There were so many times in Hiro's life that he wished he could have done something. He was too young to do anything to prevent his parent's deaths. But Tadashi. He could have done something, anything, to try and keep his brother from chasing Callaghan into the fire. And now, there was this.

He was completely still. He felt frozen, with his eyes wide and his mouth still open. Part of him couldn't believe that Ome had done it. Part of him couldn't believe that Aria was dead. But she looked so small, crumpled on the pavement like that. Like a little bird. Her face was turned upwards, and her lips parted slightly. She certainly didn't look like she was in pain anymore.

Sound came back to Hiro slowly. It bled into his consciousness, and at first, it was indiscernible sounds. Those sounds morphed into the voices of his friends, though, each expressing their shock and grief at what had been done to Aria.

"You monster!" Honey Lemon shrieked, hurling some sort of explosive concoction at Ome. It his him broad side, knocking him away from where Aria lay, and Gogo took his momentary disorientation as an open invitation to charge. As she sped past Hiro, he noticed the glimmer of tears in her eyes.

"Aria," he whispered, still not believing that she was dead. Taking a few steps towards her, he broke into a run, sliding to his knees beside her. "Aria! Aria, say something!" He took her head in his hands, looking down into her face. "Wake up! Wake up damn it!" He ripped his helmet off and threw it to the side, and bent down, touching his forehead to hers. She was still warm. "No…no! Not you! Not you too! Aria!"

He felt so volatile, like a chemical reaction just waiting to happen. The pain in his chest had nothing to do with his ribs, and a sob ripped through his throat. Not again, this couldn't happen to him again! It felt like every time he loved someone, the universe had to take them away from him. It wasn't fair! Aria was a good person, this shouldn't have happened to her! Several tears streaked down his cheeks, falling on Aria's still face.

"I wouldn't grieve for too long," Ome laughed, merely batting the other members of Big Hero 6 away, like a cat playing with string. They were nothing to him, nothing at all. Hiro was yanked away from Aria by Ome, lifted into the air upside down, before being tossed across the parking lot, landing hard on his side. Pain exploded from his already aching chest, and it was all he could do to keep from passing out right then and there.

"Not gonna kill me?" Hiro groaned, trying to stand. He was again yanked into the air, this time tossed against the hood of a nearby car. He wasn't so quick to stand again.

"Oh, rest assured, I'm going to snuff each and every one of you pesky little mosquitos out," Ome said, walking over to loom over Hiro. He had an overly calm air about him. "And I think I'll start with you, since you're so attached to little Miss Magnet over there. You'll be the first to join her in hell." He picked Hiro up by the front of his suit, and he put up little protest. He hadn't the strength left to struggle.

"Do it then," Hiro spat, glaring through his tears.

"I can't die yet."

It took Aria a minute to realize she'd said this out loud. She hadn't known she'd had the capability to talk. She thought she was dead. But here she was. So she must be somewhere, right? But looking around, all she could see was black.

"Where am I? What am I doing here?"

"I think Ome killed me."

"Almost killed me." The black nothingness around her started to shift slightly. It looked like someone was trying to focus a wide-angle camera all around her. Squinting, she tried to make sense of the colors and shapes drifting lazily around her. And that's when the spinning started.

Her feet remained planted firmly on…whatever it was she was standing on. But everything around her spun at blinding speeds, the colors mixing and blending and forming new things. It all stopped so suddenly, she almost fell over. And she was suddenly on the stoop of an unfamiliar house.

"You could help with some of this stuff, Miss 'I don't need muscles to lift things'," she heard someone say playfully behind her, but as soon as she turned to see who'd spoken, the scene spun again. It was faster this time, if that were possible, and when it stopped again, she was inside an unfamiliar house. She stood, looking around the cluttered room she was in, a living room it looked like, and the voice spoke again.

"Hey, I said I'd get it for you," a figure said, coming around the corner. He wasn't out of focus, but Aria couldn't tell for the life of her who it was. He seemed familiar. "You just rest. I don't want you straining yourself."

