Hi everyone, I'm back again.

Should I be working on Three Seconds Longer? Yes, yes I should. However, I've had this idea stewing in my head for a very, very long time, and I just couldn't help myself. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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It was Hiro's second day of college.

His first day had gone without a hitch. Most of his teachers understood the reason behind his long absence and happily supplied him with the necessary makeup coursework, which to his joy was-at least, to him-relatively easy. He'd have it all done by the end of the week, tops.

The other students were surprisingly accepting, too. When Hiro walked into his first classroom, he expected the usual whispers and giggles and maybe some cooing from the female students-instead, hardly even anyone batted an eye. A few even recognized him from the Expo and asked him for help with designing their semester projects, which were so much more marvelously complex than anything Hiro had seen before, even in the botfighting rings.

But perhaps best of all, Baymax was still here.

He had found the green data chip clenched in the rocket fist while he was moving into his personal lab. Further rifling around his bedroom later that day recovered Tadashi's old notebooks, containing every blueprint, note, and schematic for the inflatable nursebot.

He could rebuild Baymax. Sure, it would be complicated, but he could do it. He had to.

There was a loud bang as the doors to his lab were unceremoniously thrown open. "Alright, this is the last one," Gogo announced, setting down the box next to the others and dusting off her hands. "Tadashi sure kept a lot of journals, didn't he?"

Hiro let out a wistful sigh. "Yeah," he muttered, drawing his fingers across the top of the box. "I always told him he should've gotten a tablet…"

"Hey." Gogo set a firm hand on his shoulder. "You gonna be alright?"

Hiro blinked up at Gogo, quickly shaking himself out of his reverie. "Y-Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

Gogo regarded him skeptically for a moment. "Well," she said at last, "just give us a call if you need us."

"I will," Hiro replied. "Thanks, Gogo."

"No problem." A playful smile pulled at the edge of her lips, and she reached over to ruffle his hair. "Now don't stay up too late, knucklehead."

"Agh, hey!" Laughing, Hiro swatted her hand away, trying (and failing) to make his hair lie flat again. "I won't, I won't!"

"Good." Gogo chuckled, popping her gum. "See you later, kid."

Hiro watched her leave with a smile before turning back to the mass of boxes scattered around his lab. While he had unpacked most of his stuff yesterday, today they had brought in all of Tadashi's old supplies to help him rebuild Baymax. Thankfully, all of the nursebot's coding was still intact on the green chip; all Hiro had to do was recreate Baymax's huggable design.

He had just begun poring over some of his brother's earliest design concepts when he heard the door to his lab open again. "Gogo," he said, spinning his chair around, "I told you, I'll be-"

Hiro stopped short. The man in the suit standing in his lab was definitely not Gogo.

"Mr. Hiro Hamada, I presume?"

The man stepped forward, his large forehead almost gleaming under the lab's fluorescent lights. His graying brown hair was slicked precisely back, and a crisp manila folder was tucked beneath his arm. Hiro could only nod his head warily in response.

"I am Agent Phil Coulson, of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"Wow," Hiro remarked before he could stop himself. "That's a mouthful."

"We generally just go by SHIELD," Coulson conceded with a shrug. His expression grew serious again. "You were the leader of the team that stopped the incident at Krei Tech a few days ago, correct?"

Hiro's eyes grew wide. "What - how did you know that?!"

"Facial recognition software," Coulson answered easily. He began to flick casually through the contents of the folder. "That was some impressive work that day. We've never seen anything like it, especially not from someone of your age."

Hiro blinked in confusion, eyes flicking nervously between the man and the folder. "What's your point, sir?" he asked.

Coulson took a breath, carefully setting the folder down on Hiro's desk. "We would like you and your team to join the Avengers Initiative."

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Sorry it's short; it's a prologue and well, I'm just testing the waters with this fic. We'll see how well this turns out. Hope you enjoyed! Please review if you can!