It was a normal day in the city of San Fransokyo. Rain was pouring down from the sky and pattering onto the ground, though it didn't look like it was going to lighten up anytime soon. The sun was obscured by the grey clouds that filled the sky. Inside of one room of a decent sized home, a teenager slumbered in his bed. He was in a red long sleeved shirt, and his black hair was a mess, but that was his normal look. He didn't care much for his hair, usually just leaving it. However he would be when he awoke. He was Hiro Hamada, the formerly youngest person in his family, though he had lost his parents when he was very young and his older brother only last year. It was quite a hard time for him, though Hiro had gotten through it all, thanks to his friends, though a lot had occurred for them all over the year. The biggest change of all, though, was that he and his friends had become a secretive group of heroes to protect San Fransokyo and help its inhabitants.

Hiro was awoken by the sound of his alarm clock. He groaned reaching over and turning it off, his bed was a mess.

"Good morning, Hiro," he heard. He sat up, setting sight on a soft, tall white robot who was a little on the big side. He was Baymax, a robot designed by Hiro's older brother to be a medical aid. His soft appearance was more comforting around others. Hiro had upgraded Baymax, as well, though that was mostly through an extra chip installed. He kind of considered the robot to be the glorified leader. Hiro upgraded him a lot, but all he really could do was build and repair damages to his friends' suits. He did consider Baymax like a big brother in place of the late Tadashi, and he rarely deactivated him as such.

"Oh, morning, Baymax," Hiro greeted while getting out of bed, beginning to get ready for the day. He was out of school for the next month as a break.

"You appear to be tired, still. Did you not get the required amount of sleep?" Baymax questioned after scanning without permission, though he scanned fast and usually reached a diagnosis just as quickly. Hiro got a small smile.

"Yeah, I was up late working on something. C'mon, I'll show you," the teenager insisted, grabbing the big robot by the hand and leading him downstairs through the cafe that Hiro's aunt ran. She was clearly busy today, judging by how many customers were inside. He didn't want to disturb her right now while working. The two headed straight to his garage. It was full of various machines and equipment that Hiro used a lot. It made sense to build in the same place where his tools were, mostly since Aunt Cass wasn't too happy with the damage a built project gone wrong caused. Damage to the home that was ages ago, however.

"You remember what I said the other day, right?" he asked while taking a seat in front of his computer, beginning to type away while pulling up various schematics and blueprints. Baymax nodded.

"You said that you were making something that would be 'the bomb', though I am highly concerned with you creating explosives," Baymax spoke. Hiro shook his head, aware that the robot sometimes needed reminders to phrases.

"It's a metaphor. Look, I've been feeling kind of… well, worthless lately," Hiro started, sliding out of the chair and going over to a hidden frame of the garage, sliding it aside. Within it was a bulky big set of red armour that belonged to Baymax and a small purple set of armour that was the young boy's. It didn't house any special qualities, however. He grabbed the purple helmet and brought it over to his table.

"Do you wish for me to scan you?" the puffy robot asked. Hiro shook his head, though it didn't take a scan to realize he was not in the cheeriest of moods.

"N-no. I know I'm not worth much beyond quick thinking, so I figured I needed to upgrade my suit. Nothing special, though basically I made it so it's able to take a lot of damage," Hiro explained. He just made his armour some modifications to make it stronger. That way he could play distraction if it was required.

"I have some concerns with this," Baymax said, worried for him. The teenager understood the robot's fears, though he wondered if Baymax did have fears. He seemed very perceptive and adapting to scenarios with a growing vocabulary and intelligence.

"Don't worry, Baymax. I don't want to get hurt. I just want to be prepared. Why don't we call the others to test it?" he requested, wanting to contact the others if he could. He didn't want to rip them away from their own hobbies and activities unless it was an emergency.

"I will contact them," Baymax agreed, his stomach lighting up a small screen, indicating numbers of friends with small pictures of their faces in a branch. After a brief moment, the screen vanished.

"Our friends have been contacted," he stated. Hiro smirked while getting his helmet on his head, wanting to get ready for when the others got here, if they had the time for it.

"Great! Come on, let's get ready!"

Authors note: Hi, I hope you all enjoy this fic thus far. I don't know whether to continue it or not, either way take care.