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lola amethyst parr
 Posted: Jan 24 2015, 04:31 AM
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Hm? Oh! Hi there! Is everything alright? I know everything around here seems scary, but there's nothing to be scared of! You see, there's this group. Filled with courageous beings. All looking out for you. Me? Oh. Heh. I'm just a nobody. Nothing special. But I'll help you the best I can.
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Panting heavily as she pressed her back against a partially crumpled wall, Violet couldn't help but shut her eyes for a brief moment while letting her head rest against the rough brick. The vicious sound of scraping claws against rusting metal sent chills down her spine as her eyes snapped open. A piercing cry echoed through the once quiet city as she winced against the sound, ducking in just enough time to miss having her head swiped clean off her shoulders as rubble from the building behind her fell around her.

"'Go on a scouting mission,' they said." Pushing herself forward she sprinted forward, trying to find another hiding spot to catch her breath once again. "'It'd be fun,' they said." The agitation in her voice was obvious, even if the creature chasing after her couldn't understand what she was saying. She needed to voice her opinions openly before she couldn't think properly.

It hadn't been more than a week since she'd seen New York. At least she thought it was a week, she'd honestly lost track since the Portal closed itself on her. For all she knew, she was stuck on this side, unable to be there for her Godchild or friends. Unable to send innocents to safety. The entire Resistance was completely at a loss for what to do, especially after the Portal hadn't opened for two days. To them, it was almost common for it to shut for a few hours, for whatever reason. But for a week? All she wanted to do was wish the friends that were on this side a Happy New Year and bring them some treats. Instead, she found herself amongst a frightened Fortress as the travelers bombarded the Resistance members that were there in unanswerable questions.

She hadn't being unable to help those who came to her for help, but she also knew that it wasn't fair to give those people false hope. None of them had an answer to the questions that were asked to them, and if they did, how would you go about answering them? Honestly, deep down they all knew what the answer could be, but the refugees didn't need to be concerned with the simple fact they were trapped. It was a hushed topic among the remaining members, that the Portal had finally closed for good. That there was no magic left for them to cross through.

Crying out in distress, she dove forward to avoid being hit with a projectile as the creature decided it would be more entertaining to watch her roll about the ground. Feeling her arm slide across a metal rod protruding from the remains of what she could only guess was someone's home, she felt the skin instantly break under the protective covering of her supersuit. Even without the fabric tearing, she could feel the warmth of her own blood welling in the sleeve. A string of profanities left her lips as she rolled over to her back, snapping herself back to her feet only to roll out of the way once again.

Tucking under a fallen wall, she crawled under the debris as she willed herself invisible in an attempt to confuse the creature before taking off once again. She was agitated that no one had seen the flare she'd set off a while ago, and pissed that she was left practically defenseless against the monster that was after her. Her pack had been left somewhere in the city, her attempted rest disturbed when, what she could only assume was the lure of dried meat, caught the attention of unwanted company.

Another screech reverberated from the beast's throat and a scream erupted from her own lips as the wall she had been crawling under collapsed on top of her leg. Having just managed to halfway make it out, her concentration on staying invisible was broken as she attempted to push the wall from her leg. "Oh for fuck's sake!" Pain shot through her bruised and battered body as her frustrations reached a new peak. Blue eyes snapped up as the creature turned towards her and cried out in what she could only suspect as a victory roar. "Oh no you don't you piece of shit," she stated in a hard voice as she exhaled long enough to balance herself mentally before throwing an arm out and willing a large, shattered piece of glass in her forcefield before slinging her arm forward, sending it flying towards the monster.

The sound of it's painful cry made her ears throb, causing her to once against cover her ears and wince. Wasn't anyone out there? Couldn't anybody hear this outrageous cry? The fuck was the point of using a flare gun if no one was paying attention?!


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 Posted: Jan 25 2015, 08:46 PM
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His lungs were on fire as he ran, his breath fogging his visor with each shallow exhale he made. He could feel his muscles aching with each step he took, his heart pounding in his chest so loud his ears throbbed with pain. But none of that mattered in those moments. The way his body begged for a moment to recuperate, how his lungs demanded he stop to catch his breath, his feet stumbling every so often proving to him that he couldn’t keep moving forward the way that he was. None of it mattered if he wanted to live. And damnit, he had things to do before he could die.

He had known his home was over run from darkness before he even crossed over the portal. The housing complex that took care of him when he woke up had explained the whole situation to him in great detail. So it wasn’t like this came as any surprise to him. Hiro knew what he was getting in to when he decided to go tech hunting, hoping to somehow manage his way back to his lab. But that didn’t change how annoyed he was that he couldn’t even have a day of peace while he maneuvered this world desperately trying to get back to San Fransokyo. Was one day of peace, one measly little day, so much to ask for? Couldn’t he have just a block of time were giant creatures weren’t chasing him around like a chew toy, starving for the taste of human flesh on their tongue? Apparently so! Apparently it was too expensive of a check for his butt to cash, which in all honesty was a new concept for him. When he had the time to catch his breath he knew he would roll his eyes in frustration, pinch the bridge of his nose and grumble incoherently. There was nothing worse than a bad situation getting worse by the moment.

Familiar streets met his eyes, the remnants of his home coming in to view as he continued to run. Hope flashes across his features at the site of the broken city, regardless of how sad and pathetic it looked in comparison to the beauty he knew it to have. The skies used to glow with the light of blimps, the city humming with life much like New York but so much better and less palpable. His home was a melting pot of culture, brimming with life and energy. And now… it was reduced to rubble. His heart sunk in his chest, knowing that the darkness had reduced his home to such a broken down and dilapidated place. But at the same time, he felt safe within its walls regardless of how dead it was. He knew these streets like the back of his hand. Finding a place to hide and catch his breath would be a cinch.

With a look over his shoulder, he darted into the city, weaving his way through backstreets and allies. Although the beast he was being chased by had strength, he had speed and size, and just as he calculated, he had managed to escape the monster in a matter of moments. Hiding in an alley, lurking on a staircase that went in to an underground bot club he knew of, he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were red and flushed, his lungs burning with each shaking breath he took. Damn! He was a robotics nerd, not some jock athlete! And sure, he was used to running away from trouble, hell he had a knack for it, but this was different. He wasn’t cut out for this much physical exertion. That was why he made his suit the way he had—he was the brains and Baymax was the brawn. But… and he bit his lip trying to keep from getting upset, he never thought he’d ever be in a position where he was separated from the healthcare companion. Where he would ever have to fight.

When he was sure he had caught his breath, that the color had left his cheeks and all that was left was the aching of his muscles, he lifted himself from the staircase to check if the coast was clear. Dark eyes peeked out and surveyed the ally, taking in all that he saw and all that he heard. For a moment he thought he was in the clear, that the monster gave up and left with its tail between its legs. A cocky smile curled to his lips as he bound up the small stairs and looked at the mouth of the ally. Stupid mindless animal didn’t know who he was dealing with! He was Hiro! Hiro Hamada! Nothing could get him… he was always three steps ahead. With a soft chuckle to himself he walked into the ally, activating his visor to scan the area around him, when his short-lived victory came to an end. A loud cry filled the air, making him clamp his gloved hands over his helmet where his ears would have been, his dark eyes squeezing closed. The stupid beast didn’t leave, so he determined, but somehow found something or someone else to hunt.

Fear filled his eyes as he jogged out of the ally, gripping the wall of the building and aiding him as he turned the corner quickly. Following the sound of the cry, his feet carried him through the streets of the city, his body knowing on instinct the best short cuts to take that would get him to the epicenter of the sound quickest. There was no time to dwell anymore, no more time to catch his breath. He inadvertently put someone in danger, something he just couldn’t live with if he turned a blind eye. He had done that once before, had turned his back on his friends and abandoned them without a second thought… and it only left him feeling sick to his stomach, empty… lonely. He didn’t know this person, for all he knew they were an innocent person just trying to find safety, and he had brought danger right to them. It was his job to help. Tadashi would have wanted him to.

“GET DOWN! COVER YOUR EYES!” he shouted, stumbling out of an ally nearby. It took him seconds to analyze the situation, to see the girl pinned under some rubble and monster trying to take advantage of that. And in seconds, he grabbed a grenade like object from his belt and threw at the beast. As soon as it made contact it exploded in a burst of bright light, a fog then filling the surrounded area and giving them cover. It was moments like this that he cursed himself for not equipping his hero suit with weapons, that he mentally chided his past self for being so afraid of what he might do in his grief that he didn’t even give himself any self defense weapons. But this was no time to dwell, he had a matter of seconds to free this girl before the monster would likely attack again. But for the time being it seemed stunned.

Running over to the girl, a heat-sensing scanner on his visor allowed him to find her in the dense fog, he leaned over in front of her. “Are you alright?” he questioned quickly, listening as the beast cried, swinging it’s limbs and missing them completely save for the gust of wind that brushed past them. “I’m going to lift this off of you, you need to run straight ahead and make an immediate left. Wait for me in the ally.” he commanded, fixing his dark eyes on her as the fog began to settle and he could see her body through it. Nodding his head, he turned his attention to the rubble she was pinned under, and got a good grip. Luckily he didn’t really need strength, the shock absorbers in his suit and mechanisms in it would allow him to lift this with ease. “One... Two… THREE! RUN!” je counted down, lifting the rock off and letting it fall to the side. Sparing a second to watch her get to her feet, he looked back to the beast. Aiming his hand again at the beast, his gaze narrowed slightly, and with a flick of his wrist he flung what could best be described as a hodge-podged, cranked up, taser disc at the creature. In succession he flung two more, the make-shift weapons opening and clinging to the beast in seconds, released a large burst of electricity through it like a taser would some thug on the streets. He would have preferred something stronger, but on short notice, it was all he could do with the limited tech he had.

Satisfied with the dismal cry of pain he elicited, he turned on his heels. He knew it would hurt and stun the creature like the flash bomb had, but by no means was that enough to bring it down. Just like he had enough time to unpin the girl, he had just enough time to turn and run. His body and muscles ached more as he began to run, his speed picking up. He could see the girl just up ahead, and relief flooded over him as he saw that she was okay. He had gotten there in time. Tadashi would be proud. Gripping the wall again to help ease him in to the turn, he came up behind the girl and grabbed her arm, pulling her into an ally and into a basement staircase like he had hid in before. “Are… you… okay?” he wheezed, fighting to catch his breath. Yes… Hiro was sure… his brother would be proud. He only ever wanted to help people.

