2 Weeks Later

Tadashi blinked his eyes open, sleep having fogged them overnight. He yawned and looked around for what had awoken him up at the early hour of 6:30 in the morning. He spotted his alarm clock blinking on the nightstand, but wasn't quite ready to turn it off. He rested his head back down on his plush white pillow, shoving his arms underneath it and hugging the soft material to his chest and chin as he listened to the rather pleasant melody that streamed from the alarm.

"Give me a quiet mind…and I, I love you

You give me a quiet mind…and I, I love you

Until the end

Until the end"

The singer kept going, but Tadashi knew the song. It was A Quiet Mind by Blue October and he had heard it on the radio before. It made him allow his mind to wander off into a place where he began to gather connections between his relationships and the song. He was no longer normal, so a cave to run and hide in where one could feel normal again sounded like heaven. His relationships with his friends and family were broken, but in repair, and dear god, he needed strength.

He closed his eyes, shutting off his thoughts and just listening to the music. The world around him wasn't something he wanted to think about at the moment. Unfortunately, he didn't get much choice as the song ended and was quickly replaced by So What by Pink. Tadashi groaned and extended his silver arm out and smacked the top of the clock, deactivating the suddenly angry alarm. He swung his heavy legs around and set them on the wood floor with a loud clunk.

He gingerly stood up, careful not to clomp around too much. The patch of lighter, newer wood in the middle of the floor made him smile. While he hadn't totally gone through the ceiling, he had still made a hole that sent him down to his shin in the floorboards. Aunt Cass had gone into a fit and made him promise to be more careful before wrapping him up in the 12th hug for that day-turned-evening.

He remembered it well.

After he had broken his hug with Hiro, they had ambled over to where the rest of the team had been attempting to shut down the portal. Baymax informed them that he had scanned the portal and detected a life form with a very weak signature, most likely a person in a coma. Tadashi had ordered Baymax to fly up and bring it outside of the portal before it closed; a task which Baymax performed admirably and with fervor.

When Baymax had landed, he had returned with a rather large capsule which Hiro identified as the one that had been used during the experiment that had cost Callaghan his daughter's life. The team quickly popped the container open with help from Baymax and Tadashi's right arm, to reveal the unconscious and slumped forward body of Abigail Callaghan. Baymax had scooped her up and then waddled over to one of the arriving ambulances to hand over their first patient.

It was then that they had decided it was time to leave the scene, with Callaghan getting apprehended by the police from where he was attempting to regain his bearings, and the neurotransmitters were both destroyed. Still, Tadashi picked up both of the broken headbands and put them in the pocket of his coat until he could properly dispose of them later. It was then that he, his brother, and those who he recalled as being his friends, went home.

Home.

During the journey there, he tried to pull together as many memories of the house he had grown up in as he could. However, not all his memories had fallen into place and he couldn't quite remember everything he knew he should. It bugged him silently as they drove home in Fred's car until the corner house and café came into view. All his discomfort about not remembered was allayed and he jumped out of the car, cutting through traffic to stand in front of the house.

Home.

He realized that Callaghan's warehouse had never been home. It had always felt cold and unwelcoming, its grey interior gloomy and unloving. However, this place was colorful, warm, and comfortable. It was most of all, however, familiar. He felt a peace here that had been absent over the time that he had spent when he had been with Callaghan.

Still, something felt off. He was remembering everything slowly, and most of everything had come back to him, though a few small pieces like dates and small patches in time were still yet to surface. But that wasn't it. He felt like he didn't belong here anymore. He knew he should stay with Hiro and Aunt Cass, especially since they had just gotten him back, but he felt a small instinct to run. Be his own family. But on the other hand, when he thought the word leaving, a tugging yanked him back and made guilt well in his stomach as well as plaster a frown on his features which may or may not have gotten noticed and called out a couple times.

He showered and dressed, being extra careful to keep his stainless steel prosthetics out of a great deal of water. Having lost both his legs below his knees made showering difficult and taking off his right arm just made things downright inconvenient. Whenever he made a joke about it around anyone, they would always fall silent and look away. He often wondered if he took it too far, or they pitied him. It was probably the latter, but he couldn't be sure. He missed the old days, though they were just a few months before. It seemed back then that they could never take anything too far in their books.

