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~ Acidwing: Thank you, thank you! I pride myself on my ability to create awkwardness. (I swear it has nothing to do with my real life *cough - maybe - cough*)

~ Izi Wilson: Eh, well Tony's about a tactful as a righthook so. . . Still, that's why we love to hate him.

~ Rin-s666, Rissa-chan, and TryMe626: Thank you for all the wonderful support!

~ Eiraluna: Glad I could excite you (that so did not sound weird in my head -.-)

~ Rochana: I pray for the patience that Fury has, I swear if that man could control his temper he'd be a saint!

~ Hope' e: Your reviews make me laugh. I didn't think anyone would get that excited over Honey punching Tony, I just thought it would make a nice twist.

~ animals202: that's one way of looking at it.

~ (guest) SuperDarthVader: Sorry about the no Ultron thing, I don't want to mess with the movie it's way to good as it is. Thanks for pointing out my mistake. Let me know if you spot anything else!

~ Knight Yuuki: Evil laugh? Nice touch! It's given me a few ideas, something along the lines of Tony or Natasha sadistically smothering Hiro in "love." Mwhahahah! *cough - I'm not evil! - cough*

~ forever-a-fanchic: Thanks for explaining 'whumps' to me. I had no idea there was a word for that. to answer you question: yes, there will be 'whumping' in future chapters.

Clean Up

It was one of those rare, once in a life time moments in which Nickolas Fury was happy. . . on the inside. . . and only as long as he avoided looking at the mountains of paper work. . .or the incoming reports. . .or the – Ok, so for a very tiny, brief moment he was almost happy. His agents in charge of cleaning, ie the new recruits, were definitely happy. One had even gone so far as to volunteer to help with paper work, a task almost as hated as clean up.

The cause of this rare day of joy was simple; for once the mess made by Tony Stark – and by default whoever happened to be near him, in this case the rest of the Avengers and Big Hero 6 – was being cleaned up by the ones who made it instead of whatever poor soul was being punished at the time.

"Angry isn't really a look you can pull off."

Honey Lemon twitched as she stood on the side walk waiting for her ride, and cast Fred a look only slightly less angry than the one she was giving Avenger's, formerly known as Stark, Tower. Fred sighed and eyed the still fuming blonde next to him, when it came to angry women getting away was more his area of expertise, calming them down. . .not so much.

"That was a nice right hook," Fred offered and to his relief Honey's expression shifted to a slightly pleased yet guilty look.

"I suppose I reacted a little too harsh," Honey said slowly, twisting the hem of her over long shirt between her fingers.

"No," Fred said quickly. He'd suffered GoGo's wrath enough times to know that when a woman reacted like that you never, ever told them they were wrong, if you were brave you suggest less painful methods. . .If you did so from a safe distance. In this case though, Honey's fit of rage was understandable. "I don't what he was thinking, but Tony shouldn't have said that."

"No he shouldn't have," Honey hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. "How could he have even – and of all the people to – what Hiro must have felt!"

Fred gave a sigh of relief when Honey's anger vanished, replaced with a much more familiar worry. A worried Honey he could deal with. Pushing himself off the wall of the unmarked building, Fred slung an arm over Honey's shoulders and gave her a reassuring hug.

"You should be more worried about yourself," Fred told her. "Hiro has all us and Baymax for support, you're the one who's going back to be alone in San Fransokyo."

"I still say it should be Hiro," Honey argued. "I don't want him anywhere near that – that, sorry excuse for a human being!"

Fred winced at the volume of Honey's shout and cursed Wasabi's luck at getting out of dealing with an upset Honey. Dealing with emotional women was Wasabi's area not his. Speaking of Wasabi. . .

"It should have been Wasabi," Fred corrected. "That was the plan."

Honey blushed and looked away.

"That's right," Honey muttered to herself. "I messed up your and Hiro's plan. I'm sorry!"

"AH!" Fred panicked as Honey looked up at him with teary eyes. "No, no! It's ok! Really, this works too!"

"Really?" Honey asked, lip trembling dangerously.

"Yep, promise!" Fred said quickly.

'Damn you, Wasabi!' Fred thought darkly as Honey apologized again. 'I don't know how, but I know you did this to me on purpose!'

"Oh, look! Natasha's here," Fred said, relieved. "Good bye, Honey. Take care, don't worry too much, and yes, I'll make sure Hiro calls you every day."

"Thanks, Fred," Honey called sweetly as she climbed into the car.

Natasha took one look at Fred's face and smirked as she drove away.

"Women," Fred muttered, rolling his shoulders. His eyes followed the car until it disappeared before trailing back up the street and stopping on a comic book store. Fred grinned. "Well, I can't say I've been to New York and didn't go shopping, now can I?"

Fred whistled happily as he strolled into the store.

"Tony, you are supposed to be cleaning." It was a struggle not to let the frustration show in his voice, but Steve gave it a valiant effort. Though the knowing look in Tony's eye said the billionaire knew exactly what he was feeling.

