Avengers: Son of Ultron
I own the new robot; I will reveal his name soon ;)

Wanda was chosen to represent the Avengers at a convention that was being held in the middle of the city. She was happy to represent them…after all, they did save the world. She almost ran into a few people as she gathered her items and ran into the convention hall!
“I better hurry or I’ll be late!” She whispered as she ran into the hall and tried to find where she needed to be. She ran to get a closer look at them but the minute she got close enough, the people pushed her back.
“Get back! These are our seats!”
“I just want to see where I need to be!” She replied. It was obvious they didn’t recognize her.
“Move over!” They hissed. Wanda angrily walked away, when she stumbled and she suddenly went hurling down a tunnel; a tunnel that was hidden by some old boards and rubble. The convention hall was not as kept up as it should have been since it was in an old and run down town in the middle of nowhere.
She screamed as she fell down the hole and tumbled down the paths and hit the bottom with a thud. She had a few bruises and a few bumps but she was alright for now.
“W-Where am I?” She asked as she looked around and tried to find a way out. She was underground and she needed to find a way out soon, for breathing purposes! She then looked around on the ground and she saw a large amount of broken up robots. She then saw the remains of one tall and intimidating robot leaning against the wall; he was deactivated but he was still creepy: it was Ultron himself!
“That monster…he was nothing but a monster.” She growled.
“He did have a different frame of mind didn’t he?” A voice responded. Wanda froze in her tracks and slowly turned around. She was then face to face with a large and dark steel looking robot; he was very similar looking to Ultron but he had yellow eyes instead of red and he was a darker color steel rather than the light steel of his predecessor.
Wanda screamed as she took off running. The robot took off after her in quick steps. “Ultron! Go away you monster!” She screamed.
“I am not a monster.” He responded as he continued to race after her. She used her powers to create barriers and weapons, but he only jumped over them and continued to pursue her. Wanda was almost to a place where she could see light, but what she didn’t see was a pole slightly hanging from the low ceiling. When she ran past, she banged her head and before she knew it she was out cold.

One hour later…
“Wanda? Wanda can you hear me,” A gentle voice asked. Wanda looked up and saw Bruce Banner looking at her gently.
“What happened?” Wanda said, looking around frantically. She noticed she was still in the dark and dank place that she was before.
“Calm down…I found you in here. Good thing I followed your footprints. Let’s get out of here.” Bruce said, now gently helping her stand and leading her away from that place. Wanda was still frantic, she was so shocked that she could barely speak.
“B-Bruce! He’s back!”
“Who's back?” Bruce asked, supporting her on his shoulder.
“Ultron. He’s back!” Wanda said angrily.
“He can’t be Wanda! Vision already destroyed the last of him and his robots.”
“He didn’t…there is something else that is happening. He didn’t look exactly like Ultron, but he looked enough like him!”
“Calm down, you need rest,” Bruce responded, now looking at the young girl in concern. He was thinking that that bang on the head may have done some damage. But what he didn’t see were a pair of yellow eyes watching from the top of the ceiling.

What do you think? I can’t wait to begin this with you. :)

Cute. I'm glad Baymax was there for Hiro during this difficult time.

*sigh* this was so sweet, can't imagine what it would be like to lose someone so close to u...
But at least Hiro has Baymax 3 always there for him

*gets teary-eyed *

Aww! This so so cute! I looked into your profile and saw you have written 600 stories. How the hack did you do that!

Aww! That's sweet! Good job!

This is cute. I like the moment between Baymax and Hiro. Sweet fluff.

This one made my cry. It really bring the. Feelings to the foreground of what loss does to some one.