A/N: Okay, so not much got done with this (or Zeus' Dice, for those reading it) during my vacation, sadly. Too much other stuff going on. Then work decided to go insane and have me in a ton, and one of my gerbils got really sick and I took her to the vet (spent a ridiculous amount of money) and passed away anyway :( But, I'm finally getting back to writing, so here we go.

Also, injuries start in this chapter, and someone's gonna have a lisp for a while from one of said injuries.

I'm sitting in a room

Made up of only big white walls and in the halls

There are people looking through

The window in the door they know exactly what we're here for

As much as he traveled while on the job as Stark Industries' Head of Security, Happy still did not like the flying part. Especially when he was racing against he clock to ensure his boss' safety. For once, he understood Tony's obsession with the Iron Man suits.

Planes just weren't fast enough.

But, he finally, finally landed in San Fransokyo, about twelve hours after he found his lead. Unfortunately, he now had to hunt around to find this group of Iron Man wanna-bes.

He searched the city for nearly an hour before he heard sirens. Remembering the articles that claimed the group worked as vigilantes, Happy followed the sound to a small bar, where police were being handed a few tied-up burglars by the very group he was looking for.

He'd found the Big Hero 6.

Don't look up just let them think

There's no place else you'd rather be

Hiro rolled his eyes as Tony continued to complain, brushing past and muttering, "You guys are ridiculous." He led the way through the door, hearing the rest following behind him.

"…So… I almost don't want to know what comes next," Tadashi murmured. They were slowly making their way down a dark hall.

Hiro huffed, a hand on the wall as he walked. "Geez, dude can't even afford lights in here?"

"Maybe this is part of his plan," Peter suggested.

"Baymax, any chance you can make some light for us?" Hiro asked.

The robot squeaked his way forward, stating, "I will do what I can." A low light emitted from his belly screen, but it barely lit the area.

Still, Hiro grinned up at his friend. "Thanks, buddy." He turned back, jumping when he realized he'd almost ran into a wall.

Tony chuckled. "Smooth, genius."

"Always a knucklehead," Tadashi said with a snicker. "Good to know some things never change."

Hiro elbowed his brother. "Jerk!"

"Like I said," the elder Hamada reiterated with a smirk.

The youngest turned around and moved away from the wall, declaring, "Okay, so the dude's trapped us in a maze, likely booby-trapped as some sort of… what, test?"

"Probably," Peter admitted, "though it's anyone's guess what this particular test is about."

"Dude's a psycho," Tony huffed, "he doesn't need a reason for doing crazy stuff."

"Any ideas for how to not get lost, then?" Bruce wondered, glancing around as much as he could at the others.

Everyone shared a glance before shrugging. "Keep Stay-Puft nearby, wary of more surprises?" Peter tried.

Tony shook his head. "Well, obviously this route's a bust, and genius boy over here's got no sense of direction—"

"Hey!" Hiro yelped, glaring at the billionaire.

"—So I say I lead."

Peter shrugged. "Sure. Like I said, bigheads first."

With a quick scowl at the snarky college student, Tony turned and led the way down another few halls, making seemingly-random turns.

"…You're totally lost, aren't you?" Hiro asked, arms folded over his chest.

"How do you know I'm not following a pattern?" Tony demanded.

"Uh, 'cause you're not. I'm just as good at math as robotics, and there's no order at all to your picking directions."

Peter rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Face it, Tony, you're just as flustered as the rest of us."

Tony barked back at them, storming forward without truly paying attention to his path. "I am not flustered! I do not get flustered! I'm Tony freaking Stark, I am cal—"

The others winced in sympathy as the billionaire ran straight into a wall.

"What you are is bleeding heavily from the nose," Peter responded.

"Gan id, bibsqueak!" Tony slurred back.

Baymax wobbled forward, doing a quick scan and asking his standard, "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"

"Ninedy-fibe."

Peter rolled his eyes again. "Prima Donna."

"Nothing new there," Bruce sighed.

"Hey!"

Hiro cackled in the background, even as Bruce and Baymax discussed Tony's injury and whether his nose was broken or just bleeding. The consensus was the latter.

With instructions on how to help the bleeding stop given to the billionaire, the group decided to continue on, this time electing Tadashi to be the leader. He eased forward slowly, edging around the section of wall that Tony had hit and continuing down the hall.

"Tho far tho good," Tony mumbled.

Peter smirked. "I think I like this new accent for you, Tony."

Tony glared back. "Thuddub."