No matter how he tried, things just weren't the way they were before.

Like me, he thought as he pulled his SFIT T-shirt over his head. He checked his appearance in a mirror and flicked his hand through his freshly cut hair and smoothed it down. After that, he carefully made his way down the narrow staircase to the kitchen and dining room.

"SURPRISE!"

Tadashi jumped and yelped, stumbling backward and almost toppling over backwards from his knees up. Once the initial shock had worn off, he looked around the dining room which was currently bathed in early morning sunlight streaming through the windows.

"W-Wha?" he asked, bewildered. Hiro and his Aunt Cass laughed and came over to put their arms around him in a hug.

"It's your 'Welcome Home' party since we didn't have one when you first came back," Aunt Cass smiled as she released him, "there will be doughnuts." Hiro smiled up at him, gap-toothed and ecstatic. His friends smiled over at him and waved.

"Welcome home, Tadashi-kun!"

Their greeting was unanimous and Tadashi smiled at his closest companions. Hiro rushed back around the table and grabbed something off of a chair that his friends were crowded around. He picked up a huge box and brought it over with a little help from Wasabi and Honey Lemon. Baymax appeared from the kitchen with a plate of chocolate-frosted doughnuts and his lower eye-covers rose up to half-way cover his eyes. He was smiling at the group.

Aunt Cass sat Tadashi down in the chair that sat at the head of the table and the trio of friends set the box down on the table in front of him.

"The silver-gear gift wrap is a nice touch guys," Tadashi snickered at the thought. He quickly opened it at the eager command of his friends. He found a black box under the thin layer of paper. He looked around the room which seemed about ready to burst from anticipation. Even Baymax looked excited and hopeful with his large hands clasped in front of his white chest.

Tadashi quickly flipped the lid off the box and rifled through the layers of paper and gaped when he saw what was inside. It was a set of exceedingly good replicas of human feet and an arm.

"It's our gift to you. I mean, it's kind of hard for you to go around in shoes with those," Hiro joked. Tadashi laughed and nodded, removing the arm and looking it over. It was near perfect, like his own. It seemed to be made of a material that was almost like skin.

"How did you know how to make this?" he asked his friends, a small smile playing on his lips. They smiled and looked at Hiro.

"Well, I kind of got Baymax to scan you quietly while you were sleeping and he got pictures of your arm and legs, so I copied them and made them in correct proportions for you using your height measurement and I calculated your weight by a little. They should be generally as good as the ones you made, but they're the reasons I've been looking so tired and staying at the lab for the last week or so. Try em' out," Hiro explained.

"And I helped with the nervous system connections, so they'll probably have split-second reactions like a normal leg. Probably," Wasabi put in.

"And I helped make the skin material. It should be invulnerable to heat, extreme cold, and water. I used a special experimental compound that some students had given up on and I pretty much perfected it. It should react to most other things like water the same was that normal skin would. It'll wrinkle," she finished.

Tadashi quickly unattached his metal arm and, smiling, attached the new arm. It soft and gave the appearance of muscle when he flexed it. Hiro or Wasabi must have installed sound dampeners since he couldn't hear whirring that usually accompanied movement. He did the same thing with his legs, rolling his jeans up to his thighs and attaching his new prosthetics. He was grinning like a child when he tried to stand on the prosthetics and his grin nearly reached his ears when they supported is weight with ease and let him walk at high speed with losing much energy.

It felt normal.

He hugged Hiro, Wasabi, and Honey Lemon, grateful for the sense of comfort that overwhelmed him. The group then proceeded to sit down around the table and dig into the plate of fresh baked doughnuts that melted in their mouths and the velvety chocolate filling spilled out into their mouths. Not long after, his friends had to leave to get to school, Hiro staying behind, not without complaint from their friends, to stay behind and help clean up the kitchen.

When they had finished, Aunt Cass had somehow managed to rope Hiro into a water fight involving the spray hose on the sink and soapy sponges. Tadashi recalled that he had a water gun of some kind upstairs and bolted away to fetch it. He smiled brightly as he took the creaky wooden steps two at a time, ecstatic that they no longer buckled under his weight.

