Comments to Your Reviews:
~ Izi Wilson: No, the Avengers expressed their opinions during Fury's debriefing, but they might get a chance to give a more in depth analysis after the 2 groups meet.
~ Hope' e: Yep, They're meeting. Well, Tony and Hiro are, Thor's not going to get a lot of time since he's dealing with Loki.
~ Acidwing: I hope the wait was worth it and here ya go!
~ EiraLuna: Hopefully I won't forget Hawkeye again. To be fair, he's always there in my head, I just forget to give him lines.
~ (guest) SuperDarthVader1: Ah, I guess I should clarify that a little more. This cross over takes place a few weeks (maybe months) after the movie Big Hero 6 and a couple months after the Avengers movie where they fight Loki and his Chitura (pretty sure I spelled that wrong) army, so New York is about half way rebuilt. Yes, there will be a villain(s) but I haven't decided who yet. Not Ultron, that's too many movies away from where this cross over is in the marvel time line, sorry.
~ forever-a-fanchic: All good ideas, so I'll do what I can. The length really depends on my muse, is this long enough?
~ .china: Yeah, hehehe, I try to remember Hawkeye, but he's such a quiet character (unless he's mouthing off to someone) that in my head he just sort of stands in the corner glaring at people, so he's there, just not talking. But! I will give him more lines since he is one of my favorite characters.
~ Demonicsis: Well, you were mostly right, only I think you'll be surprised who got to Tony first.
~ to Rochana, bellekitten, DeathStar5799, Rin-s666, and animals202: Thanks you for your continued support! Always wonderful to hear and know people like what I do.
Oh, to 'Hope' e' and ' .china' I don't know why, but I every time I save my work your name get cut in half. I've tried to figure this out and I swear I dented the wall with the number of times I've banged my head against it, but it just won't cooperate! So, sorry!
And It Went Like This. . .
"Big Hero 6 will be here in 6 minutes." Fury stared at the Avengers. "I have work to do, so you'll be on your own. Behave, Stark! This particular group is of interest to many parties and I don't want to have to explain how and why you fucked this up."
"I swear there's an echo in here, either that or you're going senile, considering," Tony looked up from his phone, "you've said the same thing 8 times this morning."
"I've found that repetition works best with you, Stark," Fury shot back. "Given your attention span is shorter than a 3 year olds."
"Fury made a funny?" Tony clutched at his chest in mock surprise. "Oh, God, the world must be ending. Everyone, quick, update your wills!"
Fury's expression became even stonier.
"Don't worry, Director Fury, we'll do our best to make sure the Big Hero 6 feel welcome," Steve assured.
Banner nodded while Natasha and Clint simply looked bored. Fury swallowed a sigh but considering Banner wasn't green and his two agents weren't displaying any weapons this was about as good as he was going to get. Fury silently prayed that between Rogers and Banner, somebody would be able to keep Stark from messing everything up.
"I'll have Agent Hill send them in." Fury strode out of the room.
He would give them a few hours to 'bond' and then he'd check on them. Hopefully, nothing would go wrong.
Fury closed his eye, counted to ten, and once again looked at the room. Nope, nothing had changed.
Stark was still sitting on the floor holding a shot glass full of ice to a rather colorful looking black eye and sporting a split lip, several scratch marks, and possibly even bite marks. A short ways away from him, Rogers was restraining a now wide-eyed but still angry looking Honey Lemon, who looked to have put up quite a fight judging by the way Rogers' arms were bleeding and the way he was favoring his left leg. A few feet behind Rogers, Clint had Wasabi in a choke hold and appeared to be keeping him from jumping Rogers from behind, or possibly Stark. It was hard to tell who the boy was glaring at. Natasha was struggling to free herself from. . .something while glaring daggers at the GoGo girl whose arms were pinned to the table by a couple of daggers that Hiro and Fred were trying to pull free. Most concerning, Banner was standing in a corner and looking a little green as he worked through a series of breathing exercises while what looked like an overgrown, multi-colored marshmallow tried to comfort him.