"I am," Tony replied, smirking as he took another sip from his shot glass. "I'm supervising."

"That isn't cleaning, that's being a nuisance," Bruce corrected, swiping the shot glass and replacing it with a sponge. "And since it's your fault this mess was made, the only person who shouldn't not be working is you."

Tony glared at the mess in front of him, but for once kept his mouth shut under his fellow scientist unusually hard look. Hand tightening on the sponge, Tony slouched out of his chair and knelt beside Bruce, ignoring Steve's disbelieving look.

Silence settled over the trio as Steve and Tony scrubbed away the scorch marks while Bruce dealt with the purple fungus growing on the table. After a few minutes in which Tonys' unnatural quietness only made the task more daunting than it was, Steve asked the question that had been bugging him.

"Why did you say that?"

Tony paused, eyes flickering through emotions too quickly for Steve to make sense of.

"I say a lot of things," Tony finally answered. "You'll have to be more specific."

Steve's expression hardened at Tony's dismissive tone.

"Fine. Why did you accuse the boy of killing his own brother?" Steve all but snarled.

It had been a long, hard road to mutual respect and tolerance between Steve and Tony, but after their fight against the aliens and Tony's sacrifice things had improved. Only, now Steve was wondering if he hadn't let Tony's suicidal act cloud his judgment of the man.

"I wasn't accusing him of killing his brother," Tony shot back, anger and the barest trace of hurt in his voice. "I only wanted to know why the kid's name was on the patent instead of the real inventor: his brother!"

Steve turned his eyes to the wall, frowning as he thought.

"I see." Bruce said softly. "Well, it sounded like you were accusing him of killing his brother in order to claim the rights to Baymax."

"I–"

"Don't tell me you weren't at least thinking," Bruce interrupted coldly, pinning Tony with a piercing look.

"So what if I was?" Tony growled, attacking the wall as if it had personally insulted him. "Stealing someone else's work, a dead family member's as well, is that really someone you want at your back?"

"What does it matter whose name is on the paten?" Steve asked. "As long as everyone knows the true inventor, does it matter whose name is on a piece of paper?"

"Figures an old fossil like you wouldn't understand," Tony scoffed.

"Tony," Bruce sighed wearily, before turning to Steve to explain. "While it's true most people don't bother looking at the registered paten to know the inventor, that only really matters if the invention is well known enough that everyone knows the name of person who invented it. For example, the Iron Man suit. Everyone knows it's a Tony Stark invention so there's no need for anyone to look up the name of the inventor."

Steve nodded along while Tony rolled his eyes, mumbling about idiots and their need for baby explanations. Bruce ignored both of them and continued with his explanation.

"To be blunt the purpose of a patent is to ensure legalities."

At Steve's blank look Bruce sat back, fiddling with his glasses as he thought.

"In order to make sure no one claims the rights to something that isn't theirs, in other words." Bruce glanced over at where Hiro was poking at the orange slime that had stuck Natasha to the floor. "The fact that Hiro's name is on Baymax's paten basically tells everyone that bothers to look that Hiro invented Baymax, regardless of his claims that his brother did so. Everyone will believe, however unconsciously, that Hiro created Baymax and Baymax will forever be seen as Hiro's.

"Now, I'm sure there are reasons why Hiro's name is on the paten," Bruce added. "But the fact does not change that right now, regardless of what Hiro or anyone else says, Baymax is Hiro's invention."

Steve pondered the implications and agreed that it did seem. . .odd, but he failed to come up with a reason for Tony's hurtful words.

"I still do not see a reason to be so harsh on the boy," Steve said slowly.

A dark look flashed over Tony's face, before it smoothed out into it usual haughty gaze.

"I have my reasons, capsicle. If you can't figure them out. . . Well, genius of my level are hard to understand."

Steve took a deep breath and prayed for patience, even if in the back of his mind he was counting down the days until his patience snapped and he decked the arrogant man.

"Either way," Steve ground out with forced calm. "You should still apologize."

"No."

"Tony," Bruce sighed, he must have broken a world record in sighing by now or at least be close to doing so. "What you said, regardless of the reasons! Was very much out of line. You need to apologize."

Tony's expression turned mulish.

"Apologize or I'll tell Pepper." Bruce hated using that card, but this was a special case.

"Fine," Tony spat. "I'll tell the brat I'm sorry, after we're done cleaning this mess."

Knowing that was as good as they were going to get Bruce and Steve backed off.

Hiro poked absently at the orange sludge, gently nudging into a container.

"Hiro, you appear to be relapsing into the same behaviors you had shortly after Tadashi passed."

Hiro twitched and curled in further on himself.

"Hiro," Baymax continued. "These behaviors are quite unhealthy. I wish to help, however I do not understand the cause."

"He's the cause," Hiro spat, glaring at Tony.

"I do not understand. Please explain." Baymax settled himself next to Hiro, blocking his view of Tony.

"What he said," Hiro ground out. "It was. . .hurtful."

"Mr. Stark has not spoken to you today," Baymax pointed out.