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 Posted: Jan 25 2015, 10:07 PM
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Hm? Oh! Hi there! Is everything alright? I know everything around here seems scary, but there's nothing to be scared of! You see, there's this group. Filled with courageous beings. All looking out for you. Me? Oh. Heh. I'm just a nobody. Nothing special. But I'll help you the best I can.
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Pull the blackout
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Groaning loudly as she attempted to lift the piece of wall from the lower half of her body, she couldn't help but mentally curse her powers for not being more like her father's. He could have easily lifted this without batting an eyelash. Hell, her own mother could had just stretched her way out, granted she probably would have been able to dodge better than her. Even Dash could have made it out. Her? Oh no. She had to get caught.

The sound of the glass that was once embedded in the creature's body shattered upon the ground and Violet quickly scanned the surrounding area around her for another make-shift projectile. She needed something to distract the beast while she tried to get herself out. Her heart fell, however, when her eyes couldn't catch sight of anything that would work. There was nothing within a safe distance of her own mental powers to throw at the monster. This was it. She was a goner. She failed her parents. Her friends. Everyone....

"GET DOWN! COVER YOUR EYES!"

The sound of another shouting at her caused her to whip her head around, her hair fanning out in a black curtain as her eyes widened. Her head was tilted to the side as her eyes attempted to adjust to the distance of the figure before they caught sight of something being thrown in her general direction. With just enough time to register the urgency of his words before she threw herself the rest of the way to the ground and covered her head, projecting her forcefield around her to shield herself from the blast. The explosion had her shutting her eyes tightly as her fingers dug into her hair, her heart racing frantically in her chest.

A screech met her ears and she again winced at the sound, only to have her head snap up at the voice that was now looming over her. Staring wide-eyed at the male who was by her side, she felt her forcefield subside as her mouth fell partially open.

Dark hair. A special suit. She wasn't sure if she'd been seeing things, or if she had lost her life and this was what death was like, her hair blowing out behind her at the gust of wind from the beast's violent swings. She saw his lips moving, and quickly she nodded, not even sure what he was saying before her glance was brought to his hands upon the slab of drywall. The instant relief of pressure from her legs was a blessing, and she exhaled heavily as she worked on crawling out from under it. The violent surge of pain radiating from her ankle caused a strangled cry to escape her lips, but she knew the situation she was in: She didn't have time to stall.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself to her feet, body half turned in attempt to get him to come with her when his command to run echoed through the air. Pursing her lips together, she knew she shouldn't run. She needed to stand up and fight like the Super she was, but as she stumbled after an attempt to straighten herself, she knew she wouldn't be any help to the male beside her. Part of being a hero was knowing when to run, and as she stumbled over her injured foot, knees taking the brunt of the damage on her first fall, she clawed her way back to her feet and forced herself to move. To ignore the pain and run straight ahead like he'd instructed.

Her vision was blurred as a flash of white signaled the pain in her leg. A whimpered cry broke through her lips, causing her to stumble a bit, but she pushed forward, the sound of something being shot and the monster's cry filling her ears.

How could she call herself a hero when she needed saving? What good was she to call herself a Parr when the tables were turned and she was the damsel that needed saving? The painful truth bounced around her head, causing her eyes to shut tightly as her heart tightened in her chest. What was the point of being a hero when you couldn't play the part?

Another screech came from the animal, causing her steps to falter as she paused long enough to turn. A gasp filled the air around her as she watched the figure shoot something from it's hand, launching at the creature. The bright light and the way it caused the beast to twitch had her staring in awe, only to have her heart fill with fear as the figure started to turn. Without missing a beat, she herself turned and much against her body's protest, started running again.

Lung burned in protest to running once again, the muscles in her legs joining in the protest as the adrenaline worked on pushing the pain from the forefront of her mind. Was she suppose to keep running? Was there something she'd missed when the male had spoken to her? Too lost in her thoughts at the time, she mentally scolded herself for having a minor fan-girl moment at the hero who had come to save her day. Glancing around for something, anything, she caught the sight of an alley just to her left, and reaching a hand out to use the wall as a guide, she found herself turning before slowing to a stop.

She'd made it. Somehow. By some grace of whatever was watching over her, she had been spared to see another day. A weak laugh escaped her lips through her panted breaths, only to be cut off at the grip upon her arm that pulled her further inside. A panicked scream followed the once weak laugh as she reacted on instinct and turned herself invisible. It had done her no good as she stumbled down the stairs, her arm still in the grips of whomever had grabbed her.

The grip dissipated, and as the only thing somewhat stabilizing her, she stumbled on her bummed foot and she started to fall. Instincts kicking in, her mind forgot the reason she was invisible and encased herself in her forcefield, causing the metal chair she was about to collide into skid across the floor as she fell onto concrete instead. Pain, once again, shot through her as her elbow connected with the ground causing her to curse a string of profanity. All but curling up into herself, she cradled her arm, hand wrapped tightly around her elbow as she muttered under her breath. "Wh-what?" Forcing an eye opened, she winced at the male hunched over panting at the bottom of the stairs.



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Being a hero wasn’t an easy task. He hadn’t know the weight of it when him and his friends first set the plan in motion. It had just started off as an idea… a way that they could safely put an end to the man who had stolen his microbots and would likely wreak havoc on the city. It was kind a healing ritual in a way to ease away the grief that had taken hold of his heart, gave him something to do and focus on other than how he should have tried harder to stop Tadashi. How maybe if he held on longer… tighter… maybe Tadashi wouldn’t have died. He wouldn’t feel like it was his fault because here was something more he could do. Becoming super heroes with his friends had been a project… it was fun and light hearted! It wasn’t supposed to be anything more. Yet… as he was seeing, it was more than he ever could have imagined. He wasn’t just some kid in a costume trying to figure out why Alistair Krei wanted his tech. He was a full fledged hero now, risking his life to save someone else’s. A strangers. Its what Tadashi would have wanted.

His lungs burned from lack of air as he gasped to try and collect it. It burned his throat as he gulped it down, his throat dry and scratchy already. Although he had stopped running, although he was hiding away from the creature and was in all essences safe, his heart still pounded in his chest. There was no telling what would happen, if the cries of pain from the beast would stop and they would be met with an even angrier monster… or if it would run away with it’s tail between his legs and decide that the two of them weren’t worth the effort. He had to be ready for whatever the world was going to throw at him, prepared to run again—and this time it seemed he had to be prepared the carry the girl he had saved. She wasn’t as well off as he had hoped.

Mental preparation continued to simmer on the back burner, his mind planning out the route they would take in case the beast found them somehow, but his eyes focused on the girl who had just gone through a number of magic tricks he had never seen. A part of his brain that wasn’t already calculating the best route to take to get to his lab, contemplated asking her about what had just happened. Since the darkness he had learned that they weren’t alone in the world, that there were others so vastly different it wasn’t so farfetched for them to have powers or be animals that could talk. But to see it… he was intrigued. He wasn’t just saving an innocent bystander… he was saving a hero like himself. But he knew that right now wasn’t the time, nor was this the place, to ask questions about that sort of thing. As much as he wanted to, wanted to poke her for information, Hiro actually knew better than to act on the urges of his 14 year old brain.

His eyes focused on the woman as he lifted a hand to his visor, activating the scanning option on his helmet. Although Baymax’s was much more powerful, and his processors could easily distinguish what was wrong and how to handle it, his was at least rudimentary enough to tell him basically what was wrong. His visor wasn’t programmed to find injuries and heal, it was for targeting… for heat sensing… he was lucky he had even thought to add the option in the first place. At a glance, without the aid of his visor she looked like she had just taken a hit and was recovering. But he could see most of her injuries light up his visor like a Christmas tree—the cut on her arm and her ankle the most alarming to him.

“We need to get you out of here.” he said, kneeling down next to her. Okay, so his bedside manner needed a little bit of work. But give him some credit! This was his first time being a hero and lets be real, he wasn’t a doctor or a nurse. He wasn’t even that nice of a person until you got to know him. The fact that he was showing at least some semblance of thought and concern was a miracle in it of itself. Sighing, he tried to feign a smile to her to let her know she was okay, but he wasn’t so sure how well it came off, considering the numbers he was running in his head trying to calculate the probability of the creature coming to find them. The sounds of distress were dying down, telling him taser bits had lost their power and it had broken free. But there wasn’t any sign that it had give up nor a sign that it was still on the hunt. Hiro’s eye’s moved back to the girl, eyeing the spot on her arm where she had been cut.

“We need to get that covered… it can probably smell the blood.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Moving away from the girl, he took a few tentative steps up the stairs to peer down the ally and see if the creature was in site. When it wasn’t, he gave a nod to himself and the plan he had let simmer came to a boil. They would have to make a run for it before the thing got it’s head on straight and tried to track them. Jumping the stairs he approached her again, this time, his smile more reassuring. “I have a lab a little bit away from here. Just a hop, skip, and a jump away. I’m gonna pick you up and make a run for it. Just hold on tight.” he explained. He tried to give her a moment to compose herself and figure out what was going on, but the sounds of the beast stopped altogether and the air grew sickly silent. Color drained from his face and he knew it was now or never. Without hesitation he easily lifted the small girl in his arms, shifting her so he held her legs and supported her neck. Bounding up the stairs, giving a look to the mouth of the ally they entered from to gauge how much time they had, he turned back around and sprinted.

His body yelled at him for the hell he was putting it through, his legs wobbling under the actions and the new weight, but he had to put it out of his mind. He had brought this problem on, and he wasn’t going to risk his life and hers just because his muscles needed a break. He was close to the Lucky Cat Café, close to his lab. They would be safe there… they could rest for as long as they needed there. All he had to do was get there. All he had to do was make it a few more clocks, to do enough zig-zags and go down enough small side streets to make it impossibly hard to track them. And then they could relax. Looking down to the frail girl in his arms, his breath clouding his visor as he jogged, he tried to smile. “I’m… Hiro… by the way!” Maybe now wasn’t the best time for introductions… but he was still new to the whole hero thing.