"Straining myself?" she asked, but no sooner had the words left her mouth, the world spun again, ripping the living room away. When it stopped again, the same figure was there. His name was on the tip of her tongue, what was it? He was holding a struggling child, a girl, trying to wrestle mary janes on her feet. Again and again her world spun, displaying more and more scenes that seemed vaguely familiar, though she'd never experienced them before; children fighting, Thanksgiving get-togethers, graduations. There was one of a boy levitating a lamp. One of a girl manipulating 3D figures on a computer. One of a robot.

She knew that robot. Who was he? What was he?

"I know these things," she said to herself, trying to concentrate. "Gatta focus…what are these things…ug, I can't concentrate with all this spinning!" Putting her hands on either side of her head, the spinning abruptly stopped. But so did the vibrant scenes. Again, the black consumed her. But now, at least, there was another voice besides her own.

"Aria!"

"What!?" She called out to whoever had called her, but she couldn't see anyone.

"Aria, say something!"

"I'm saying something right now!" she screamed into the void. "Can't you hear me!? I'm right here!"

"Wake up! Wake up damn it!" This one really scared her; was she just sleeping? She didn't feel like this was a dream. It seemed too real.

"Am I asleep?" she asked the voice, but she got no answer. She whipped her head around, and took a few steps. "Who are you!? Hey, answer me! Am I asleep!?" Suddenly, she felt something hit her face, and touched her cheek. It was clear, and as she realized it must be tears, she got even more panicked. "I'm not crying though," she whispered.

"No! No, no…" Aria was seriously freaked out now, and she wanted answers. But nothing she was doing or saying was reaching the voice. Falling to her knees, she scrunched her eyes shut tight and held her hands together to her chest.

"I'm right here! Please! Please answer me! Please!" she shouted. She didn't think she could take one more second of this confusing blackness, it was hurting her in some way she couldn't even begin to describe. And just as she started to fall apart, losing herself to the abyss, she was yanked up and out of the void.

Aria's next breath was deep and startled. As she gasped for breath, her eyes flew open, though she couldn't immediately comprehend what was going on. It was all colors at first, the light burning her pupils. She squinted up at the sky, just breathing, just trying to reacclimate to the world of the living.

The world of the living really hurt.

Her whole body was sore, and as she lifted her head, she found her neck intensely stiff. How long had she been out? It couldn't have been long, seeing as the team was still battling Ome.

Oh shit.

Jerking her head around, she tried to see where Hiro was, and looked up just in time to see Ome slam him against the hood of a car. She felt her voice catch in her throat at seeing Hiro tossed around like that, and she shakily got to her knees. No one yet had realized that she was up and moving.

"Hiro," she said weakly, her voice not ready to come out of dormancy.

"I'm going to snuff each and every one of you pesky little mosquitos out, and I think I'll start with you," she heard Ome sneer, picking Hiro up by his collar. It felt like someone had punched her in the gut as she watched Hiro hang in the air as Ome moved to hold him up magnetically…like he had to her.

"No," she gasped, getting to her feet.

"Do it then," Hiro rasped. And with that, Aria felt something snap inside her.

"No…NO! LET HIM GO!" It was like she'd opened the floodgates. Without her regulator, she was feeling every iota of power that she'd been denied previously. Her insides felt wrong, broken, as they were flooded with enough energy to power the sun. She could feel her consciousness stretching deep into the Earth, gripping everything and anything it could get it's hands on. Halting the plates, shifting the crust, changing the currents. It was so monumental, so exhilarating…so uncontrollable. There was no end to this power. She could feel in in every channel and crevice of the Earth. She could feel every footstep, every heartbeat, every electrical pulse. This wasn't mere magnetism. Not anymore.

She hardly needed to think at all. She burst forward, slamming into Ome from behind. The two of them went flying, amid shocked gasps and cheers from the team, and it was a long time before they hit the ground. But Aria hardly felt the impact. It was like she had tunnel vision, and the only thing she could focus on was Ome.

