It's the year 3099. The superhero team known as the Big Hero 6 (aka: the new Avengers) had passed away long ago. Well, except for one.

His name was Baymax, and he was the Last Avenger, as people called him. He now lived in a museum that was dedicated to the Big Hero 6. Why was he in such a museum? Because Hiro gave a final command with his dying breath. "Tell our tale," he ordered. "Make sure our names live on in history."

That was such a long time ago. Decades passed since then. Now here he was, telling the tale to many visitors.

One day, he received a rather strange visitor. It was a ten-year-old girl. She was wearing a purple hoodie (with the hood up), a denim skirt, white leggings, and pink sneakers. She was with her three friends: one was another ten-year-old girl and two were ten-year-old boys.

Baymax said his usual greeting. "H-H-H-Hello. I-I am Baymax," he said with a wave. He was getting old, but he continued to live despite the malfunctions he was getting due to age. After all, he had a legacy to maintain.

"We know who you are, Baymax," the hoodie-wearing girl said.

"You do?" Baymax asked.

"Well duh," the second girl said. Baymax noticed she looked rather familiar...

"So what brings you four to this museum?" Baymax asked.

"We want to know if what are parents said about you was true," the hoodie-wearing girl said. "Were you actually part of the Big Hero 6?"

"Yes," Baymax answered. "Would you like to hear the story?"

"Yeah!" one of the boys cheered. "Story time!"

"Guys, are you sure we should be here?" the second boy asked. "Our teacher is probably wondering where we are."

"Teacher?" Baymax asked. "Does this mean you are on a field trip?"

"Technically we are," the hoodie-wearing girl explained. "But I really want to hear about it from you. Someone my ancestors knew."

"Tell me, young girl," Baymax said. "Who are your ancestors?"

The girl responded by lowering her hood, revealing long blonde hair that reached the floor. Baymax also noticed she had hazel eyes. "Why don't you scan us to find out?" she asked.

"Very well," Baymax said. "I will scan you now." A few seconds later, Baymax didn't respond. If he was programmed with emotions, he would be crying.

"You are Punzie Stark," Baymax told the blonde girl. "The great-great-great-great granddaughter of Hiro and Aiko Stark." He looked at her friends. No wonder they looked familiar! "And your friends are Gisele Hamada, the great-great-great-great granddaughter of Tadashi and Leiko Hamada, Richard, the great-great-great-great grandson of Wasabi, and Kameron Gallows, the great-great-great-great grandson of Fred Gallows."

"You see, Baymax?" Punzie asked. "Even after all these years, our families are still connected. It's all because of you."

"It is?" Baymax asked.

"We want to know if what our parents said was true," Gisele said.

"So what do you say?" Kameron asked. "Can you tell us the story?"

"V-Very well," Baymax said. "It all began when Hiro Hamada, who was fourteen years old at the time, participated in an illegal bot fight match against a man named Mr. Yama..."

The End