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 Posted: Jan 26 2015, 01:56 AM
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Hm? Oh! Hi there! Is everything alright? I know everything around here seems scary, but there's nothing to be scared of! You see, there's this group. Filled with courageous beings. All looking out for you. Me? Oh. Heh. I'm just a nobody. Nothing special. But I'll help you the best I can.
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Pull the blackout
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Hunched in on herself, the violent sting of her elbow easing as the entire pulse of her own body started to rear it's ugly head. It hadn't truly dawned on her just how much she had put herself through. How her body was littered with bruises and half-healed cuts. The only thing that really stood out was the way her skin pulled at her upper arm and the occasional trickle of fresh blood that would run down her arm whenever she moved it, the throb of her ankle, and now the all but numbing pain of her elbow. Some hero she was turning out to be.

Completely lost in herself, her mind hadn't settled enough to completely remind her of the other being that was in the basement with her. Even in her feeble attempt to question him, it slipped her mind whenever she moved.

The short moment she was able to sit without moving, the complete realization of what she'd put her body through started to take it's toll on her. Her muscles screamed in protest, moving or not. Every breath she took felt like a gust of winter air coursing through her. She was tired. Mentally and physically. It had been weeks since she'd slept in the comforts of a bed. Weeks since an actual meal had been placed in her stomach. Her pack, long since forgotten and now abandoned, was running practically on empty. Nothing but empty wrappers and an empty first aid tin.

Shifting her weight on her non-injured leg, her gaze turned to the male as he knelt close to her. "And how do you expect us to do that?" Turning her attention from his partially covered face down to her ankle, her face contorted into an disappointed sneer. Sighing heavily, almost in tune with his own sigh, her shoulders dropped as she once again lifted her head and listened as he spoke. He was right, and now wasn't the time to be sarcastic. There was no need for her to vent her frustrations upon him, when all he was trying to do was help her.

Exhaling slowly, she lowered her eyes to the floor as he stood up and walked towards the stairs. "You're right. I-I'm sorry. You're just trying to- wait." Looking up at him with confusion marked clearly upon her face, her brows furrowed as she looked at him. "You-you have a lab?" She was about to point out the obvious, making an Iron Man comment when he was back at her side, telling her to hold on tight. A question lingering on her lips, there was no time to an explanation as his arms came to cradle her and in the next moment she was lifted in the air.

Before her cheeks had a chance to show her embarrassment, she threw her arms around his neck on instinct as a small, startled cry escaped her lips despite the pain that shot through her arm.

No time was wasted as he made his way up the stairs, carrying her as if she were a rag doll. The jostling from his strides caused her to wince in pain, but she bit the inside of her cheek with the knowledge that he was probably in just as much, if not more, pain from having to run and carry her around. Tucking her head under his chin, she shut her eyes tightly as shame washed over her. She should have stood her ground and assured him she would have been alright. That she could have made it on her own, even if that little voice of reason whispered the reality of the situation in her head. She could have made it. Only to risk the possibility of fracturing her ankle more than it already was. If not completely destroying it from using it in it's current state. The threat of tears stung at the corners of her eyes as the cloud of despair loomed over her, causing her to tighten her grip around his neck absentmindedly.

The shift in pressure upon the top of her head caused her to forcefully blink away the threat before lifting her head. His introduction was short, but the timing of it caused a stupid grin to spread across her face. A curt laugh bubbled from her lips, and she freed one arm from his neck to cover her mouth to keep from laughing harder. Of all the times to introduce himself, it made her shake her head slowly as a smile found it's place upon her lips. Lifting her eyes to get a better look, her hand slowly fell from her lips as she nodded silently at him. "Violet." Her voice was soft, and she hoped he'd be able to hear her over his efforts in saving her. "Th-thank you, by the way...," Turning her gaze away from him, she could feel the betrayal of her cheeks as they warmed with a blush. She was really bad at this needed saving thing. Normally she was in his position, introducing herself and assuring the other person that everything was going to be alright.

A piercing scream filled the air, and the lightheartedness of the situation seemed to shatter as her eyes widened, the color draining from her face as she lifted herself a bit to look behind them, her lips forming a scream but emitting no sound. The grip around his neck tightened a bit as fear shook her to the core, only to tighten to numbness as she all but threw herself over his shoulder to throw her arms up as a mailbox came flying their way.

The initial force of the heavy metal caused her to jerk, her teeth grinding together as her eyes slammed shut to keep her concentration on the forcefield that shimmered over them. Breathing heavily, she slowly opened her eyes as her head turned to look at the beast that seemed determined to claim them as their own. "For the love of..." Her tone matched how she felt: unimpressed, as her eyes rolled in irritation. With her arms still held up in the air, she tried to quickly survey the area for anything that she could use to help them.

A sudden turn had her lurching to the left, causing her to drop the forcefield and cling to his neck once again. "Are we almost there?! I don't think-" Her sentence was paused as she threw an arm out, forcefield spawning just in time to block the scooter that was aimed for them. The impact caused her to grunt in exertion, her heart-rate increasing as a dull throb started to grow in the back of her head. "As I was; I don't think I can keep this up for much longer Hiro." But she'd be damned if she wouldn't try.


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Hiro Hamada


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Irritation flooded his body as he realized they were far from safety, that the creature who had hunted him all morning was now out for blood vengeance instead of a mid afternoon snack. Some part of him swelled with pride to know he had been that big of a thorn in the side this beast that it felt it necessary to hunt him down even when there was no chance to get him. Any other creature would have given up when they were electrocuted and lost their prey. Two tiny toothpicks of human beings weren’t worth the frustration. But this creature… well… it took that attack personally. Had he not been running for his life with the frail girl in his arms he might have spared a moment to commiserate with the creature, he knew what it felt to be fueled with vengeance and the desire to taste blood. He knew what it was like to take a hit personally and want nothing more than to wrap his fingers around that frail throat and watch the life leave their eyes. One day he would taste that sweet taste, but this creature not so much.

He knew they were still being chased, even if the creature wasn’t in site, but he tried to look on the bright side of things. If he could be fast enough, then they wouldn’t even have to worry. A few more blocks and they’d be at the café, safe and sound in his lab. Idly his mind tried to piece together how much of it would be in tact and if it would still be in working order. He hoped that since he had been smart enough to reinforce it and lock it, at least his lab would be preserved—his computers and other technology safe from the darkness. But it had been so long there was no telling what could have happened. Worst case scenario—and he hated to think about it—they’d show up to a hole in the ground. Best case, it would be just how he left it, dirty socks and grease stained hoodies left strewn across the floor. He could only hope that in the mess of the darkness people were too interested in fleeing rather than pilfering.

Feeling the woman shift in his arms, his attention was brought back to what was happening rather than the future. His body had moved on instinct, his feet on autopilot as he mentally ticked off the number of blocks left until they were home. But the shifting in his arms caused him to stumble in surprise, almost lose his footing all together as the girl all but threw herself on his shoulder. “What are you doing!?’ he shouted in annoyance, gripping her waist to make sure she didn’t tumble and fall, hurting herself further. It was only when he felt the force of the mailbox hitting the force field, the girl grimacing and trying to keep it up, that he realized the little beasty had caught up with them. Agitation laced his sigh as he chanced a look over his shoulder to see the best. Couldn’t it just give up! It had lost already and was now just acting like a big baby. Hiro narrowed his eyes and continued to run, letting the girl protect him as he in turn tried to protect her. This was how a team should have worked… each person having the other’s back, supporting them. Not like his friends who had destroyed the only chance he would have to get back at Callaghan. The man deserved to die for what he did… and they couldn’t have his back in that decision.

The thought brought and angry cry to his lips, his eyes narrowing as he felt her block another thrown object. THIS WAS IT! He was done playing games. They were almost to his lab and he couldn’t have this stupid creature following him any further. Coming to a quick halt, a single arm wrapped around the woman’s waist to support her, he turned to face the monster. His jaw clenched tight, and without realizing his grip grew stronger around her small frame. “I AM SO DONE WITH THIS!” he shouted, using his free arm to aim it at the beast who had stopped throwing things in order to take the opportunity. He only had one shot, and even then he didn’t know if his homebrewed weapon would work—something about New York police and fire department not liking the idea of kids testing bombs. Flexing his hand, moving in just a way like he had done to fling the taser probes, a different projectile burst from the gauntlet of his super suit. Silently he plead to the gods that the rocket bomb would meet the target and explode on impact, praying for the first time in his life that his genius was as unparalleled as it always was and everything had been assembled right. But there was a shadow of doubt that clouded his mind in this moment. Their lives were on the line and the pressure was intense. It all came down to this. He waited for a long moment, wanting to see what would happen, but he knew that if it had worked the explosion would be enough to knock him to his feet and it would do them no good then. So he turned back around and started to run again.

“You need to put another shield up now. If that thing goes off we’re still in the crossfire.” he explained, his voice hard and stern. He didn’t feel it necessary to even bring up the flying debris that would come flying at them… they had enough to worry about. But all that seemed to vanish when he heart the loud explosion pop behind them, the satisfying cries of pain exploding from the beast as it took the brunt of the bomb. His chest swelled with pride as he mentally complimented himself about the structure of the bomb and how even without testing he made something so successful, but it was short lived when he felt the wave of air flood past his feet. The kickback from the explosion had come and he had to brace himself just to make sure he didn’t stumble. His grip tightened again around Violet, his other arm coming to wrap around her waist and steady her, support her as she protected them from what was left of the explosion. One more block, he told himself, one more block she needed to hold on and then they would be safe.

Rounding the corner, slightly upset that he couldn’t turn around and survey the beauty and work of art his bomb had created, his eyes caught site of the café. A whoop of victory burst from his mouth as he gave an excited skip. YES! They made it! There was no way that creature would recover fast enough to find them, let alone want to find them after the devastating blow it just took. For all it knew he had more dangerous things up his sleeve—even if he was nearly completely depleted of his home made courtesy of New York low grade weapons. They were safe—given of course his lab was still in one piece.

Running around the back of the café, he saw the metal garage door that protected his lab was still shut and mostly in tact save for a few dents here or there. Hope filled him as he jobbed up to it, running a gloved hand along the metal. If the door was still shut there was a chance everything would be in tact. Maybe the electricity had been cut off and it would be a chore to get it up and running again—but maybe, just maybe—everything would be there and in one piece. All of his computers, all of his tech, all of his half completed projects and robots he had pieced together over the years. Gently setting Violet down, he smiled at her through his visor, lifting his hands to pull the helmet off. “You did good back there! We make a good team.” he laughed with ease, running his fingers through his perpetually disheveled hair. Turning to the keypad on the side, he input the garage code, hoping and waiting for the door to open and show him his safe haven, but when nothing happened he sighed. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy. The reinforced lock would have to go, it was the only other way in. Luckily, he knew this might have been a problem and had remembered the key, otherwise cracking that lock would have taken them hours. Sliding it in, he did a combination of turns and half turns, before a quiet ‘aha!’ escaped and he could grab the handle and lift the heavy door with ease thanks to his suit.