"Continued vocalizations will not help your healing," Baymax advised.

Hiro just kept cackling.

"You thuddub, too!"

Tadashi rolled his eyes, knowing Tony's continued complaints would only keep Hiro amused and laughing. Instead, he chose to keep walking.

"Try not to go too fast," Bruce warned. "Given the lack of light, we'll need as much reaction time as possible if anything else… jumps out at us."

Tony of course took that as an insult. "Nod you, too!"

"Geez, don't take everything so personally, dude," Peter scoffed.

"Well, ekthuthe me if I don't wanna be thtuck here with you guyth makin' fun of me!"

Peter huffed. "Can I elect him leader again?"

Bruce walked up just behind Tadashi. The hall was too narrow to walk side by side. "So, you're being pretty quiet," he mentioned. "Any thoughts?"

The elder Hamada gave a slight shrug. "Your guess is as good as mine. I'm still kinda getting over the fact I'm still, y'know, here at all."

Bruce nodded. "Well, you were in a coma for a year. It probably will be easier for you to adapt, given your mind's been at rest, not making new memories since that night, than for, well, your brother, who had a year to mourn you only to find out you were alive the whole time."

Tadashi winced. "Yeah… thanks for reminding me…."

"Sorry…."

They walked a little further, then Tadashi gave a slight grin. "I'm starting to wonder if your… other half is more than just asleep."

"I doubt that," Bruce replied. "I've tried just about everything to get rid of him to no avail. When he's out too much and tires himself out, he'll almost hibernate. That's more what this feels like."

Tadashi sighed. "Great, back to square one…."

"Yeah, not exactly the best news when—" His eyes went wide, blinking at a red spot on Tadashi's back, then he lunged forward, tackling the college student.

They fell to the floor, Tadashi yelling, "What gives, man?!"

BANG

A bullet lodged in the wall right where Tadashi had been standing, and Bruce murmured, "Ah, that."

Tadashi's eyes were blown wide as he blinked at the hole. "Right, thanks…."

You're always on display

For everyone to watch and learn from

Don't you know by now

You can't turn back

Because this road is all you'll ever have

"Well, that was surprisingly easy," Wasabi said with a sigh.

"Better easy than impossible," Gogo shot back as she tied up the last of the burglars.

Wasabi shrugged. "True."

They handed off the robbers to the police, and Gogo gave a quick glance around. Civilians milled just behind the police line, just as usual, eager to see the Big Hero 6 in action.

Though right now, it was more the Big Hero 3.

She looked back to Fred and Wasabi. "Think we should head back and check on Honey and Cass?"

The two nodded, and they began to head over to the secret entrance Hiro'd built to access the garage while suited up. They'd barely gone past the police line when an overweight man in a suit sidled up beside them.

"So, why didn't your leader turn up?"

Gogo was immediately suspicious. The man didn't seem to give off the sleazy reporter vibe the group had gotten used to, but that didn't necessarily mean he wasn't just looking for a scoop. "We don't bother him for small fry," she practically growled.

The man smirked, and Gogo's bullshit meter was now ringing off the charts. "So, you just go around in… these suits," here the man gave a snide look to their hero getups, "whenever the police are too lazy?"

The lone female folded her arms, cocking her hip to one side to try to intimidate the man even despite her short stature. "Not sure I like your tone. What's with the questions, anyway?"

He gave a shrug. "Just wondering where you got the suits, that's all. They seem a bit… too close to a certain rendition owned by my friend's company."

"Our leader made these from his own designs," Wasabi cut in, bristling at the accusation. The whole of the nerd squad had become highly protective of Hiro's designs, especially after an incident last semester when a classmate tried to claim that Hiro had copied his project. Luckily, Hiro was meticulous in his notes for projects and was able to show proof that his original designs dated back before he even first visited SFIT.

The man chuckled. "Interesting. Sure would be a shame if it turned out to be a form of copyright infringement…."

Gogo's eyes narrowed behind her mask. "Just what are you implying?!"

And of course Fred took that moment to gasp loudly and point wildly at the man. "Oh my God, you're Happy Hogan!"

The man, Hogan, smirked. "Took someone long enough."

Gogo shot a quick glare at Fred, demanding, "Happy who?"

"Happy Hogan!" he exclaimed. "Y'know, bodyguard to Tony Stark, aka Iron Man?!"

A snort met his statement. "Iron Man needs a bodyguard?"

Happy shrugged at Gogo. "I'm also one of his friends. The point is, your… fashionable attire seems eerily similar to Tony's pet project. Particularly that of your illustrious, albeit somewhat stunted, leader."

