Location: Unknown

A large projector lights up a screen and shows the latest breaking news story.
"In the past week, four individuals have been reported to be missing. Today, a fifth has been added to the list. Jake Hanson, age 32. He was reported to be last seen heading home after a staff promotion party. Police are currently investigating these disappearances and seem to have no lead. Could these be random kidnappings?
That's what Officer Porter believes."
The screen then changes to a different location, showing said officer being interviewed.
"None of the victims show to have any connection with each other. So it's highly possible it is random."
It then changes back to the news anchor.
"If you have any information of the missing individuals please contact the numbers on the screen." An image containing the names and faces of the missing victims appear and directly below are the several numbers needed for contact.
"That is all. Good evening."

The projector is then turned off.

"There is a link between all these people." An old man in a black suit said. "All happen to be supers."

"So someone is kidnapping supers?" Someone questioned.

"Exactly. This person or these people seem to know what they're doing. They've managed to capture people with the abilities of speed, mind reading, teleportation, strength, and fire manipulation."

"What do you think they have against supers?" Another man asked.

The room seemed to be a sort of conference room and many government agents from the NSA were seated alongside the long table. Rick Diker being up the front.

Rick faced towards the one who spoke. "Do you recall the lawsuits against supers seventeen years ago?" He raised an eyebrow. "It caused many citizens to turn against supers for the damages they caused. There's a chance our suspect may had come from that era. Or maybe someone has a personal vendetta. We can't say for sure. But right now, our main priority is to keep our current existing supers safe."

"But we have many listed in our system and there could be more we don't know about. How can we possibly keep them all safe?" A female asked.

"Many of the older supers in our system have had training and have control of their abilities. They may be harder targets for the perpetrator. So I say we take in the younger generation of supers. Those whose powers may have only begun to manifest and had no preparation for them. We have a facility available. They'll be safe and will be able to train with no trouble whatsoever."

All present seemed to agree with this idea. A school for supers, maybe even have experienced supers teach. They'd be able to keep an eye on many supers at once.

"Alright." Diker said. "You'll receive your assignments soon. For now, go rest." He concluded.

And with that, everyone departed the room and headed to wherever they planned on heading.

"Sir?" A young woman stopped Rick. "We'll be bringing in children?"

"That's the idea." Diker nodded.

"I don't understand why exactly?"

"Younger supers or those whose powers have only begun to manifest are more unstable. They're more likely to overload with it. And many of the younger one's never had much field training, as our super program was shut down years ago due to the lawsuits."

"Ahh." The woman nodded understandingly.

"Is that all Agent .S?" Diker asked.

"Hmm...oh yes. Thank you." She gave a nod and headed out.

Location: Todayland, Robinson Residence

In a split second the house had blacked out. One of Cornelius' inventions seemed to have had required too much power to start it.

Wilbur had headed to the basement searching for the fusebox to start the systems back up again. If he didn't get it back up soon, someone in the household would lose it. He'd bet uncle Joe. The guy was in the middle of his workout sessions on TV and he had mental breakdowns if he didn't get what he wanted.

"There you are." He said to himself as he flashed a blue light towards the box. He opened it and started by flicking all the switches. Nothing happened.
"Guess dad over-overloaded it...again." He rolled his eyes. No biggie. Wilbur simply brought his hand up to the panel and released a small, but strong, wave of electricity. That seemed to do the trick. Once the lights were back on, everything running properly again and he could hear the cheers of his family, Wilbur pulled his hand back and have it a light shake. His light source from earlier, had also disintegrated. His other hand being the source of it. All the system needed was a bit of a kickstart. He then closed up the panel and headed back upstairs.

Once upstairs his grandfather bumped into him.

"Woah, grandpa." He held his hands up. "I'm still a little electrified. You may wanna be careful." He warned. It took a fair amount of time for his powers to settle down after use. Usually it was only a minute, but depending on how much he used, it could depend.