As if that wasn't enough to put him days behind in paper work, the entire room looked like a war zone. Scorch marks in the oddest places, a knife in the window, one of the cabinets was glowing a poisonous shade of orange, several chairs were broken beyond repair, half the room was green and fuzzy, and something purple dripped from the ceiling.
"Would someone," Fury growled, hand twitching toward his gun as he fought the urge to throttle everyone in the room, "mind telling what the hell happened here!"
There was a short pause before everyone started talking at once. Fury's head throbbed painfully as he wondered where it was he had gone wrong. The day had started off so well too!
"You, boy," Fury barked, pointing at Hiro. "Tell me exactly what happened."
"Er, well." Hiro swallowed.
"Hello, I'm Honey Lemon. Nice to meet you." The petit, blonde Latina waved a hand, smiling sweetly as she adjusted her glasses.
"My name's Wasabi and it's very nice of you to meet with us. I must say, I am very impressed with your security though I do wish we were meeting on the ground." The tall, well built man glanced nervously out the window, dreadlocks swinging as he shuddered.
"GoGo." It wasn't clear if the darkly dressed Asian girl was introducing herself or giving someone an order.
"Hiro Hamada." The boy looked positively tiny compared to the others and looked torn between being uncomfortable with the attention and wishing he could explore the helicarrier.
"They call me 'Fred.'" The lanky boy was the only one who appeared at ease with the situation and was already lounging in a chair, feet propped up on the table.
"I know that voice," Tony said, looking up from where he'd been messing with his phone. His eyes landed on Fred and he grinned. "Fred, my man, how ya been?"
"'Sup, Tony." Fred returned Tony's greeting with a lazy wave and a smile.
"You two know each other?" Hiro asked, sounding as surprised as everyone looked. "How?"
"All rich people know each other," Tony answered dismissively.
"Tony's the one that helped me find my true calling," Fred explained and Tony snorted.
"You should have seen this kid when I first met him, all stuffy and proper." Tony shuddered before kicking his feet up to mirror Fred and continuing smugly. "Fortunately, I managed to save him. A couple of minutes alone with me and a few dozen comics books later and BAM!"
"I'm a whole new me," Fred finished. "I saw the light and never went back."
"Your parents must be so proud," Clint said, voice drier than a desert.
Fred just grinned at him.
"Well," Steve began, struggling to bring the conversation back on topic. "Those are some interesting code names you guys have. How did you come up with them?"
"Let me guess," Tony drawled. "Fred?"
"Could anyone else do them justice?" Fred asked innocently.
"They're not code names," Honey explained, tactfully ignoring Fred and Tony's exchange. "They're nicknames Fred gave us. We've been going by them so long now even our teachers use them."
"Ah, that's right you're all students. What do you study?" Bruce asked, curious about his fellow scholars turned heroes. "Oh, I'm being rude. My name is Bruce Banner."
"Dr. Banner!" Honey squealed, eyes almost shining in delight. "Oh, it's so nice to meet you! I absolutely loved your paper on delaying chemical reactions, and your work with common substances for previously un-thought of reasons was so inspiring!"
"Is-is that so?" Bruce fiddled with his glasses, both embarrassed and pleased. "I take it you have some interest in the field?"
"It's my major," Honey answered. "In fact, I use chemistry as my 'weapon.'"
"Really?" Bruce leaned forward, scientific curiosity winning out over his insecurities. "And how do you do that?"
"Ah, well you see I–"
"And there she goes," Hiro whispered to Wasabi who chuckled lightly.
"That is English, right?" Steve asked, a sinking feeling in his gut telling him that he was once again being left in the dust.
"I think at this point it's mostly Latin. . . Maybe some Greek too," Wasabi added thoughtfully before shrugging and giving Steve a tired smile. "Don't worry about it. None of us can follow her either when she gets like that. Captain America right?"
"Nice to know I'm not the only one, and Steve Rogers please," Steve said, holding out his hand.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Rogers," Wasabi returned, shaking the man's hand. "Must have gotten quite the culture shock when they woke you up."
