be stormed by HYDRA agents.
"What would you have me do?" Hiro asked quietly, giving into the demands. Ansgar's mood seem to lighten a little.
"I've already told you what we need. You will be constructing the microbots and we will be more than happy to equipt you with whatever you need."
"I'll… I'll need a 3D printer. It's how I made the shells to house the microbots' robotics."
"It is done. Glad you could see things our way." Ansgar shut off the TV. He walked over to the door and knocked three times in certain places. Must've been some kind of code. The hinges could be heard and the door was opened. Ansgar walked out without another word, leaving Hiro in silence. That is until he punched the door in anger. This man had threatened his friends and his only family left, and Hiro wanted to see him dead.
HYDRA? Hiro racked his brain, trying to remember where he had heard that name. Then it clicked. It was the terrorist group from the 1940's that Captain America had taken down. But… but that was almost seventy years ago. HYDRA still existed?
Hiro shook the thought away. That was the least of his worries, yet the main point of them at the same time. He had no choice but to build HYDRA the microbots. Hiro didn't even want to imagine what they would do to his friends and family if he refused.
Three Months Later.
Hiro was sick of this. He was sick of being HYDRA's slave. Every time a Ansgar or a guard came into his room to check on his progress, he wanted to jump out at them and hit them 'til his fists bled. But he couldn't. He couldn't do anything without his loved ones being hurt, so he decided to build microbots for HYDRA and then he could leave all of this behind. Or could he? What if HYDRA kept him prisoner or even killed him to stop him from talking? This was pointless. Either way he was dead… No. No he was doing this to protect the one he loved. He'd keep working, and whatever happened afterwards, he would just have to accept it.
Hiro had finished his bin for the week. Every week, he would completely fill a bin of microbots, and a guard would come and take them away to who knows where. HYDRA hadn't given him a limit. He had been making microbots for month without stopping, so he assumed that they would tell him to stop at some point. He definately had constructed more microbots than he did last time. Probably having to do with the lack of breaks. He would occasionally get meals, which he couldn't complain. HYDRA was evil, sure, but damn, they could make some good steak.
HYDRA didn't know it, but Hiro was playing them. He had created possibly billions of microbots over the three months he was held captive, but what he hadn't built was a means of controlling them. The neurotransmitter was left unbuilt in the event HYDRA decided to try something. Hiro hadn't exactly thought of a plan on what he would do when they discovered this, but he would cross that bridge when he got to it.
Hiro leaned back in his desk chair, and closed his eyes for a minute. He was given a 'lights out' time and a time to wake up to avoid being tired, but Hiro was still exhausted. He felt like he could sleep for days. Then their were gunshots.
Hiro fell out of the chair from the noise, and stared wide eyed at the door. There were gunshots, screams, and men yelling orders to fire. Then all was silent. Hiro listened for a while, and there was nothing. Then the door swung open and a man in body armor stormed in, a pistol pointed in front of him.
"No!" Hiro screamed, covering his face with his hands. "I'm making your microbot's you've just gotta give me more time!" Hiro was expecting to be shot in the head. Maybe HYDRA had found out he never planned on building the neurotransmitter, and now they were going to kill him.
"Hiro Hamada?" the man asked in a soft voice. Hiro uncovered his face and saw the man had lowered his weapon. Who was he?
"Y… yeah," Hiro replied shakily. "Who are you?" The man walked over to Hiro and crouched to his side.
"My name is Agent Coulson. I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D. We're here to bring you home." Hiro slowly began to stand up, as did Agent Coulson.
"Don't worry," he said. "We're gonna get you-" Hiro don't know what came over him, but he hugged the man right there.
"Thank you!" he said through the sobs. "Thank you so much!" Hiro had been trapped here for so long. Just knowing someone was looking for him was enough, but now they had actually found him and he was going home.