He slowed when he reached the bedroom that he had left only an hour ago in a much darker mood. He quickly assessed the area before charging over to look under Hiro's bed first. Unsuccessful, he quickly zipped around the room, giving it a twice-over in a matter of seconds before heading over to his bed and getting down on his knees and peeking under it.

There it was!

He reached under and pulled the water gun out. He straightened, careful not to bump his head on the bed frame. However, he frowned as something had caught his eye in the dusty darkness beneath the bed. He lowered himself down to the floor and peeked under the bed.

He hadn't been seeing things.

He reached under the bed and his fingertips felt the hard dusty edge of the object he had seen. He searched for the edge and pulled it out. It was heavier than he would have thought it would be, though he had just considerably lessened his strength now without his metal arm. He brushed the top of the box off and ran his finger over a tarnished brass plate with kanji symbols embossed into it.

Hamada Akio

This box belonged to his grandfather. Something in his mind sparked, like it did whenever he was about to remember something. Ah, yes. He had seen this box before many years ago. It was not long before his parents had passed away that his father had taken him aside and shown him the box. He had explained that the first son of the family was to inherit the contents of the box for every generation and that no one had opened it since his grandfather. He had told Tadashi not to open it unless he absolutely needed to. He hadn't told Tadashi what was in the box, but Tadashi figured that if he didn't now, he would never know.

Unsure, he reached for the likewise tarnished brass locks and flipped them up one at a time, nearly cutting himself in the process. He swallowed and dug his fingernails into the small ridge that the latches sat on. He pressed up and the lid came surprisingly easily. Once he had his fingers under the edge, he hesitated, thinking on his father's words. He knew it was horribly cliché, but what if something would happen to him if he opened it. If this box went back in his family line as far as he thought it might, the chances were that it had roots in old Japan, which meant that there could very well be something sinister about the contents.

Steeling his resolve, he lifted the lid the rest of the way and clenched his eyes shut just in case something nasty flew out at him. Instead, when he cracked his eyes open once again, he was met with the sight of a pair of ninjato swords and a strange helmet. On closer inspection the two swords bore the Japanese kanji symbols for "fight" and "defend."

The helmet appeared to be a newer addition and looked similar to his Yokai mask, though it was a full white helmet with red lines drawn all over its surface. He looked past it to see the underside of the lid bearing the mark that the helmet's lines made up along with another kanji symbol that read "scarface."

The title seemed familiar. Something in his mind sparked again, but nothing was remembered. It felt almost like he was somehow connected to the word. No, the name.

This Scarface, was someone in his family.

No, he was Scarface.

He needed only to look into the mirror to tell. Though Baymax had been regularly applying healing cream to his scars, and they had long since faded away to be replaced by normal skin, he could always trace the outlines.

But was Scarface a hero?

He would make him be. Someone had to help. That's what he had told Hiro the night of the fire. He stood by those words. Why try to help people when you run the risk of failure on way when you can try a different one and inspire people; before you die, even. A smile crept onto his features as he began to think of the future once more.

It suddenly seemed bright.

He would use his shortcomings and falls to his advantage.

To the advantage of others.

He would be a hero.

His name is Tadashi Hamada.

And he is Scarface.

A/N: This is an origin story that I have written sort of for myself, because I am in denial about Tadashi dying(alright I have a crush on him, there I said it). In this one, he becomes Yokai but then Hiro saves him. This last chapter here is a prologue to the story that I plan to write. I will be attempting to write and illustrate a comic or manga about his life as Scarface, a superhero. It will be titled: Second Chance Hero. Here is the summary, please let me know if it or the idea needs help:

Tadashi Hamada: graduated SFIT college student, genius robotics scientist, enterprising young man, and super-vigilante. After spending a year in Japan, the 19 year old has completed ninja school and is ready to be turned loose on the world. As if there weren't enough of them already in New York, Tadashi has acquired a job in Stark Industries' robotics lab. Running the streets at night when crime still reigns, Tadashi gets work done in the dark while Peter Parker and the Avengers sleep. However, things get tough for Tadashi when three mysterious super villains show up and give him trouble separately. Will he be enough to take care of the city he now calls home? Or will he be forced to do something that any solo hero despises and ask for help?