“Welcome to my lab. Not much, but hey… its safe.” he said, a prideful smile on his face as he motioned for her to enter. Turning slightly to peer inside, he braced himself for the worse. Would his computers be gone? Trashed? Would the whole thing be collapsed and in ruin? Or would it… IT WAS FINE! “IT LIVES! YES YES YES! IT LIVES!” he cheered, jogging in despite the aching and protesting of his muscles. There was some obvious damage to his main server, and just from a quick look he could see some of his tools were gone. But for the most part, everything was there. Including, but not limited to the numerous hoodies and number of socks and shirts left haphazardly in a pile at the foot of the beaten up couch.

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Heart pounding in her chest, she kept her determination up as her arms stayed outstretched. She'd ignored his protest about what she was doing, knowing fully well he'd figure it out when the aftershock hit them. She had flipped so quickly from the damsel role to that of the hero once again, a small bubble of pride blossomed in her chest as her instincts kicked in. Despite all the doubting she did to herself, it was hard to ignore the role that was pre-programmed into her genes from her parents.

Amazed at how this monster was so determined to catch them, she found it hard to focus properly on keeping her forcefield up. Shutting her eyes and shaking her head curtly, she was able to deflect the scooter, but with the looming threat of a headache making itself known in the back of her skull, it was only a matter of time before she couldn't protect them anymore.

Even with her extensive training, her mental limit could only last for so long. It was one thing to use it at will when she was perfectly fine, but in situations like this- when her body was already past it's normal limits, her mental abilities took a hard beating. She hadn't found the right person to help her. To allow her focus mostly on the ability to manifest her powers. So while she tried her hardest to learn new ways to use her powers, without the knowledge of how to keep up with them, most of the things she could do were simply one shots. Special abilities that she could only use in cases of emergencies.

Hiro's angry voice rung in her ears, causing her to turn her head to look back at him. Did she upset him when she flung herself over his shoulder? Maybe she should have said something before acting, but there was no time. When he swiveled around, a squeak of panic left her lips as her hands clamped down on the cool metal of his suit (at least, clamped the best they could against the smooth surface). Regaining her composure, she managed to turn herself to get a look of what he was doing, her eyes widening in awe as the projectile flew towards the monster. Slowly her eyes blinked, time seeming to freeze as she turned her head to stare down at the male who was saving her. From the angle she was positioned at, it was hard to see through his visor, but she could tell from the way his lips were pursed that he bore a look of determination.

An impressed smile spread across her lips, but was quickly short-lived as she was once again slung around. Her eyes widened in fear as everything blurred in slow motion. Her hair flicking up around her face. The monster rearing on what could only be guessed as it's hind legs as the projectile neared closer. The starts of a bright light emitting from it. She knew what was happening, as Hiro's command seemed to echo in her ears.

Inhaling deeply, she shut her eyes just as the world seemed to speed up to a normal pace, the weapon exploding on contact just as her eyes were shrouded in darkness from her lips. Arms jutted out before her, she willed the forcefield to completely enshroud them just as a strong gust of wind rushed past them from the initial blast. Wincing at the sheer thought of what was happening, her hair blowing out behind her, she slowly exhaled, keeping herself as calm as possible while she worked on making them invisible. It wasn't as if she hadn't made more than one person invisible, but in doing so with the act of her forcefield being up, it took a serious amount of concentration to keep the both of them up.

The pressure of his arms tightening around her waist was comforting, bringing a faint smile to her face as she continued to keep her mind focused on keeping them safe. Swaying against his shoulder as they rounded a corner, she silently prayed that his lab wasn't much further, the headache starting to make itself more well known.

Eyes snapped opened at a sudden cry, and she panicked thinking they weren't safe again, but as she blinked the initial shock away she had to quickly wrap her arms around him as she bounced in his arms; forcefield dying around them. Turning so she could achieve a proper look at his face, she saw the smile that was plastered across his face, causing her to look up with a smile of her own as his speed seemed to slow.

Holding onto his shoulders firmly, she glanced down at the ground as he cautiously let her down. Putting her weight on her, well- better leg, she limped a little to the side, leaning against the structure of the garage, her face flushed and breathing short as she chuckled a bit at his words. The small bubble of pride that had blossomed within her chest earlier, bloomed into a blindingly warm flower within her, causing her to smile brightly as she nodded in agreement with his words. "You weren't so shabby back there either, Mr. Stark." It was a teasing notion, and she wasn't even sure the other would understand the reference she was making, but she couldn't help but let that thought fly from her mind.

Following his lead, she pulled her face mask from her eyes and ran a shaky hand through her hair to keep the long mess from her face. She'd long since lost her headband, and she found herself regretting not tying it back when she was in this world.

Turning her gaze to the metal door as it slid up from it's resting place, her smile softened at the thought of shelter. Proper shelter. Not an abandoned, run down building. Something that could resemble a hide out. Pushing herself gently from the building, she limped her way in, hand reaching out to steady herself against a long table littered with tools and half-baked inventions. Taking a quick glance around, her eyes widened in amazement at the sight of it, her mind confirming the Tony Stark comment she had made earlier.

Electronics littered the entire structure, and Violet couldn't help but be impressed. Never before had she seen something to extensive. At least, not in person. In movies was one thing, but to actually see a lab that was littered with so much technology, it practically blew her mind. He was like a young Tony Stark. He had to be if he could have a suit like that. To have a lab like this. It would have been skeptical at first, but as he knew what to do with the lock when the first try didn't work; he was prepared.

Leaning herself against the table, she sat her mask on the wooden surface as she stretched her bummed leg out. A hiss rushed past her gritted teeth, which quickly faded as Hiro jumped around his lab excitedly. "Alright, Young Frankenstein." She laughed quietly as her head turned to the still open door that exposed the ruined town before them. Face falling, she turned her head to look at the excited male before her. "Um, Hiro. Not to- uh, burst your bubble or anything, but...." Her words trickled into silence as she nodded to the door with her head and pointing with her finger. "Door's still opened."



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Hiro Hamada


Pull the blackout curtains down
Excitement coursed through his veins the moment he saw his lab in one piece. This place had been his baby, a safe haven where he went to do his best thinking and his best tinkering. Sure, his shared room with his brother had done nicely for minor modifications of things, but it wasn’t anything compared to the lab. He had been lucky Aunt Cass had given him the space, that she decided she didn’t need to park her car there and instead let him have the room to do what it was he did best. It seemed only fair since Tadashi got a lab at nerd school. Without it his mircobots never would have come in to existence. Then again, maybe that would have been better by this point.

His face fell slightly as a gloved hand smoothed over his hologram computer, the soft hum of it trying to come to life being the only thing to lift the corners of his mouth. If he hadn’t had the space to create his microbots, none of this would have happened. Well… the darkness would have still come, but instead of being alone in the world, burdened by grief and sadness and guilt, he would have his brother by his side guiding him through this time. If Tadashi hadn’t dangled that stupid nerd school in front of his face and made it so enticing, then he never would have wanted to go and the fire never would have happened and the worst that would have come of them was a few more nights in jail. But no. Tadashi wanted him to do more with his big brain, and he had the space to create and the ability to do it. And in a sick turn of events it all backfired in his face. He was lucky to have the space, but at the same time, maybe not so much.

Shaking his head, Hiro pulled off his large gloves, throwing them to the worn couch sporting a mountain of laundry that hadn’t been touched in over a year. For a moment he could hear Cass’s voice in his head, shrieking at him for not taking better care of his clothes and waiting until the last moment to beg her to clean them. He could almost see her stuffing a scone in her mouth as she carried a basket away on her hip, mumbling under her breath at how if he was so smart why he couldn’t figure out how to use a washing machine. It brought a chuckle to his lips as he maneuvered around the lab, taking a quick inventory and gauging how much juice his equipment had left to it. The computer tried to start up, meaning there was some electricity flowing through the chords, but not enough to give it life. He could pull out his emergency generator, but he doubted there would be enough gas to stabilize the connection long enough for him to fix his suit and create modifications as needed. He would need to MacGyver a battery of some sort… though that shouldn’t be too difficult, just time consuming.

“Hah! Mr. Stark.” he laughed as he looked over to the girl who was standing the table, her mask no longer hiding her face. He could finally see what she had been hiding, and he offered her a welcoming smile. Normally he would have griped and groaned about someone being in his lab, he wasn’t the friendliest of people except to his fellows at the Nerd School. But after all they had been through he figured she was already an honorary friend and he could swallow back the sarcasm and defense mechanisms he had for moments like this. “Give me a few more years and I’ll be better than Tony.” he smirked, understanding the reference more than she could have known, his chest swelling with pride and a sense of self confidence that had been buried in the moment of self preservation. Slowly he moved around to meet her at the table, lifting parts of his suit off and placing them on the table with a sigh. It was easy enough to get in, light enough that it didn’t hinder him in any way, but his muscles were aching and his body was coming down off the adrenaline high so much that even opening a simple door would send pain through his body. Pointing a finger at her with a laugh he shook his head. “You’re not the first to call me that… am I missing something… Frankenstein?” he questioned. He could understand super hero and pop culture references… but literary ones were beyond him.

As Violet brought his attention to the door, he gave her a scowl, raising his brows to her. Did she really think he’d leave the door open and make them sitting ducks? Sure, he should have been quicker on the draw about it, his lab in good condition distracting him, but he knew what he was doing. He gave a long, silent stare to her, before shaking his head and moving back, stepping outside and in to the light. “Give me some credit, I did just save our lives.” he teased playfully. “I’m heading inside to grab some things. I think there should be some canned food still good up there… clothes… bandages. I’ll be back. Go ahead and sit down, make yourself at home.” he instructed, giving her a smile before easing the heavy door closed.

Running around to the front, he chanced a moment to look back at where the destruction had happened. The dust was beginning to clear and settle, the small fires from the explosion dancing in the wind. The street was eerily silent, but in a way that said they were alone rather than still being hunted. He wasn’t going to chance anything, but he was curious to know if the monster had left or was unconscious due to the explosion. But, not wanting to make Violet wait longer, he opted to enter the café. The store itself looked ransacked, like people had broken in to use it for shelter or to gather food. But even with all the broken tables and chairs littering the ground, he could still see the phantom image of the café in full swing. His aunt walking around and delivering orders as he stood behind the register and took them, griping the whole time. His smile faded as he shook the image from his head. He hoped Aunt Cass was okay, that she hadn’t waited for him too long. His teeth bit in to his lip as he moved up the stairs, idly grabbing the family picture from the wall of him, Tadashi and Aunt Cass from the wall and tucking it under his arm.