Gogo rolled her eyes. "He's not stunted. Why does everyone assume that?"

Wasabi glanced around the street again, remembering that they weren't exactly alone. "Ah, maybe we should continue this elsewhere…."

The group nodded, and Happy shrugged. "Fine with me. Where to?"

Gogo also took a quick look around, then decided their original plan would work. "C'mon, there's a way into the café over here."

And just like that, they were showing one of Iron Man's friends into their secret headquarters.

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying

Just living proof that the camera's lying

And oh oh open wide 'cause this is your night

So smile 'cause you'll go out in style

You'll go out in style

Hiro was the first to rush over. "What the hell was that?!"

Peter looked between the two on the floor and the hole in the wall. "Looks like our host found something new to keep us on our toes."

The youngest moved forward to study the bullet hole, ignoring the yells from the others for him to stay down in case another shot came. "…That's from a sniper rifle."

"How the hell'd a bibsqueak like you know thad?" Tony demanded.

Hiro blinked, obviously having forgotten the others were there, and quickly stammered out, "Ah, y—y'know, video games…?"

"Hiro has been—"

The teen interrupted the bot, nearly hissing, "—playing a lot of video games. Right, Baymax?" He glared over at the bot, hoping it would, for once, pick up on what he wanted it to say.

"…Precisely."

Both Peter and Tadashi gave the kid a suspicious look, the latter because he recognized the signs of Hiro lying, and the former because he knew all too well what lying to family looked like.

Bruce stood, hauling Tadashi up with him, and muttering, "So, apparently walls aren't the only things we have to worry about…."

Hiro latched on to the change in topic. "S—So, we, um, we should probably keep moving, then…?"

Tadashi shook out of his suspicions, deciding to worry about this later. "Walls, sniper rifles… love to see what comes next!" He started forward again.

The others started to follow, but Hiro noticed something on the ground and squatted to check it.

"The hell'th up with you?" Tony demanded.

Hiro pointed. "Trip wires."

Sure enough, a wire stretched along the ground, just at the right height that someone would snap it if they walked through it.

Peter got a bit more suspicious. "Maybe you should lead for awhile."

"Uh, yeah, no, thanks," Hiro immediately shot back.

"You noticed the sniper rifle round, now you're the first to notice the trip wires. Kinda full of surprises, aren't you?"

Hiro shrugged. "I told you, I've been playing a lot of video games."

Peter shook his head. And he thought he was a bad liar. "Somehow I doubt video games have gotten this detailed."

The teen scowled at them all. "Fine, I'll lead, sure." And he stormed ahead.

The others glanced about at each other, obviously mixed between concerned for the teen and wanting to know what he was hiding. "Tho," Tony mumbled, "I'm nod the only one confuthed by thad, right?"

Tadashi's over-protective big brother instincts kicked in. "Can it, cottonmouth."

"He's confused, Tony," Bruce interrupted, stepping between the two. "He's been kidnapped, found out his brother's alive, and now is trapped in a killer maze."

Peter shook his head. "That might explain some of his behavior, but… take it from me, noticing things in a video game is a little different than when you're doing it for real."

Pretty much as soon as the words left his mouth, Peter realized he'd said too much. The other three were staring at him.

"You're like a high thchooler," Tony lisped. "How would you know thad?"

"Ah, y'know, bullies have gotten, uh, creative lately. Sure, the wires are usually connected to things like shaving cream or silly string, but there were a few… incidents…."

And he thought Hiro was a bad liar….

"…Thad thoundth like bullthit," Tony huffed, glaring.

"Sounds better than you do," Peter shot back.

There was a crash from up ahead, followed closely by a yelp.

"Any guesses on what it is this time?"

"Tripped trying to get over one of thothe wireth."

Tadashi was taking off down the hall.

If you let me I could

I'd show you how to build your fences, set restrictions

Separate from the world

The constant battle that you hate to fight, just blame the limelight

Happy couldn't help but be a bit impressed by the equipment in the garage. Sure, Tony had a ridiculous amount of the most streamlined products available (and many that weren't yet on market), but for a group of normal citizens? This was impressive. "So, this is your little hideout?"

The girl in yellow shrugged. "Sorta, closer than our other place."

A tall, skinny blonde chose that moment to head down into the garage, closing the door behind her and turning around only to startle and blink at Happy. "Uh… what's going on?"