"I'll say." Steve grimaced slightly. "I never thought I wouldn't be able to recognize my own home."
Wasabi nodded understandingly. "A lot of people went through something similar during the rapid change from San Francisco to San Fransokyo. Have you thought about–"
Hiro sighed and exchanged bored looks with GoGo who looked about as happy as he felt.
"Well, everyone knows who those guys are," GoGo flicked her fingers at Tony, Bruce, and Steve. "So who are you guys? The babysitters?"
Clint laughed and even Natasha quirked a small smile, though the expression might have had more to do with Fury ordering them to be 'welcoming' than because she was actually amused.
"Clint Barton, and my partner, Natasha, agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." Clint offered them a mock salute. "Though you're not wrong about the babysitting."
GoGo smirked and ruffled a chuckling Hiro's hair.
"We were wondering who you were. Saw a picture of you guys fighting off some aliens, but no names were attached," GoGo explained.
It was a subtle dig for information and Natasha spotted it at once, although how innocent a search it was remained to be seen.
"Well, it wouldn't really do to go around naming agents," Natasha answered smoothly, angling herself to give the girl her full attention.
"True," GoGo sighed, recognizing the passive interrogation. "Still, makes people wonder more if there's a mystery, don't it?"
"I guess that's true too." Natasha smiled, a little more genuinely when it seemed GoGo was willing to play along.
"Great," Clint muttered. "She's just like Natasha."
"That," Hiro eyed the two women, "is not a good thing, is it?"
"No, kid, it ain't, but what can ya do?"
Hiro shrugged, idly fingering the handle of Baymax's charging box and wishing the bot was out to keep him company.
"So," Clint cast around for something to talk about and came to a glaring realization. "Aren't there supposed to be six of you? Or did you just choose 'Big Hero 6' to mess with people's heads?"
Hiro blinked at the man, before muffling a laugh.
"First of all, we did not choose that name. Like any of us are that unoriginal. The media did and we got stuck with since we couldn't agree on anything else fast enough. There are six of us and," Hiro smiled mischievously. "All six of us are here."
"Last time I checked, kid, there were only five of you." Clint said dryly. "I know Nat doesn't think much of my intelligence, but trust me, I can count."
Hiro laughed and gave Clint a 'come here' gesture. Clint leaned forward and Hiro yanked a hair off the top of his head.
"Ouch! Damn it, kid, what was that for. . ." Clint trailed off, hand twitching toward a hidden knife at the sound of rushing air.
A large, white blob inflated next to Hiro, who was still grinning at the look of surprise on Clint's face. A distant part of Clint's mind, the part that wasn't dealing with the sudden appearance of an unknown thing and cataloging weaknesses, was wondering why the kid had brought an oversized balloon animal.
"Hello, I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion."
Clint's jaw dropped at the calm, cool voice, and he would swear the thing smiled at him.
"What is that?" Clint was not scared, he just had a healthy wariness for anything he didn't understand. Given his close association with Tony Stark he felt his worry was perfectly justifiable.
"This is Baymax who, as he just said, is a personal healthcare companion. He's also the sixth member of Big Hero 6," Hiro added off handedly.
"Are you injured?" Baymax asked. "My scans indicate no sign of injury, however it was your voice that indicated pain."
"Aaaah. . . No, no. I'm fine," Clint answered, resisting the urge to pop the over grown balloon as it leaned in close. "Please back off."
"Is my presence making you uncomfortable?" Baymax sounded honestly confused.
"Yes!"
"My apologies. I will stay at a distance." Baymax turned and ambled a few feet away. "Is this better?"
"Yeah, sure," Clint said, raising a brow at Hiro who'd watched the exchange with barely suppressed laughter.
"Scan me."
Hiro whipped around to see Tony standing in front of Baymax, a shot glass in one hand and a mildly curious look on his face.
"As you wish, sir." Baymax's 'eyes' glowed briefly as he looked the man over. "Scan complete. Sensors indicate numerous problems. Would you like me to list them?"