The site of his home was a bit better than the pilfered first floor of the café. There was signs of entry, but it seemed more like people needing a place to stay than people stealing. Things were knocked over, but nothing was broken of too far from its home. It gave him hope that his room would only be a mild mess. Quickly he went about the kitchen, gathering in his arms what he could of the canned and dried goods that he could—canned spaghetti and granola bars a plenty—before he made the last ascension to his and his brother’s shared room. In the back of his mind he knew he couldn’t linger long, that the ghosts would haunt him if he spent to much time gathering clothes, but that didn’t help how he was stopping in his tracks—met with the site of his and his brother’s room. He scanned the area, again it had been lived in, but at least the memory of it wasn’t desecrated. Megabot was still on his work bench and Baymax’s charging station was still by the wall. It was almost like he left it, save for the wrinkled blankets on both beds and the empty cans of food laying strewn about.

A sigh left his lips as he dropped the canned goods on his bed, grabbing backpack from under his bed and stuffing them in without care. Just as he knew it, ghosts began to haunt him and he had to busy himself by gathering clothes for the both of them and odds and ends form his work bench to put together a working battery. There was a moment where he thought to go to Cass’s room and get some of her clothes for Violet, but he quickly disregarded it. They would probably be too big… and well… there was something gross to him about riffling through his aunt’s clothes drawer. She would have to settle for whatever he brought her from his closet. With a final look around, he made the journey to grab the last item he needed. Gently his fingers smoothed over the fabric of his brother’s hat, dusting it off as it had been thrown to the floor and forgotten. This was one of the few things he had left from his brother, and one of the main things he had come to retrieve. He couldn’t let it go.

Throwing the pack over his shoulder he quickly returned to the lab, sparing another few seconds to stare at the remnants of his bomb, before knocking a pattern on the door to let her know it was him. Getting the door up this time was more difficult without the use of his suit, but with a grunt he threw it open, closing it behind him and using the dim glow of his emergency lights to find his way around . “Okay! So, we’ve got some green beans and fruit cocktail and canned spaghetti!” he exclaimed, his voice strained to sound enthused. Setting his bag on the table, he unzipped it, pulling things out bit by bit. “I also have some change of clothes… sorry they might be a bit baggy but they’ll do.” he explained, his voice going robotic. It seemed that the ghosts of his home seemed to follow him to his sanctuary and there wasn’t much he could do.

NOTES : Lets aim for shorter next time Hiro bby >>WORDS : 1697

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Hm? Oh! Hi there! Is everything alright? I know everything around here seems scary, but there's nothing to be scared of! You see, there's this group. Filled with courageous beings. All looking out for you. Me? Oh. Heh. I'm just a nobody. Nothing special. But I'll help you the best I can.
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Leaning against the wooden table, a smile played across her lips as she silently watched Hiro in his reunion with his lab. It made her wonder; How long had he been away from here? When did the Darkness come and plague him, causing him to leave all of this behind? The thoughts caused her to lower her gaze, her bloomed pride flower wilting at the ends. What would it be like to be able to walk into her home? Was everything just as they left it? Was her home even still standing?

As if on instinct, her arms came to circle around her as her head tilted forward, hair creating a thin veil of black around her face. He didn't need to see her like this, even if he didn't know her. He was having a happy moment, and she didn't need to be the one to burst that bubble. All she could do was hope and silently pray that she would, one day, get her time to jump around her living room. To open the door to her old bedroom and smile as everything greeted her as if she'd never left.

Silence reached her ears, causing her to look up to see a somber Hiro before, eyes staring off into the distance as a hand rested upon the screen of his computer. Brows furrowing, she felt guilt to to bubble in her stomach, threatening to claw it's way up to the back of her throat. Was this her fault? Did she seriously just ruin his one happy moment, after everything he just did for her? Silently she watched as he started to pull his gloves off, eyes following them as they landed with a hushed thump upon the worn couch, her hopes rising a bit at the ghost of a chuckle that escaped his lips. Maybe she wasn't the cause of his slump after all.

Tearing her gaze from him, she took the time to take a better look of the walls surrounding her. How many ghosts were hiding in this place for him? She didn't know his story. She barely knew his name, so for her to jump to conclusions on anything would be rash. Deep down, she hoped that him bringing her here hadn't raised any sleeping demons that he could have been hiding from the world. She would have rather been limping from the monster that was chasing them than put him into a situation that would only leave him feeling empty.

His laugh startled her, pulling her from her thoughts as she lifted to head to take in his smiling face. Her cheeks burned as embarrassment flooded through her, knowing she'd been caught in her own thoughts. Biting her lower lip, she quickly glanced away as she tucked her hair behind her ear out of habit before directing her attention at him once again, returning his welcoming smile with a grateful smile of her own. "We-I uh. I look forward to reading it in the papers then." Her eyes widened a bit as he made his way closer towards her, causing her to scoot a bit out of his way.

Turning from having her back against the table, she lifted an arm to stabilize her as she watched him take the remainder of his armor off. Piece by piece found a place on the table, and the more that was revealed, the more obvious it was that he had to have been no more than her age. Maybe a year or two difference. It caused her heart to fall, knowing that she wasn't the only one forced into this lifestyle. How much had the Darkness taken from everyone? Resorting children to fight wars they never would have imagined. Would it ever end for them?

It was her turn to laugh, though it was a small giggle as she covered her lips with her hand. "You basically quoted the Doctor when you celebrated your lab being 'alive.'" Running a hand through her hair to push it out of her face, she smiled at him as she gave a reassuring nod. "It's an alright book, and it's spawned a few good horror movies from it. I mean, if you're in to that sort of thing," she added with a shrug of her shoulders. Not everyone had a taste for horror and monsters, even if the thought would put Lydia into cardiac arrest.

The giggle that still tickled the tip of her tongue turned into an honest laugh as he scowled at her, his unimpressed face managing to lift her spirits as she pointed out the door. "Well sorry! You're right, you're right. The thought only just occurred to me!" Nodding at his statement about going inside for supplies, she apologized for her earlier statement. "That sounds like a good idea. Lord knows I could go for something that doesn't come in a wrapper." As if on cue, her stomach growled, causing her to sigh heavily as her cheeks once again were tinted pink even though her eyes rolled in her head. Attention focusing on Hiro once again, her eyes widened a bit in mild shock as he offered her to make herself at home. Slowly, her head nodded as she stammered out a 'thank you,' before turning her head to look back to the couch in the corner.

Once the garage door, something she could only imagine was heavy and harder to work with after their rush of adventure, closed; she found her eyes closing as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. Everything hurt, and it only made itself more prominent with each passing minute she kept standing.

Balancing herself, she gently pushed away from the table, her mind set on making it to the couch in the back. The cushions called to her, and while she didn't have anything to change into at the moment, she wanted nothing more than to get her Supersuit off. At least the upper half so she could see the damage to her arm and elbow. Limping slowly, the slightest pressure upon her foot making her hiss and grit her teeth. If she could at least get the boots off, maybe it would ease the pressure from her ankle. Reaching out with a shaking hand, she took a minute to catch her breath as she stared at the pile of clothes (that she could only imagine to be dirty) that prevented her from sitting in comfort. Shoulders slumping, she sighed to herself as she reached for the closest shirt and started to fold the pile.

The sensation of sitting on something with a give to it caused a quiet moan of pleasure to slip past her lips as she let her head rest against the back of the couch. She could have fallen asleep right then and there, but she wanted to make sure Hiro made it back. So instead of letting her eyelids fall over her eyes like they wanted to, she lurched herself forward to work on undoing the boots that rested up to her thighs. The first boot slid off with no problem, and a satisfied 'aahhh' filled the air as paused to let the feeling sink in before she went to work on the other. Peeling it from her thigh, the beginning process was fine. What made it hard was being able to pull her foot from the bottom without jarring it too much, something that was easier said than done. Teeth sinking into her lower lip to silence the yelp that caught in the back of her throat, her eyes watered as the boot fell to the floor.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she stayed hunched over on the couch as she tried to catch her breath. "Son of a bitch...." The words muttered under her breath as she straighten up on the couch. One obstacle down. Another one to go.

Glancing back at the closed metal door, she silently wondered if Hiro was alright. Would leaving him on his own to venture in his home be a smart thing? Nose wrinkled in displeasure at the thought, she only shook her head as she reached behind her to work on unzipping the suit. Keeping her back towards the door, she let the undamaged fabric fall to her waist as the feeling of her hair against her bare back caused a shiver to make it's way down her spine. Glancing down at her almost bare arms, she slowly pulled the gloves from her hands, letting them fall to the floor. Her normally pale skin was dotted with a multitude of colored bruises and small scrapes which caused her to sigh heavily. This was the life she chose. She knew the consequences.

Turning her head to examine the gash along her upper arm, she winced at the inflamed wound that radiated red against a nasty yellow purple bruise. The dried blood only made the wound look better, and without hesitating she wetted her thumb down with her tongue and started to rub around the cut.

The metallic knocking caused her to jump, arms coming to wrap around her as her head turned to watch the door open, only to shut once Hiro made his way in. Exhaling through her mouth, she tucked her hair behind her ear as she kept her arms around her, shifting on the couch to get a better view at what he had to offer. A gentle laugh made it's way past a casual smile, only to die off at the lack of enthusiasm from the boy. "Green beans sounds nice. But that spaghetti sounds like a gift from the Gods." She tried to keep the mood lightened as she followed it with a laugh, but as he seemed to shut off from the situation, she quietly nodded as he mentioned the clothes. "I'm sure they'll be fine. Honestly, I wouldn't object to baggy clothes right now. Everything hurts, and I can only imagine how you're feeling...." Her voice trailed off as her eyes lowered to the floor.

Letting the silence cover them like a blanket, Violet gathered the courage to raise her head, forcing herself to train her eyes upon Hiro. "Thank you," she started, her voice firmer than it had been a minute ago. "For rescuing me. And taking the time to help."