The one who recognized him, the one that wore the kaiju costume, flopped onto the couch, stating, "Just chatting with Happy Hogan."

The blonde gaped. "Um, um, I'm, um, I'm gonna just—just help Aunt Cass upstairs…." She rushed back up the steps.

A chuckle came from the other girl. "She's shy."

"So I see," Happy mumbled. He glanced around the room once more, studying the computer a bit more. "So, how sure are you that your… attire is original?"

"We watched our leader design and make them," the other male replied.

"Where is he, anyway? I would love a chance to talk with him."

The three vigilantes exchanged a glance before the girl answered. "He's… out."

Happy smirked. "I'll bet. What's the deal, he catch a more 'serious' case, leaving you lot to babysit?" He had them now. He knew there had to be something going on for the leader to leave, especially if he was anything like Tony.

"He's out of the country, visiting relatives."

Oh. Happy blinked. That was… unexpected. Time to change course, then. "What about the big man? Don't see him anywhere." He'd already made the connection that the blonde was likely their other female member.

The yellow-clad one shrugged. "Went with our leader. He's kind of his bodyguard."

Happy gave a huff. "Now who's the one not needing muscle?"

"Hey, their suits are designed to function as a unit. Our leader decided not to add additional weaponry to his own suit."

"Really?"

The girl sounded like she was grimacing behind her mask. "He's been meaning to update it, I think, but when he first made them, he was more concerned with aerodynamics for his suit."

That was actually pretty impressive, for someone who was probably much younger than the rest of them, judging by his height. "Seems quite the brainiac. I suppose he left you in charge while he took his… sabbatical?"

She folded her arms, cocking her hip again. "Yeah, he—"

The door flung open once more, this time allowing an older brunette to rush in, flinging herself at the girl and sobbing.

The vigilante awkwardly patted at the woman's back. "Uh, problem?"

"Th—They're gone! Both, they're both—! And I just got them back!"

The girl looked over to her friends, silently asking for help.

"Honey?" the one with the laser blades called up the stairs.

The blonde rushed back down. "Sorry, she took off after another call from the hospital."

"More bad news?"

The woman sobbed louder.

Happy stayed quiet, watching the exchange as the blonde explained something about security feeds and a Tadashi and someone taking him from a doctor. He sighed once she was done. "Great, well, that answers that question…."

The yellow-clad girl's head spun to focus on him. "What question? Wait… your boss is missing, too, isn't he?"

There wasn't a point to hiding it. "Seems he may have been taken by the same character as your friend—friends?—here. Whoever it is, they seem to be targeting a few different people, with no ransom demands."

"Taken?!" the woman sobbed, eyes wide. She was still being held by the short vigilante. "Oh, God, oh, God, I'm never going to see them again!"

"Au—Cass, we—we don't know for sure yet that they're both gone. H—Um, your nephew may still show up at his grandparents'."

Ah, so this woman was the aunt of their leader. Good to know, and explained why her garage was their workshop. Still, that was rather a naive suggestion from someone who fought crime semi-regularly. "One person gone missing while 'out of the country', another taken from a hospital… sorry, but you just don't strike me as an optimist." Actually, that title probably belonged to the blonde.

"Look, dude, I'm trying to keep A—this citizen from freaking out anymore, okay?!" Her attempt to hide their connection was cute, really. "So either help or get the hell out!"

Happy sighed. "Fine. How do I help?"

Don't look up just let them think

There's no place else you'd rather be

And now you can't turn back

Because this road is all you'll ever have

Gold eyes gleamed as they watched the monitor, teeth glinting in the light as a pair of lips pulled up into a smirk. Oh, his plan was going so much better than he ever expected! Sure, Spiderman had been easier to catch than expected, and he had to dispose of his idiot associates after they mucked up grabbing the Hulk, and a drunk Iron Man was surprisingly boring to tease, and a coma patient was just the simplest mark he'd ever hit.

But this kid, this young genius among geniuses…. He'd known the boy would be stubborn, hell, most geniuses are, but to mix that with the treasure trove of fears and worries he displayed? Crying for his (assumed) dead brother while trapped, demanding the comfort of his companion bot, worrying over his brother discovering his "extra-curricular activities"….

Yes, all five were interesting, but Hiro stuck out. As much as he didn't like to play favorites, he knew he'd be very disappointed if Hiro didn't at least make the final two.

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying

Just living proof that the camera's lying

And oh, oh, open wide, 'cause this is your night

So smile

"Hiro! Hiro, what happened, where are you?!" Tadashi yelled as he rushed down the hall.