"Sorry Wilbur." He said. "You haven't seen my teeth have ya?" He asked his grandson.

"Didn't you have them before the blackout?" Wilbur asked.

"I did. But during all that commotion I've seem to have misplaced them." Bud admitted sheepishly.

"I haven't seen them." Wilbur shrugged. "I went straight to the basement when the light's went out. Maybe mom's singing frogs took them again? I mean, they always do."

"Of course." Bud face palmed and began heading down the hall.

"Uhm, grandpa? Music room is that way." He pointed behind himself using his thumb.

"Oh. Right." He face palmed again and this time went in the correct direction.

Grandpa Bud. His tender age made his sense of direction terrible. The sixteen year old headed to his father's lab, curious to see what was the cause of their blackout.

As usual, his father was tinkering away with some device. His mind only taking in the invention in front of him and being oblivious to everything else.

"So?" Wilbur suddenly said, startling his old man. "What's this doohickey? Must require a lot of power if it causes blackouts every time it's powered up."

"Wilbur?" Cornelius blinked, getting over his scare. "It's suppose to be a holographic viewing device. It surrounds you in the highest definition of the program you're watching, with full surround sound and 3D. It'll be like you're in your favourite show." He described.

"Cool." Wilbur simply stated.

"Problem is, I can't get it to power up without short circuiting everything else."

"Maybe I could lend a hand?"

Cornelius looked up startled. "I don't want to take advantage of your abilities and I'll figure out an alternative energy source."

"Come on, dad. Just to see if it works and its no big deal. You can't really take advantage of me if I'm offering myself." He pointed out.

Before Cornelius could protest, Wilbur had already sent bolts of electricity onto the machine. The device really did require a lot of power. He was almost exhausted when he pulled back. The machine was starting and he had to rub his eyes to keep them open.

"I wish you wouldn't push yourself like that." Cornelius stated in worry as he held his son up straight.

"I got it working, didn't I?" He said lightheartedly. "And I'll be back to normal after I get some rest."

"It won't change the fact that I worry about you." Cornelius said, earning a smirk from his only son.

The device then projected a light that seemed to shoot up to the ceiling, it then expanded and surrounded the room, entrapping father and son in some kind of dome.

The selected program seemed to be a news report. To Wilbur, it was like he was in a newsroom.

"I think this was totally worth it."

To Cornelius' surprise, Wilbur seemed to have had regained some energy and began inspecting around. He waved his hand over the news anchor and it only phased through, distorting the image while his hand passed. It then reassembled as if untouched.

The news report seemed to be of the people who had gone missing in the past week.

"What do you think happened to them?" Wilbur asked as he backed towards his dad.

"I don't know son. But lets hope none of us in the family go missing." He held onto his shoulder and then turned off the machine.

"This'll probably be your next big thing." Wilbur announced as he left the room.

Cornelius only shook his head and silently chuckled.

Location: Silverlake, Forrester Residence

She was currently sunbathing in the beaches of Hawaii. It did feel nice to relax after her exhausting day. At school, the school paper had to take coverage on their team's football game. Their team heading to the championship. Then, she also had her job at the animal shelter, one of the cats there had given birth to kittens and so heaps of people wanted to adopt a newborn kitten. And since her mom was working late, she needed to prepare dinner.

"Hope mom doesn't mind stir fry tonight." She thought to herself.

Penny sure felt this rest was well-deserved. She could hear Bolt and Mittens running around in the sun and Rhino eating away at some fries. Her earphones were currently in to block out any distractions. It didn't seem to work though as she was able to hear her mother come in and call her.

The teen got up and the beach scenery disappeared and morphed back into her room. Her pets seemed to look a little down, but went back to doing whatever.

"Don't worry guys. We'll be back at the beaches soon." She smiled.

Penny came to see her mother setting up the table.

"I see stir fry is on tonight's menu." Her mother smiled.