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He hadn’t even realized what is was he was walking in to when he entered the lab at first, his mind focused on keeping a level face and not buckling under the pressure growing in his chest, so when he turned around to hand her the clothes he had grabbed he couldn’t help the startled gasp that escaped his lips. A part of his brain knew something like this would have happened. The girl was injured in more places than one and it was likely that in such tight quarters they would have to share space together… partially naked. But seeing it first hand, previously numb to everything around him trying not to cry from the haunting ghosts surrounding him; he hadn’t quite done the math. There was nothing to be seen, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, but that didn’t stop the color from flushing to his cheeks and his head from immediately turning to give her privacy.

Breathe in. He willed himself to take a deep breath and clear the site of her bare back to leave his mind. Breathe out. Slowly the air left his lungs, expelling the image from his mind as best as a fourteen year old could, and leaving his heart pounding a little less in his chest. Breathe in. Again he willed fresh air into his lungs, taking the few seconds to try and go back to the state of mind he was in before, not quite realizing that maybe it was better to let that go and linger instead on what was in front of him. Breath out. Another breath left his lungs and he felt his nerves calm, his mind no longer stuttering incoherently and his thoughts once again forming coherently. Now, if he could just focus on the task at hand, maybe the blush would leave his face and he could maybe look at her long enough to hand her his clothes.

The mental image crept into his mind of seeing the tiny woman draped in his clothing. His baggy shirt doing nothing to flatter her figure, his shorts barely hanging on to her hips—sagging slightly, his hoody weighing her small frame down and flooding her in material. The image in his head wasn’t even flattering in the slightest, but it left one thought linger in his hormone flooded head. She was there, in his lab, wearing his clothes. And there was something sickeningly appealing to him about the thought. He hardly knew the girl’s name, he hadn’t even had a chance to give her a proper look over, and yet all he could see was an innocent look on her face as she stood in front of him, the sleeves of his hoody hiding her hands, tentatively asking if she looked alright. Her cheeks were bright red in his mind, her eyes avoiding his as he apparently looked her over to quell the fear, and all he could do was fumble for words like an idiot. There was nothing attractive about her in his clothes! There was nothing good about this mental image! It was weird and awkward and left his hands sweating as he fumbled with his folded clothes debating if giving them to her was even a good idea at this point. But he had promised… and well… he couldn’t let her sit in that suit the whole time.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, his hands wiping on the under armor material of his shirt, he took the folded clothes and turned around. His eyes looked everywhere but the girl sitting on the couch, yet somehow in an attempt to not find her, they landed on her. His cheeks lit up bright red and with an awkward shuffle he moved to hand her the garments. His eyes remained locked on hers, as he laughed nervously, but from the corner of his eye he could see the bare skin of her back, albeit littered with bruises and cuts, but for all intents and purposes bare. He swallowed again, laughing nervously as he placed them next to her, turning around quickly to go back to his unpacking and try to sort his mind out.

The silence that fell between them was enough for him to manage to push the image away, at least for the time being. His hands were busy making a small stockpile of canned and dried food goods, organizing them from the battery if things he collected from his room to start constructing a power source strong enough to power up his computer. And of course, as his fingers pulled the most delicate things out of the bag, he felt the weight of it all fall back to his shoulders. Maybe it was better to be stuck in those inappropriate thoughts… to picture the stranger wearing his clothes and oddly liking what he imagined for whatever reason. Anything was better than to feel the ghostly hand of the haunting poltergeists brush across the back of his neck and make the hair on his arm stand on end. Gently his fingers brushed over the material of Tadashi’s hat, tracing the school’s emblem. No matter what Tadashi wore, formal clothes or whatever, he had always had that hat on. It was a part of him… and all he had left.

Hearing Violet’s voice, he looked up to the wall in front of him. He could hear the serious tone she used, genuine and honestly thoughtful in her appreciation. Giving a nod, he shrugged his shoulders as if it had been nothing. “No problem,” he squeaked, his voice cracking as he tried to steady his emotions. His cheeks burned again and he cursed silently under his breath, shaking his head. “It’s what heroes do…” he explained, closing his eyes and willing himself to be prepared for what he saw when he turned around. In through his nose, and out through his mouth, he turned to face Violet, trying to muster a smile and not get flustered by what he saw like he had before. Though, even if he was successful in keeping a stoic face, there was no telling how long it would last before that image crept its way back in to his head again. “We help people… lots of people,” he offered with a smile, in the back of his mind knowing that Tadashi would be pleased with how is brother turned out. That’s all Tadashi ever wanted—was to help people. And now his legacy could live on through him.

Clearing his throat, he looked away, not giving his mind any time to linger on any more inappropriate thoughts. Quickly he moved around to the other side of his lab, limping without realizing it, as his body ached silently. Pulling open a drawer, he retrieved a white tool box with a red cross on it, his fingers moving over the smooth plastic before setting it atop the nearby worth bench. “My brother made this for me when I first set up my lab,” he explained, his voice wavering slightly at mentioning Tadashi out loud. Gently his fingers popped open the lid and his eyes inspected the contents. Hiro had never been one to care about first aid, regardless of what happened to him in the process of inventing, so this was the first he was seeing of the box. “Something about wanting me to be prepared… hah… as if I’d use it.” he laughed, eyeing the vast array of basic medical supplies. Looking over to Violet he closed the lid. “Looks like it’s coming in handy now, yeah?” he joked, moving over and placing the box next to the stack of clothes. A pink hue colored his cheeks and he stood up quickly, moving back to his original spot. “There ya go! Now you can patch yerself up!” he chirped, laughing nervously. He could only imagine what would happen if he offered to help, when just the thought of her in his clothes made him as flustered as he had been. It was probably best he gave her privacy. Yeah…

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Sitting there upon the couch, it hadn't quite dawned on Violet the situation that was unfolding around them. Even with his startled gasp, she was too focused on trying to clean herself up the best she could with what little she had. Of reassuring herself that there were other things to worry about than what she was feeling. She needed to worry about Hiro, and make sure he was alright; even if she was the one covered in cuts and bruises with an ankle that was still throbbing without the added pressure of her boot. Lifting her head when the silence overcame them once again, she caught the faint pink on his cheeks as he quickly turned around. Confused, she sat there with her head tilting slightly as her mind tried to process what was happening.

A shiver overcame her, and as she tightened the grip around her, her mouth fell open in silent horror as she realized why he was acting the way he was. She was practically naked. Her cheeks burned with the all to sudden blood running through her veins as her arms tightened even tighter, making the half cleaned cut along her arm open up once again. Turning her head, she silently scolded herself, knowing that this would have happened. Too wrapped up in the instincts of cleaning up after battle, it was something that she grew accustomed to. Though she usually had at least a wall shielding her from others, but only able to reside in Hiro's garage, it was hard to hide herself. Unless....

Closing her eyes, she tried to will the upper half of her to turn invisible. If he couldn't see anything, there wouldn't be a problem, right? But as the headache throbbed it's way back to life, she winced as a hand came to hold her head, the startled gasp falling from her lips as her eyes stung. She'd used up far too much energy when they were fleeing. Holding her head, the sound of his throat clearing caused her to look up, her arm falling to cover herself once again.

Their eyes met, and she could see the blush as clear as day upon his cheeks. The smile that was displayed on his face seemed almost strained as his laugh sounded awkward, and it was then that she noticed the small gap between his front teeth. A giggle threatened to escape from her lips, which she covered with a gentle smile of her own as her eyes followed his hands as he left the clothes on the arm of the couch. It was all too adorable, watching him flounder about because she didn't have a shirt on.

Waiting until he turned around, her hand quickly came to cover her mouth, attempting to stifle the giggle that was brewing in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't. It would be far too rude to laugh in a moment like this. He was only trying to help, and she practically threw her naked self at him. Even if it wasn't her intention, that was basically how it appeared. The threat only grew as he squeaked a response, her cheeks hurting from how hard she was holding the amusement back. This was all too comical, especially after what they'd both just been through. However, when he turned around, she straightened up and forced a straight face as he explained it's what they do. Nodding in reassurance, she watched as he moved to the other side of the lab.

Quickly, she unfolded the clothes she'd offered him, her face fell at all the fabric that was displayed before her. It looked like a normal shirt. A normal hoodie. But when compared to her stick-like frame in this world, she would surely swim in it. As her head fell back, her quiet morning of anguish was quickly stifled as he started speaking again. There was a dip in his volume, and the hesitation from him made her freeze mid-process of mock dressing.

"He has a brother?" Her heart fell, knowing the exact feeling he must have been feeling in this moment. He was missing, wasn't he? Why was it families were always separated? Was it part of the Darnkess' coding? "Let's ruin families and have them separate in all of the chaos I'm ensuing!" It made her brows furrow as her fist clutched the fabric of the shirt tightly. Turning her attention back to Hiro as he opened the tool box, she exhaled the heated thoughts as she quickly worked on wrapping the hoodie around her chest, tying the sleeves securely around her front as his footsteps made themselves known.

Looking down at the box, then back up to Hiro; who had quickly moved back to his original spot, Violet's eyes blinked in confusion as she sat there on the couch. Patch her self up? Well, yeah. At least what she could reach herself. Just barely moving had her more than aware of the cuts that had to be littered along her back. Hell, the gash along her arm would need another hand to hold the gauze down why someone taped it in place. "T-th-thanks...?" Her confusion was emitted through her voice as she turned on the couch, wincing at the pain in her ankle as she pulled the toolbox closer. Was he aware of the fact she would need his assistance? Looking down at the stark whiteness of the tool box against the red of the couch, she sighed quietly as she popped opened the tabs, gingerly lifting the lid as her eyes widened. What exactly did his brother think he was going to do to himself?

Lifting her head, she openly voiced her thoughts. "What in the world did your Brother think you were going to do in here? Sever a limb?" Looking back down at the high quality medical items, she was stunned with what she had to work with. Which was pretty much everything but the doctor itself. Lifting up a bottle of antiseptic, she used her other hand to sift through the box. Gauze. Bandages. Needle and thread? Sweet Jesus what was Hiro known for doing when no one was looking? She could only imagine her face blatantly stated her wonder as she continued to dig through the box of wonder. Her face twisted in thought, wondering if it would be better to stand up and make it to the table where she would have better sight of herself, or if she could just stay on the couch and go from there. But... if she was going to need Hiro's help, maybe it would be best to situate to a better spot?