"Lay 'em on me big guy." Tony took a sip of his drink, keeping one ear open as the bot listed all his problems and silently wondering if –pft! He was Tony Stark, better make that a when – he could get the kid to show him the specks. Tech like this was made to be explored!
". . . and given the current state of your liver, it would be in your best interest to cease the habit of drinking as soon as possible."
"Not gonna happen," Tony snapped, making sure to take an extra large drink.
"Studies have shown that those who drink frequently do so because they are unhappy." Baymax tilted his head. "Are you unhappy Mr. Stark?"
Tony choked on his drink. It was a bit weird, and quite frankly sad, that the first person to ask him that was a puffy marshmallow.
"I'm fine!" Tony pointedly ignored the sounds of Clint laughter and Bruce and Natasha's quiet chuckles.
"My scans detect hormonal changes often seen when one is lying." Baymax informed Tony. "Studies have shown that people lie for many reasons, predominantly because of insecurity. Such acts often lead to depression, which is another reason people drink. When one is depressed it is best to inform them that they are cared for. Caring can be showed in numerous ways, the most common of which is a hug."
Tony was impressed, very impressed. Not only was Baymax able to pick up on physical injuries and deduce proper methods of healing, but it was able to pick up on mental problems and formulate possible means of correction. Tony was very much impressed, or at least he would be if the bot was not pressed up against him in some weird perversion of a 'hug.' His poor ego was also taking a hit as the other laughed at him.
"There, there." Baymax gave Tony's head a series of soft little pats.
"Kid, get your bot off of me."
"Baymax, you can't go around hugging people unless they know you," Hiro said, and Baymax let go of Tony.
"Do you feel cared for now, sir?" Baymax asked.
"Yeah, sure, never better," Tony said swiftly. "Not bad, kid, not bad."
It was actually impressive to the point Tony was dancing on the inside at the thought of someone else able to work on the same level as him, but Tony wasn't about to say that after he'd been forcibly hugged. However there was something tugging at the back of his mind, and he flicked his eyes over to Hiro.
"You said your name was Hamada, right?"
"Yeah," Hiro answered slowly. "Why?"
"I remember someone talking about a Hamada working on an AI." Tony squinted up at Baymax's face, as if he could see inside the bot through its eyes. "But that wasn't you, was it?"
Hiro flinched slightly and GoGo tugged his hair, her not so gentle way of telling Hiro he wasn't alone.
"No, that was my brother, Tadashi," Hiro answered lowly.
"Did you finish or is the AI all his?" Tony asked, eyes flicking from Baymax to his phone where he was looking up various information on the Hamada family.
"My programming was designed by Tadashi," Baymax answered. "However, after an accident destroyed my original body, Hiro built me this one."
"Interesting," Tony muttered. "How close to the original?"
Again it was Baymax that answered.
"This body is 92% identical to my original body."
"I only made some slight changes to the covering since it popped so easily," Hiro explained. "And broadened the analysis spectrum."
"How so?"
"I am now able to perform minor x-rays. CAT scans and MRIs are still beyond my capacity however."
"That's amazing!" Bruce exclaimed. "What all is it you can do exactly?"
While Baymax listed his abilities Tony flicked through the patent, noting that there were certain features not listed, possibly new additions. Tony also noted that the patent was held and owned by Hiro not Tadashi, the inventor. While Tony knew from records that Tadashi had died it seemed. . .odd that Hiro was listed as the inventor. Odd and concerning.
Tony Stark didn't like a lot of things, but people who stole the credit for others' work was high on the list.
"So, kid, you gonna bump me off next so you can claim full rights to the metal suit as well?"
There was half a second of stunned, horrified silence before a shriek of unholy rage shook the room and Honey launched herself at Tony.
Tony's cry of pain jolted the rest out their shock and Steve shot out of his chair the same time as Wasabi, his normally kind face twisted in anger.