"It's alright," Coulson said, lightly hugging the boy back . "You're safe now. Come on." Coulson began walking out the door, and Hiro followed. The first thing he noticed were the bodies. The guards he had seen everyday for the past three months were lying on the floor, blood seeping from bullet wounds. The second thing he noticed were the soldiers. They lined the hallways, holding guns to their side looking at Hiro. He knew someone was looking for him, but he didn't expect S.H.I.E.L.D. to send an entire aarmy to find him. Lastly he noticed the hallway. Hiro had never left his room, but when the guards or Ansgar came to check on him, he could peer through the open door and see a slight sliver of hallway. It was nothing like his neat, tiled room. The hallway was all stone. Not like stone blocks, but actual stone. It was as if HYDRA had just bore into the earth and built a room there. There were rusty pipes running along the walls, whatever they contained, it was probably for evil HYDRA purposes. Or maybe it was just water. There were also fresh bullet holes from the gunfight that had just went down. There were no windows, so the only sunlight that illuminated the hallway came from hanging lights on the ceiling.
Coulson began walking down the dimly lit hallway with Hiro in tow. He had to take big steps to avoid stepping on any bodies. He then notice that there wasn't just HYDRA soldiers that had died, there were also some S.H.I.E.L.D agents as well. That made Hiro fell bad. These people had risked their lives for him, and now he was walking through the hallways, stepping over their carcases.
The hallway ended at a door. Coulson pushed a button, and it opened. Clearly, it was an elevator. Hiro entered the very old looking elevator. It was one of those ones that looked like they were built for construction purposes instead of lifting people. Coulson pushed yet another button, but rather than going down, the elevator was slowly moving up. Were they underground?
The whole way up, it was silent. Then Coulson spoke up.
"We've been searching for you for months," he said, not looking at Hiro. "We raided every major HYDRA base we could find, but nothing. Then we intercepted a message that stated you were nearly done with the… microbots? Anyway, we followed the message back here, and, well, here we are."
"Thanks, again," Hiro said. "I was beginning to wonder if anyone would find me. Where are we?"
"Texas," Coulson said matter of factly. "We weren't searching anywhere near here to begin with. We went all across Europe, and HYDRA bases stuck out like sore thumb. We never expected them to set up shop in the U.S." HYDRA. Just from analyzing Coulson's words, Hiro could tell they were a major group. How did they remain hidden from the public for so long? From what he read about them, they rolled around Germany in tanks, but now they were being sneaky.
The elevator stopped after a couple of minutes. They must've been deep underground. The door in front of Hiro and Coulson opened to reveal a junkyard. Hiro squinted at the sunlight; something he hadn't seen in a long time.
"This place… is under a junkyard?" Hiro asked, his eyes adjusting to the light
"Would you look for a terrorist organization here?" Coulson asked with a smile. That made Hiro feel a little better. He had been through months of complete hell, so it was nice to finally smile.
There were several cars and vans parked outside the junkyard with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on them. The back of one of the vans opened uo, and a man about in his mid twenties came out, looking at Hiro.
"You found him?" he said with a slight scottish accent.
"Yeah Fitz," Coulson replied. "We got him." Coulson led Hiro into the back of one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. cars.
"We're taking you back to San Fransokyo," Coulson told him. "HYDRA won't come for you again. We'll make sure of that." He closed to the door and began speaking to the driver. "Take him back to the bus," he began talking quieter, probably not wanting Hiro to hear, "and make sure your not followed. HYDRA went to tremendous lengths to find him, I don't want there to be an ambush." With that the driver got in, and the car was moving.
Hiro had been trapped in that god forsaken place for three months, and now, he was finally free. He began to tear up at the thought of seeing his friends again. He was going to see Baymax again. He… he was going to see his Aunt Cass again. He was going home.
(A/N) The End. JUST KIDDING! Come on, I would never write something this short. You read the summary, you knew this would be a long one. You know that dramatic music at the end of all the Law and Order episodes when someone is saved or is stopped from going to jail? I imagined that when Hiro got out of the elevator. That's DaydreamDepartment out of your hair! )