Placing the items back in the box, she shut the lid. She'd need a flat surface to sit the box on, and as she managed to push herself to her feet, pain shot through her leg, making her cry out as she stumbled in attempt to steady herself against the wall. Sad eyes turned to the boy on the other side of the room, guilt swelled up inside of her as she knew what she needed to do, even if her pride was already shot. "Uh.. H-Hiro...?" Her voice was soft as she tried to get his attention. "I.. um.." Swallowing the nervous lump in her throat, he nodded with her head towards the table with the chair nestled under it. "I need your.. help." Gesturing down at her leg that she kept up from the ground, she felt the faint tinges of a blush creep upon her cheeks as she shrugged sheepishly. "I mean... if that's okay? I-I'm sure I can.. I can make it there myself..."



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Pull the blackout curtains down
This was not how he was supposed to spend the first day he found his lab, hiding his face from a stranger he saved trying to scrap together was little dignity he could find. He was supposed to throw caution to the wind and start ripping old tech apart to create new tech! He had plans! He was going to equip his suit with actual weapons that weren’t a weird homebrew that would no doubt get him sent to jail if the wrong thing happened! He was going to make a hover board so he could move around the world faster, making these long trips from portal to lab easier and therefore make his lab more assessable. He was going to grab what little remnants of his family he had left and somewhere in his tiny apartment make a shrine for them—honor their memory and pray their souls have found safety.

But no! Instead he was staring at a wall trying to will a blush from his cheeks as terribly images flooded his mind of the stranger in his lab. His hormone flooded head that he had all but admitted actually existed shoved weird feelings into his lap, including but not completely limited to the weird twisting in his stomach at the thought of her being naked in his lab, the awkward feeling of maybe wanting to see… to know what he was looking at, and the conflicting feelings of knowing in the back of his head that he shouldn’t feel this way about girls or about anyone! He was a man of science! He loved his work and had gone so long without feeling this way about anyone! It was weird and awkward and he was fumbling and he hated it! Why couldn’t Violet have just been a guy? It would have been easier and his mind wouldn’t be trapped in a loop of trying to force the blush from his face and new images of her cutely wearing his clothes even if the image itself wasn’t all that flattering.

Of course none of this was Violet’s fault. As much as he wanted to gripe and complain about the woman and why she had no decency to hide herself, he knew this wasn’t her fault. She was more concerned about her injuries, and he didn’t blame her. He was pretty beat up himself, five days of being chased by that thing was sure to leave him bumped, cut, and battered… but it seemed her actual fight left her worse for wear. Of course she would want to clean herself up, and it was likely that it slipped her mind as it had his, the indecency of the situation. No, he didn’t blame her—but it didn’t stop him from wanting to. This was the first he ever felt of what Baymax had concluded was his entering in to puberty (something he denied whole heartedly in his grief), and Violet was the catalyst.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up”Swallowing the lump in his throat as he heard her choking on giggles, his head hung low. How was he even supposed to manage this? How did kids manage these weird feelings? The tension in their stomachs, the knots, the butterflies? For all intents and purposes he wasn’t a kid! He never had the childhood of a normal kid or anything! He grew up too fast, never taking a moment to know what it was like to play catch in the park with his dad because he had a organic chemistry paper to write. He never got to swing from tree branches and pretend like he was a feral ape man because he was too busy tutoring older kids in calculus. He never even got the talk from his aunt, or… and it pained him to even think about it… from his brother. In theory he knew what was happening to his body and what changes he would experience. But the science behind it didn’t mean he was prepared to handle it. His mind had already flourished in to adulthood and his body was playing catch up and he didn’t even have the comfort of his brother to lean on for support. He was just left floundering in deep waters… unable to support himself and sinking deeper and deeper into the pools of hormones and inappropriate thoughts.

He was content to stay where he was until she said she had at least covered herself, despite wanting to jump head first into tearing about some of his old remotes and half finished bots and strip them of their parts. Getting lost in his planning was one way to block out the images, and taking inventory of what he had at his disposal only lead him to further banishing them from his head. But her voice rang out and he was pulled back faster than he imagined, giving him a mental whiplash as he turned around. A sigh passed his lips when he saw her at least covered by his hoody… but it did nothing for his mind in imagining further what he couldn’t—NO NO! He wasn’t going there! THIS WAS WRONG! So wrong. No right! So wrong.

Looking away he shrugged. “It wasn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility.” he said, laughing, albeit a bit awkwardly. It was obvious she had no idea how much work went in to robotics, how dangerous some of the tools were that he used. There was no telling what sort of injuries would come to surface using them, let alone when you let a kid use them. Though, he wasn’t just some average everyday kid. But still! His muscles hadn’t matured—though he would bargain that they never would—and his height was less than desired. So he had to finagle new ways and easier ways to handle tools meant for adults. “I’m using welding guns, cutting sheet metal, lasers to carve fine details, heck, I work with electricity and circuitry. There is a huge variety to the injuries I could acquire. Tada—er—my brother was just being protective.” he explained, the weight of Tadashi’s name too heavy for him to bear. He turned his eyes away when he was done explaining, casting his glance to the hat and the picture. Gone so long… yet the wound seemed too fresh.

Hearing her move around again he determined she was going to try and clean herself up. Oh how he wished Baymax was here right now. He was a wealth of knowledge and knew over 1000 medical procedures… needless to say he would know just how to help Violet… more than he could. All he could do was provide the items necessary. Still though, that medical kit was far more than anyone could have asked for given the circumstances. Taking a deep breath, glad that she was going to get herself cleaned up therefore meaning he could finally work in peace, he hadn’t expected to hear his name called out quite yet. Her voice was soft as she tried to gather his attention, and for a moment, it brought a blush to his cheeks. If he turned around would she ask how she looked? Would she sigh and shrug and look so innocent in his hoody? No. Instead she looked helpless when he turned around, almost scared as her foot hovered above the ground. A soft smile curled to his lips and he nodded his head. He wasn’t going to leave her stranded. Yet, as he moved to go help her, he slowly comprehended what that would mean. His dark eyes widened when he was a few steps away, offering his shoulder for her to wrap an arm around so he could support her waist. He would be touching her. His arm would wrap around her waist and his bare hand would touch her bare skin. He would feel how tiny she was in his embrace… how she felt in his arms.

“I… uh-um… y-yeah. L-Lets… uh… yeah.” he stuttered, knowing he couldn’t back down now. When she wrapped her arm on his shoulder, his arm encircling her waist, he swallowed hard and looked away willing the blush to leave. Nevermind he had carried her the entire way to his lab, held her entire body close to his all the way. No… this was different than running away. This was more intimate. And it scared him. More than that beast lying unconscious in the ally. Helping Violet over to his computer chair, he gently set her down, going back quickly to retrieve the first aid kit and bringing it to the work bench. “Uh… I’m not that good at this sort of thing. All I know how to do is put on band aids… my brother was the nurse in the family.” he explained, snickering under his breath. Maybe Tadashi wasn’t a nurse, but he might as well have been. He had always been there to pick him up and fix his scraped knees and kiss his forehead to stop him from crying. Tadashi would know how best to help… Hiro was just the robotics rebel. Hanging his head low he leaned against the bench. “If only Baymax were here.” he whispered dismally, his heart aching.

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Hm? Oh! Hi there! Is everything alright? I know everything around here seems scary, but there's nothing to be scared of! You see, there's this group. Filled with courageous beings. All looking out for you. Me? Oh. Heh. I'm just a nobody. Nothing special. But I'll help you the best I can.
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Pull the blackout
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Hiro

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The humor she found in his awkwardness was quickly masked by the vast amount of things that were riddled inside the toolbox upon her lap. With wide eyes, she stared in wonder as he explained what he did, and how it was obvious he could easily do something drastic to himself, even if he didn't mean to. It hadn't really dawned on Violet, even if she had been the one to make the Tony Stark comment, that everything he was doing could potentially be dangerous. Science wasn't her thing. Heck, she was pretty positive she was too busy doodling her crush's name into her notebook instead of paying attention.

"I suppose that makes sense," she quietly murmured to herself as she glanced back down at the toolbox, her hand hesitating over the opening when he recovered himself from speaking the name of his brother. Her chest tightened once again, the feeling of being alone seeping into her as she turned her gaze to him once again. Her lips curled into a gentle smile as she quietly nodded in his direction. She could understand. Being the oldest of three, she would totally do everything she could to protect her younger brothers. Even if Dash made her want to lock him in a bubble and never let him out. She would still do what she could to protect him. Even if... she hadn't succeeded...

A hard lump formed in her throat as she quickly looked away from Hiro, demons of her past bubbling inside of her as they danced along the inside of her mind. Pictures of what she could only imagine happening to her younger brothers plagued her on an almost nightly basis when she didn't let her mind be completely exhausted. It was one of the many reasons she kept herself so busy. Guilt was something that she would forever be ridden with, knowing that she had one job back then, and she couldn't even manage that.

After a moment, she forcefully pushed the thoughts from her mind as she focused on how to better take care of her self now. Now was that mattered. There was no use dwelling in the past. What was done, was just that. Done. She couldn't change it.

It seemed karma had plans for her and her thought process. As pain shot up through her leg, she felt completely useless as she looked at him with pleading eyes. She wasn't use to being in need of assistance. At least not to this degree. Sure, it was one thing to need someone here or there, but she was barely able to walk on her own without the threat of tears running down her face. She tried, with all her might, to keep her face as neutral as possible, but it was hard when past demons still lingered within the back of her mind. Never good enough. Not even able to properly take care of herself. Because of her current mental state, she was completely oblivious to the mental situation Hiro himself was going through as he made his way over.

Exhaling gratefully when he offered his shoulder, she didn't think twice about wrapping her arm around his neck once again. Even as his arm wrapped around her thin waist, the warmth of his hand against her hip was comforting as she looked down, attempting to focus herself on how to properly walk without the full usage of her leg.

Stumbling on the first step, she was glad she'd left the toolbox on the couch as her other arm came to latch upon his neck. Huffing heavily through her nose, she mutter a string of curses before openly apologizing to the boy. "S-sorry. I'm not.. not use to being so helpless...." Her face was hot at her embarrassment, her fingers instinctively tightening upon his shoulder as she hobbled along side him towards the work bench. The muscles in her legs made it obvious how tired she was, but mentally, even with the headache that was looming in the corner- just waiting to strike, she knew that she needed to at least clean herself up enough to prevent infection.