"We haven't had it for a while and so I thought why not?"

"Sorry I had you make dinner again tonight. Things at the agency are just so busy."

Her mother worked at the real estate agency. There was a lot of land in this part of LA and many people wanted to get it all before anyone else.

"It's fine, mom. Work is work." She said and placed the food on the table.

The money she earned from acting had given them enough to make it through and most of it was kept away for emergencies. Like late bills and such. But that money was almost out and so her mom had to take longer shifts and Penny took a job herself to make due. Her mother usually worked to pay the bills and Penny worked to supply their necessities. And there were advantages to working at the animal shelter. She could get pet supplies for free or at a discount. It saved money and made it easy for keeping three different types of pets.

Speaking of which, the three animals arrived to receive their own meals. Elise insisted she do it and opened up the canned foods for Bolt and Mittens and gave some sunflower seeds to Rhino.

"Now. Tell me about school today." Her mother asked.

"Same old same old." Penny stated. "The team won today so that means major headlines."

"So you took many photos." Elise smirked.

"Tonnes. I had to practically send two separate files to Ally because it was that large." She exaggerated.

Elise chuckled at her daughter's enthusiasm. Penny knew how to make things overdramatic. She did still enjoy acting. She may not do it on television anymore, but she still had interest in the art. Usually doing school plays from time to time.

"So how should we eat tonight?" Penny asked, changing the scene around her to a fancy restaurant. "Maybe somewhere exotic? Like India?" She suggested, changing the scene once again to night among one of the rooftops in the villages.

Elise chuckled. "I want to have dinner at home for once." She said.

Penny blinked. "Okay." She then let the scene disperse and they were back in their dining room.

It worried her that her daughter preferred fantasy over the real world. But after being in an illusion for so long, maybe she just couldn't tell the difference anymore.

"Any news on Pam?" She asked, taking Elise from her thoughts.

The woman shook her head. "No."

At the start of the week, her co-worker had disappeared. It wouldn't make sense why she suddenly disappeared. The woman always got her work done, in record time too, and had no personal vendetta against anyone. She was open about everything.

"I'm sure something will pop up. Something always does." Penny said, playing away with her food.

"I sure hope so." Elise nodded and went back to her food.

Location: Metroville, Parr Residence

"They took another one." Bob informed his wife as he walked through the door. Closing it behind him, then taking a seat at the dinner table.

"Who went missing this time?" Helen asked as worry plastered her face.

"Hanson." He simply said.

They weren't that close to the man, but they had several run ins with him in the past. Bob had been his mentor back in the glory days. The kid had strength of his own and Bob taught him how to control it.

"The NSA must be doing something about this?"

"I think they are Bob. But maybe it's like the police. They don't have any leads on what happen. I'm sure they are doing whatever they can."

A loud bang interrupted the two adults and they were soon followed by the wails of children.

"I guess the boys are playing rough again." Bob chuckled and got up, heading to stop their ruckus.

"If someone is behind this, you don't think they'll go after the kids?" Helen worried.

"I'd die before I let anyone touch this family." He stated and hugged her to ease his wife's worries. "Now. I have to stop a speedster and a flamethrower before they bring down the house." He said to lighten the mood. It seemed to work as Helen brought up a smile.

When Bob found them in the living room, he was amused by the sight he found. The two boys were arguing, but couldn't touch each other. Seems Violet had stopped them by holding them up in separate force fields.

"Vi! Put us down!" Dash yelled.

"Not until both of you promise to stop fighting." The girl smirked.

"But Vi, Dash started it." Jack Jack pouted.

"And I'm trying to end it. So until you promise you're not going to fight anymore, I'm keeping you trapped."

Both boys seemed hesitant but after a moment they let up.

"Fine. We'll stop fighting...for now." Dash bargained..

Violet thought about the deal and decided to go with it. "If that's the best I'm gonna get from you two, okay." She then released her hold and let her brother's plunge to the ground, being a little easier with Jack Jack since he was still three.