"HOW DARE YOU!" she screeched, throwing him up into the air with just a flick of her hand, and bringing him down again. "YOU DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM! ANY OF THEM!"

"How are you overpowering me!?" Ome asked, genuinely terrified at the power he could feel rippling off of her. But she had no answer for him. Instead, as he lay looking up at her in horror from the ground, she lifted her foot. She'd meant to bring it down on his stomach, but he rolled at the last second, and her heel met concrete. It didn't faze her one bit though. In fact, when her foot made contact with the ground, it caused something of a butterfly effect. The team was thrown off balance by the ripple effect. And as soon as they began to get it back, they felt themselves begin to lift from the ground.

"Aria!" Gogo shouted, trying in vain to put her feet back on the ground. "Aria, what are you doing!?" Breathing hard, Aria glanced at her teammates, and panic flashed in her eyes.

"I don't know," she admitted, startled, as her voice didn't even sound like her own anymore. She looked back at Ome. He too was rendered airborne. And now that she controlled the forces acting around them, he was powerless. "But I know I'm going to finish this." Taking hold of Ome, Aria shot upwards, dragging him along with her. Her face was as hard as stone as she glared at him. And here, holding him hundreds of feet in the air, she could still feel herself connected to the larger forces of the Earth. In that moment, the planet felt like nothing more than one oversized battery, fueling her rage.

"I guess I'm harder to kill than you thought," she said quietly. Ome, looking at the ground under him and knowing he would not be able to catch himself, turned his terrified face up at the teenager.

"Please," he begged, reaching out for her in vain. "Please! I can change! I can! I'm…I'm just a man, for God's sakes!"

"Change!?" she snarled, getting up in his face. "I gave you a chance to change! And what did you do with it!? You tried to kill me and my friends!" The louder and angrier Aria grew, the worse gravity was being manipulated. It kept increasing and decreasing at varied intervals, following the waves of energy escaping from her. The building below her, collapsed from the inside out, was being torn in chunks below them, cars being toppled. And it wasn't just in the immediate vicinity either. Sirens could be heard going off in the city, the squealing of tires, the screams of people. She was messing with powers she had no hope of controlling, and she had no idea how to turn it off. Nor did she want to.

"Please!" Ome was a hyperventilating mess, and Aria almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Now that he was rendered powerless, he was just pathetic.

"Say goodbye, Ome."

"ARIA!" Before she could send Ome slamming into the ground, Aria looked down. Hiro was the one who'd called to her. He was clinging desperately to Baymax, who was using his thrusters to try and keep them steady. "Aria, stop this!"

"He deserves it," she said, pressing her lips into a thin line. She could feel tears at the edge of her eyes, but didn't want to cry in front of her enemy, even if she had him at her mercy.

"No, he doesn't! No one deserves death!" She looked back down at him. He looked so small. "I've been where you are, Aria! I know what you're thinking! But this isn't the way." Her chin started to tremble, and she turned her head away.

"He tried to kill you," she said, her voice wavering.

"How do you think I felt when I thought he'd killed you?" Her heartbeat faltered at his words, and she felt like doubling over. It was only then that she realized what the voice speaking to her in the darkness was. "Put him down, Aria. Just calm down. Everything's alright now." Aria looked one more time at Ome. She expected to still feel enraged by the sight of him, but that feeling was gone. Hiro was right. Killing Ome would solve nothing. She let him lower to the ground.

As she started to calm down, the gravity beneath her began to stabilize again, and the team were finally able to stand up right. She watched from her high vantage point as the waters of the bay calmed themselves, ad the bridge in the distance stopped swaying. She could feel her consciousness leeching from the Earth, being expelled, and her energy began to drain. She felt weak. Too weak to be so high up. 'I have to get lower', she thought, but before she could take even a single step, she felt her knees buckle.

"Baymax! Catch her!" was the last thing she heard, before she blacked out.