Coming closer to the chair, leg freed one arm from his shoulder to reach out for the sanctuary of the chair. Gripping the leather tightly, a weak laugh passed her lips as she hopped to get herself better situated. Nodding at Hiro, she managed to pull herself into the chair, arms screaming as she lifted herself up. She felt suddenly cold as his arm left her waist, and her eyes shot open in realization of where he just was on her person. Cheeks burning brightly, she avoided his gaze as she stared ever so intently at the wood of the table. "I-it's... I can just.. um. Yeah. I should... should be a-alright." Attempting to clear her throat, she tucked her hair behind her ear, allowing it to fall over her non-injured arm as she reached for the toolbox, pulling it closer. She needed to focus on cleaning herself up.

Snapping the latches once again, she lifted the lid, once more pulling out the items she would eventually need. Inhaling deeply, she allowed her eyes to stay closed as she tried to clear her head. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't think about how nice it felt to have his arm around your waist. Now wasn't the time for that sort of thoughts.

Opening her eyes, she lifted the bottle of antiseptic closer, scanning over the directions as her other hand blindly reached in the box for the gauze. She would have to clean it before covering it, and maybe she could get a better look at how bad her arm was before deciding if she would need anything more. More likely than not it needed stitches, but there was no way in hell she was going to do that herself. Let alone let anyone else to it. She would have to clean it as best she could and pray for the best.

Upon twisting the bottle open, she heard something come from Hiro's direction, causing her to pause in her work and turn attention towards him. Baymax? Brows furrowing, she look up to his disheartened face. "Wh-who's Bay.....max?" She questioned as she turned herself in her chair, head tilting towards the side as she pushed her focus back on the bottle, ripping the protective seal from the top.


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It seemed like the both of them had their own demons to deal with, the look on her face when she grew silent (a stolen glance on his part), one reminiscent of the one he no doubt wore earlier. There was no telling what had caused that look to take over her features, she was just a stranger on the street who needed his help, but he felt in those moments as he avoided looking back unnecessarily that they had something in common. Like she knew how it felt to be dragged down by the weight of a terrible loss, the debilitating sadness of knowing someone so entirely important was gone. He could see it in her eyes, even if she didn’t tell him anything while he practically spouted off his whole life story in not so many words, that she knew his pain. Maybe it wasn’t the same brand, and maybe the emotional strain had taken hold of them in different ways, but Hiro could see that in some way—she knew what he was going through.

His eyes closed as he stopped the mental inventory of the tech around him, for a moment not caring about the battery he needed to make or the weapons he had to create in order for them to survive leaving whenever it was they decided too… For a moment, all that he could bear to give in the presence of someone strange, he let the weight of it come crashing on his shoulders. Hiro was an intensely personal person, getting emotional in front of people especially those he didn’t know well, was not something he did. Instead he let it build inside him, staring with just a tiny ember, but before too long it became a wild explosion he couldn’t quite contain. The figurative glass he had kept everything in would shatter and it would be a dirty mess on the floor for him to clean up, something he wasn’t interested in other people seeing. It showed weakness and vulnerability, something he liked to pretend he wasn’t. But when it boiled down… he was just a pathetic kid with a scraped knee, wanting to look strong and hold back the tears… but ultimately failing. He was a failure. A broken down failure. And only he was privy to that information.

But with the ghosts of the past lingering in his tiny lab, the space small even for his short stature now more crowded than ever, he felt the distraction was enough to warrant a moment. His back was turned to her as he figured she went to work fixing herself up, his hands gripping at his work bench with white knuckles. He had thought being in his lab would make the ghosts go away, the haunting images of Tadashi settle down when he was in a place they both shared. But they were worse. He remembered how Tadashi had spent many a sleepless night helping him with his microbots, how he had always been that bright guiding light urging him forward and cheering him on. He never would have made it through without him, never would have gotten in. But maybe that would have been a good thing. Maybe if he hadn’t gone to that stupid tech fair and presented his stupid microbots Tadashi would still be alive. Maybe he would have been there with him in his lab, helping piece together broken parts to make something new, helping out Violet because that was what he did. But no… it was his fault. He was the reason Tadashi died… the whole reason the fire happened and why Tadashi had been around the symposium to begin with. Callaghan definitely played his role as his brother’s murderer… but ultimately Hiro was just as much to blame.

A fist pounded on his work bench, his frustration having no other escape. But it fizzled quickly when Violet called out to him. He wanted to thrash and throw everything off his bench, to cry and have a tantrum and break things. He wanted to unleash everything, to blow up and not settle down until the anguish in his chest dissipated. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t alone… and there were more pressing matters. So he banished the thoughts away with a rough swallow, the lump in his throat going down with much protest. Letting his mind settle with simple menial tasks like helping move Violet to his computer chair easily distracted him. And maybe… not so much in a manner he intended or even wanted. He wasn’t prepared for the way his blood rushed to his cheeks when her arms encircled around his neck, or the way his heart beat rapidly in his chest, images in his mind of holding her in his arms and cradling her, her head nestling to his chest or in his neck. He could almost feel the soft silky texture of her hair against the skin of his neck, her breath on his skin sending shivers down his spine. It was too much for him to handle, to think about, and it took all of his power to not simply throw her in his chair and run to the opposite side of his lab. He had never had such thoughts enter his mind nor had a reason to even think of something so silly like how soft her skin was or how it would feel against his own. This was new ground he was treading on, new things he was feeling that he never felt before, and he was floundering.

Making sure she was safe and unharmed in his chair, he turned around to give her some space and privacy. If he was feeling so incredibly awkward about the skin she was showing, about how open and vulnerable she looked, he could only imagine how she felt being in that position. Grabbing his own change of clothes and a handful of half finished projects, he moved over to the couch she had been sitting on. Depositing the tech without a second thought, he placed his clothes on the arm of the couch and set to changing into something more comfortable than his super suit. Pulling his own shirt off, wincing and hissing as it brushed against his own set of scratches and cuts, he sighed silently wishing again that Baymax was there… he would be so much help in this instance.

Looking over to Violet as she asked what Baymax was, he shrugged. Guilt for everything he had done and caused was hard enough to deal with, but he couldn’t let it get to him. He couldn’t let that darkness take hold of his heart completely… he had so much more to do before surrendering to that pain. Later, when he was left alone to try and sleep he could give up. He could hide his face in his legs and just let go. But until then, he’d have to be stronger. Wiping his face on his soiled shirt, he tossed it to the couch and reclaimed the clean one, unfolding it as he turned around to face her, careful to keep his eyes low until he knew it was safe to look.

“Baymax is my brother’s invention.” he stated, biting his lip for a moment. He had thought the personal healthcare companion had been a silly idea when he first saw him, but he learned how useful and ingenious it was. “He’s a personal healthcare companion, programmed with over 10000 medical procedures. He’d really come in handy right about now. But I uh… I lost him.” he explained, his voice lowering. More like abandoned him like his other friends. He took the moment of silence to pull his shirt on, tugging the material over his head and smoothing it out. “His battery is probably dead now… I don’t know if I’ll ever find him.”

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Hm? Oh! Hi there! Is everything alright? I know everything around here seems scary, but there's nothing to be scared of! You see, there's this group. Filled with courageous beings. All looking out for you. Me? Oh. Heh. I'm just a nobody. Nothing special. But I'll help you the best I can.
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Keeping her head ducked down low, Lola knew it was better to call him out on what was wrong. It was obvious being back home was troubling him, and having someone who knew nothing about the situation trying to comfort him wasn't going to make matters any easier. She could only imagine how she would have reacted in her own home, which would have more than likely been ransacked by crime before the Darkness came threw and trashed it. There could've been..... remains that she didn't want to think about. Couldn't think about without her stomach doing somersaults in it's resting place and threatening to release what little bit of food she'd been able to manage in her time over here. No. Asking Hiro what was wrong was stupid, and could only make things worse for the both of them.

Staring idly down at the bottle of antiseptic in her hand, she couldn't bring herself to start cleaning the wounds that littered her body. Her mind was trying to piece together so many things. Attempting to figure out how they were going to get back to the Fortress at least. How long the Portal was going to be closed, or if it would even open again. Would she get to see Eila and Thomas again? Would their child grow up not knowing the full, rich history of his parents? Without an awesome adopted Aunt to spoil him and teach him the proper comics to read and superheros to idolize? And what about the right generation of video games? With a heavy sigh, she sat the bottle down and held her head in her hands squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn't think about that. If she allowed her mind to stay on that track she would only end up crying, and she was certain Hiro wouldn't know how to handle that.

The sound of the couch cushions wheezing in protest at the weight that was being put on them, Lola silently turned her head to look at how he was doing, only to quickly turn her head again, hand coming to cover part of her burning face. He was sitting shirtless on the couch, and even though it wouldn't be her first time seeing a topless male, she couldn't help the sudden rush of excitement she felt. Mentally she scolded herself, knowing that this, of all times, was not the time to be thinking like that. Distraction or not, she couldn't let hormones think for her. Shaking her head, she quickly reached for the cotton balls and the bottle, drowning the small ball in medicine and hissing hard as she pressed it against the still open cut on her arm. That's what you get, Stupid Girl.

Scrubbing at the wound with more force than necessary, she lifted her head as he mentioned Baymax, and without thinking questioned who, or what, Baymax was. Turning the cotton ball to a clean side, she continued to scrub at the wound, only pausing when he mentioned it was his brother's invention. Breathing seemed to be hard as she immediately felt guilty for dredging up his past. "O-oh... I-I'm so-" but as he continued, she pursed her lips.

Her eyes widened at his answer, her mouth hanging open a little. Over 10,000 medical procedures? Just what were these two boys? Super geniuses? Maybe he insulted him by calling him Tony, because she was positive even Tony wouldn't have thought of that. "That-that's incredible!," she exclaimed as she turned in the chair, damp cotton ball completely missing it's mark as she watched him with interested eyes. Though that feeling was completely shot down at the saddened look upon Hiro's face. God damn it Violet, stop making things worse for him. "I'm sorry.... I-I wasn't trying to bring up anything painful." Lowering her head, she pulled herself back to facing the table, head turned just enough to see the gash on her arm well enough to clean it. She should have just shut up and cleaned her wounds in piece. Should have left Hiro to work on whatever it was he was working on, and it wouldn't have turned so awkward. But noooooooo. She had to open her mouth and rub metaphorical salt into his obviously still fresh wounds.

Sighing once again, she placed the now pink cotton ball on the work bench before working on soaking another one, going back to the same cut before working around for others that needed attention.



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