Clint, knowing that Steve could handle the tiny – if very angry – Latina, threw himself at Wasabi to keep him from tackling Steve or helping Honey beat Tony to a pulp like it looked the dark skinned man wanted to do. Taking down someone who, despite being a 'superhero,' had no training in combat was easy. Keeping him down. . .not so much, especially since Clint didn't think Fury would be to happy if he put one of his new recruits in the hospital. With a sigh, Clint tightened his hold and prayed Wasabi tired himself out quickly.
Steve was faced with a similar problem as despite how tiny Honey was, especially in comparison to himself, the woman was putting up quite a fight. The situation was made worse when upon realizing she wasn't going to be able to physically assault Tony, Honey pulled out a small device and began throwing multi-colored balls.
Steve made the mistake of thinking they were just marbles until they began exploding. Gritting his teeth, Steve tried to wrestle the device from Honey while keeping her from attacking Tony again.
Honey, however, was not about to let that happen and the only thing Steve's effort resulted in was Honey's little chemical bombs hitting everything but their intended target: Tony Stark.
Bruce who'd been knocked to the side when Honey had thrown herself at Tony had immediately tried to leave the room, only to find his way blocked by a cursing Clint and a struggling Wasabi. Resigning himself to being stuck in the room, Bruce backed as far away from the struggling pairs as possible only to have a knife whiz past his ear and lodge itself in the window next to him.
Bruce glanced at the quivering blade and bit back an oath when his reflection showed his eyes flickering from brown to green. Gently rubbing his temples, Bruce began a series of breathing exercises. Unfortunately those required at least some concentration and that was rather hard to get when things were exploding at random intervals. Gritting his teeth, Bruce backed himself farther away and bumped into something soft and squishy.
"Hello."
Bruce's eyes snapped open only just noticing he'd been followed by the bot.
"You appear unwell, do you require assistance?" Baymax tilted his head, unknowing or uncaring that the smoke from Honey's bombs had colored him.
"Do you know anything about keeping calm?" Bruce asked, not really caring about the answer but finding the bot's calm and unhurried voice soothing.
"Yes, would you like me to talk you through some exercises designed to help?"
"Sure, why not!" Things could always be rebuilt, not that he wouldn't feel bad for breaking the kid's robot, but if things got out of hand Bruce would much rather face an upset teenager over a dead one.
"Very good. Breath in nice and slow, hold for a count of–"
While Bruce used Baymax as a make shift shield against the chaos, Natasha and GoGo were staring each other down. GoGo ready to sprint to Honey and Wasabi's aid, and Natasha with a handful of knives keeping her from doing just that.
One of Honey's chemical bombs rolled to a stop at Natasha's feet and Natasha was a second too late in getting away.
"Shit!"
No matter how hard she struggled, Natasha couldn't free her feet from the sticky mass. To make matters worse it seemed to be spreading.
"Don't move," Natasha ordered when GoGo made to vault over the table.
GoGo gave her a look and ignored the order.
"Stay put!" Natasha hissed, flinging a knife and pinning GoGo's sleeve to the table. A few more knives ensured GoGo wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Fred and Hiro, who'd been forced to scramble for cover when Honey began throwing bombs, surfaced again at GoGo's cry of rage.
". . .and that's about when you walked in. Sir," Hiro added, flopping down in one of the few remaining seats.
Fury closed his eye and let out a breath. It might just be time to admit defeat. Surely listening to Hill gloat was less torture than putting up with this.
Author's Notes:
Ok, so first off sorry this is a little late. I had some trouble deciding which way to go and didn't like how it originally turned out.
2nd, I don't hate Tony, really I don't, I just think he's seriously lacking in social skills, like tact for instance. That, and Tony Stark is a head case; a brilliant, genius head case, but still a head case. That and Tony's still trying to get used to being a hero and dealing (nicely!) with others. So don't hate on Tony too much, I did kind of try to justify his thought process, but I'll get more into Tony's I'm-not-really-a-bad-person side in later chapters when the 2 groups bond a little more.
Well, I think that covers everything, but feel free to shoot me any questions in case I forgot something.