"Stay back!" Hiro's voice was echoing a bit. "The floor dropped out."

Sure enough, Tadashi just barely managed to stop in time to avoid the drop off. "Just perfect," he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"J—Just find some way to get me out, o—okay?" Hiro stammered, sounding shaky. "It's… It's kinda c—cramped down h—here…."

Tadashi winced as the others caught up, sharing a glance with Bruce. They'd nearly forgotten about Hiro's claustrophobia. He'd have to ask how that came about, since he clearly remembered Hiro having no issues hiding in the tiniest of hiding spots in their home as recently as two days before the showcase.

"Sure," Peter was saying, "I'll just whip out my utility belt and let down a line."

"Send Baymax down. I added springs into his feet so he can bounce his way back up."

Tadashi blinked before his eyes narrowed. "What other additions have you given him?"

"J—Just, y'know… stuff to help in… emergency situations…."

Oh, that was such a lie. "Right…."

"J—Just send him d—down, please!"

Before the young inventor could say anything else, Baymax hopped down into the pit, snatching Hiro and springing back up, declaring, "I am now faster."

Hiro let out a huge sigh of relief before looking around at the others with a sheepish grin. "Okay, so let's not go that way."

Yeah, yeah you're asking for it

With every breath that you breathe in, just breathe it in

Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess

You do all this big talking

So now let's see you walk it

I said let's see you walk it

The boys in the group took it upon themselves to distract Happy with a short tour around the garage while the girls dealt with the crying woman, Cass. Happy allowed it, knowing that Cass would probably be better off not listening in on what would likely be a discussion of her nephew's kidnapping. Still, the fact that they were still trying to hide their identities after it was pretty damn obvious that they were in their leader's house and catering to his distraught aunt was a little insulting. He was about to say as much when the yellow one came back down, immediately angling towards the computers.

"So?" he prompted. "Gonna tell me yet how I can help? Or do we get to keep playing the let's-hide-our-faces-'cause-we-totally-haven't-already-given-half-our-team's-identities-away-already game?"

In lieu of an actual answer, she simply pulled off her helmet, tossing it over at the couch. "Gogo Tomago, happy now?" she grumbled before starting to type away at the keyboard.

He blinked, honestly not thinking it'd be that easy. "…Quite."

The kaiju slung off his helmet—er, head—next, revealing a grinning blond boy that frankly came across as a hippie with the hairstyle, beanie, and laid-back smile. "Fred Lee, though everyone calls me Fredzilla!"

"No one calls you that," the other two grumbled.

The last of the masked twenty-somethings bit his lip, but finally sighed and took off his visor and helmet. "Wasabi. Now, what are you doing, Gogo?"

She'd pulled up a program by now, inputting some information. "All three of 'em are missing, yeah? Probably taken by the same guy. I'm trying to see if the trackers are still working."

"I think this guy's smart enough to dismantle security measures in a suit," Happy stated.

"It wasn't in his suit, he didn't even take his suit with him."

Wasabi noticed Happy's confused look, explaining, "Tadashi had trackers sewn into Hiro's clothes."

One of Happy's brows jumped up at that. "Quite the trusting pair, huh?"

"Hiro had some bad habits, and Tadashi was the stereotypical overprotective big brother. He spent most nights hunting Hiro down before he could get hurt."

Happy frowned, considering that information. "Any of these habits a likely way of getting… caught?"

Gogo rolled her eyes. "Maybe by a local yakuza, but no one with the connections to take Stark. And no one who'd hire out. Hiro pissed off a lot of people, but they'd all want to deal with him themselves."

"Okay, then his bodyguard, he'd've had to be incapacitated, right?" Happy glanced between the group. "How would one do that?"

The girl grimaced. "There's a few ways to take Baymax out, especially without his armor…."

"…And he's the bodyguard?"

"Yes," Gogo growled before huffing and muttering under her breath, "wasn't necessarily his original purpose, but…."

Happy blinked. "Original…? He's an AI?"

Fred grinned. "Yup! Tadashi made him! Totally badass healthcare companion, with like a bazillion medical procedures!"

"Ten thousand, not a bazillion," Wasabi corrected absently from where he was straightening some tools.

Gogo added, "Hiro also added a defense program with martial arts moves when we started our team." She was checking another program, then sighed. "And Baymax's trackers are also down."

Fred slouched over, leaning against Gogo's chair. "They could be underground. The trackers wouldn't ping then, right?"