Hiro let out a strangled sound and sent Wasabi a pleading look.

"Yesterday, Baymax," Wasabi said. "What Tony Stark said to Hiro yesterday, was very wrong."

"Regarding Tadashi?"

"Yes." Wasabi was relieved Baymax seemed to have the presence of mind not to repeat what Stark had said.

"Hiro, we have been over this," Baymax reminded gently. "Tadashi would not want you to be sad. I understand relapses occur. Please allow me to remind you, you are not alone. Your friends and your aunt are still with you and–"

"I'm not – That's not – Arg!" Hiro planted his face in Baymax's squishy body and flapped a hand at Wasabi.

Wasabi grimaced, but resigned himself to being the one to explain the situation to Baymax. He took a deep breath and fished out a stress ball. If he was going to do this he would need the distraction. Wasabi didn't want to get into another fight, even if he was still furious with Stark.

"Listen, Baymax."

The puffy bot looked up from where it had been patting Hiro on the head and. . was that a lullaby? Wasabi shook his head, a question for later.

"Hiro, all us really, are upset because what Stark sai – implied was that it was Hiro's fault Tadashi died."

"I see."

Was it Wasabi's imagination or did Baymax sound. . .angry?

"You are aware that is not true." It was not a question, but Hiro nodded anyway. Baymax turned to Wasabi and he hastily nodded as well. He might be the group's worrier but nobody, or robot, could out mother hen Baymax. "But you still feel guilt."

Hiro stiffened slightly and Wasabi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew what Baymax was trying to do, but he also knew Hiro really didn't want to talk about it. Not again and certainly not in such a public place. Pocketing his stress ball, Wasabi glanced around for a distraction.

"Hey, Hiro," Wasabi prodded the younger boy's head until Hiro finally looked up at him. "What was that thing Honey used to create this mess?"

"Hm? Oh!" Hiro sat up and looked around the room with a slightly sheepish expression. "That was probably the prototype for a portable version of her purse thing. I hadn't realized she'd brought it with her."

"Portable version?" Wasabi asked, turning back to his cleaning now that it seemed Hiro wasn't going to try to suffocate himself with Baymax. "When did you make that?"

"Well, I overheard Honey and GoGo talking," Wasabi shot Hiro a look that the boy shrugged off with an unrepentant grin, "and Honey mentioned how hard it was to hide her chemical bomb purse since it was so big and couldn't collapse. Then she went on to say how she hated feeling so defenseless without it, so I thought maybe if she had a smaller version to stuff in her backpack she wouldn't worry so much."

"Neat," Wasabi commented.

"Yeah, well it was supposed to be a surprise for her birthday, but she walked in while I was testing it out," Hiro pouted. "And I'm really regretting it now since we have to clean up this mess."

"Honey gets all the good toys," Wasabi teased. "I'm jealous."

"Jealously is not good for social groups," Baymax cut it. "There is also no need as Hiro was been designing portable versions for each of you."

"Baymax!" Hiro cried. "They were supposed to be surprises!"

"I am sorry, Hiro, I did not mean to upset you."

"It's fine," Hiro sulked. "They would found out anyway."

"I'd wondered what you were so busy working on." Wasabi screwed the lid onto the container holding the orange sludge and began mopping up the sticky residue.

"Yeah, Honey's comment got me thinking. We usually go out at night or have time to get our gear together, but what happens when we don't?" Hiro stood up and grabbed the extra mop Wasabi handed him. "I mean it only takes once and then. . ."

Hiro trailed off and Wasabi sighed at the look on his face. Somehow the conversation had come full circle and Hiro was thinking of Tadashi again. He could guess Hiro was wondering what would be different if Tadashi had been prepared for the explosion. Wasabi glanced over at where GoGo and Clint were scraping purple foam of the ceiling and wondered if he could trade with her. GoGo was blunt and tactless as a rock to the face, but she seemed to have better luck when it came to dealing with a depressed Hiro.

Wasabi eyed the way his friend and her Avenger partner interacted and groaned.

'Great, GoGo's found someone new to mess with. Poor man won't know what hit him when she's threw with him.' Wasabi grimaced and focused back on the sticky floor. 'Wonder if it's too late to trade places with Honey?'

"There, there," Baymax said soothingly, and Wasabi was tempted to join Hiro and hide away from the world for awhile.

Something green and fuzzy landed on his head. Wasabi twitched, and bit back a scream as it wriggled – wriggled, on its own! – off him onto the floor.

'Tomorrow should be great, considering all the karma I've gathering today!'

Author's Notes:

Well, a bit slow but necessary for set up. Sorry it's a bit late, the Honey/Fred thing kept turning out weird. As for the Clint/GoGo thing? Well, I don't know if that will go anywhere but it seemed like a fun idea. Anyway, your patience shall be rewarded in the next chapter!

Special head to head battle between Avengers and Big Hero 6! Which group (or person(s)) shall triumph? And who gets set against who? I have ideas, but suggestions are welcome!