Gogo and Wasabi both blinked in shock at Fred's suggestion, but Happy grinned. "So we'll need to find an underground warehouse, somewhere this guy could hold at least four people and a robot." He pulled out his phone, speed-dialing Pepper.

"This better be good news, Happy."

"Tony and Bruce aren't the only ones missing, ma'am."

"What? All the other Avengers are accounted—"

"They aren't Avengers, ma'am. Two young men were taken, along with a robot with a healthcare AI." Happy proceeded to give her the rundown on all that he'd learned, including their assumption that the doctor was either in on the whole thing or blackmailed, and that one of the kidnapees was the leader of the Big Hero team.

A sigh crackled over the line. "Right. Find out what you can on these two, maybe we'll find some connection." A ring echoed in the background, and Pepper huffed. "Great, now I'm getting calls from… Harry Osborne? What would he want…?"

"Nothing good," Happy mumbled, "if his day's been like the rest of ours."

"Alright, keep looking, let me know if anything changes."

The two hung up, and Happy turned back to the students, seeing that Gogo was, apparently, hacked in to a set of surveillance cameras. "Where's that?"

"Japan," she answered tersely, studying the screens. She pointed at a messy-haired boy that was being trailed by a large, white… marshmallow-looking robot? "That's Hiro and Baymax. We lose them once they hit about half a mile from his grandparents' house."

"So, Hiro was taken on the outskirts of a city, Tadashi from a hospital, Tony outside a bar, and Bruce… from some third-world country…." Happy sighed. "We need to know their connection…. Tony and even Bruce make sense, but why kidnap a couple of kids?"

"They're both robotics prodigies," the blonde from before said as she came down the steps.

"Honey!" Gogo hissed, apparently still trying to keep some things secret.

Happy raised a brow at her, and she seemed to remember that they'd already started spilling.

Gogo rolled her eyes. "Yes, they're robotics prodigies. Tadashi built Baymax from scratch, and he's actually become self-aware enough to update his own protocols."

"And the younger one?"

The shorter girl crossed her arms. "What, our suits aren't enough proof for you? He made all of them inside a week."

Happy glanced between them all, remembering the article on the first sighting of the group. "He have anything to do with taking down that professor who went rogue and shutting down that wormhole to nowhere?"

The group as a whole bristled at the reminder. "We all did," Gogo replied defensively.

Honey was the one to sigh and offer up actual information. "The professor stole one of Hiro's inventions to use in an attempted murder."

Happy's phone went off then, and he answered quickly. "Hogan."

"Turn on the news. Now. Any station."

"…Okay." He shut off the phone, spotting the remote on the sofa and clicking on the TV. Immediately, the screen was filled with a picture of a young college student, a brunet wearing a pair of thick-framed glasses.

"—missing since the 19th, last seen leaving a local café. If you have any information on Peter Parker or his whereabouts, please call the number on your screen. A $1000 reward has been put up for any substantial information thanks to Harry Osborne of Oscorp."

Gogo scowled. "You think this is related?"

"He's connected to Oscorp, apparently," Happy shrugged.

"Five missings, two Avengers, one presumed dead, one a friend of a multi-billion-dollar company owner, and one a part-time vigilante," Gogo listed off before turning with a raised brow to Happy. "I think we need backup."

He nodded, grabbing his phone again. Time to call in the big guns.

Time to assemble the Avengers.

Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess

You do all this big talking

So now let's see you walk it

I said let's see you walk it

A sigh escaped the redhead as he watched his contestants move through the maze. Sure, it was fun to watch them bicker and argue, and damn, did the brothers have some issues to work through, but it was starting to get boring, repetitive. It was time to break up the monotony, to give them a real challenge.

It was time to show them what his little maze was really like.

He chuckled, spinning in his chair for a moment before wheeling slightly to the side to flip open a glass case that covered a variety of switches and levers. He ran his hands over them before settling on one. "Let's see how they handle this."

He flipped the switch.

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying

Just living proof that the camera's lying

And oh, oh, open wide, yeah oh, oh, open wide

Yeah oh, oh, open wide

'Cause you'll go out in style

You'll go out in style

A/N: This delay in posting brought to you by a current obsession with Jeremy Renner and binge-watching as much of him as I could.

Okay, yeah, so, we get more curiosity on what's going on, a slight look into the psycho behind it all, and injuries. Whee! Next chapter will hopefully be up sooner, no guarantees since should get a chapter of Zeus' Dice up first (hopefully). Anyways, yeah, read and review, please!