"You did that on purpose." Dash rubbed his hand and frowned at his sister.

"Maybe next time you shouldn't pick fights with your siblings and you won't end up being on the wrong side of the forcefield." Violet joked.

Dash stuck his tongue out immaturely and headed to his room. Jack Jack being in pursuit, as the two shared a room.

"Good thing you got to them before I had to tear them apart." Bob chuckled.

"I just wanted peace and quiet. Plus, I'd rather not move again."

"You and me both kiddo." Bob smiled.

Violet smiled back. "I got some homework to do." She told him and then went down the hall heading to her own room.

Once she was finally in the sanctuary of her own room, Violet turned on her music and threw her headphones on. They blocked out noise better than earphones. She jotted down notes in her notebook, finishing off tomorrow's due work. Once she had finished, Violet tapped her pen and she wondered.
She held the pen in front of her and focused on to it. It only partially became invisible. Different sections becoming transparent. When she felt a headache coming, she gave up. Dropping it and feeling a little exhausted.

"Almost had it that time." She said.

She knew she could do it and she knew it was going to take a lot of work. Making herself invisible was easy, but other objects, even people, it required a lot more effort. She knew it was possible. She had just managed to make an object partially invisible. With more practice, one day it'll be completely invisible.

Location: San Fransokyo, Lucky Cat Cafe

Sliding across the garage in his chair, Hiro worked on fixing his gear. Their last battle was with some thugs and they were quite rough. He was lucky to not have any visible bruises. Aunt Cass would freak as she didn't know about his secret double life. He needed to fix both his shoulder pads and one of his magnetic shoes.
Hiro took out the electro magnet from the shoe and examined it before placing it on the table.

It was clearly damaged and wouldn't hold a strong enough magnetic charge to keep his left foot on Baymax when he flew around on him.

"Okay, magnets where are you?" He said to himself, looking around the garage. He should really clean up in here. You'd think a kid who remembered practically everything he read would know where he left electromagnets. But he was always thinking about other things that other thoughts would just slip his mind.

"Come on." He mumbled. Hiro stopped when he heard something trying to go through something. A light tapping, but loud enough to hear. The boy turned around and saw that the sound was coming from one of the drawers. It was shaking, as whatever was inside was trying to escape. He still had the thought of the electromagnet on his mind, but the more the drawer moved, he began to forget about and the less he thought about it, the less the drawer moved. When Hiro finally got to it, the sound had stopped. He still opened it and coincidentally, he found exactly what he was looking for. A small pain pulsed on his temple and he rubbed it to make it better.

"Weird." He said.

That had been happening a lot recently. Whenever he needed something, it would just appear. Just yesterday he needed his screwdriver and sure enough, he found it rolling around under his bed. Even the minor headaches came during these events. But as always, he just excused it a nothing serious. As long as he got what needed to be done, he was good.
Hiro looked up to the ceiling when he heard the phone ring. It stopped and it meant his aunt had already answered. The teen looked at the time and saw it was getting late. Time to head up before Cass snaps at him again.

Upstairs, Cass sighed when she heard someone might come for her nephew. They were the same people who had taken both him and Tadashi to her all those years ago.

Thirteen years ago she had been tasked to watch over him after her brother and his wife died. They informed her that he may show signs of having certain skills. She didn't understand what they had meant, but told her if she saw anything out of the ordinary to do with Hiro, that she contact them.
So far nothing out of the ordinary came up. Despite the crazy stuff Hiro got into, she wouldn't say it was strange. More like a teenager figuring out his place in the world.
But the phone call. It worried her. Were they going to take her nephew away? He was like a son to her and the only family she had left. They just couldn't. Cass heard the other end hung up, but held onto the phone just a little longer, before placing it back in the holder.
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and saw it was just Hiro.

"You okay there, aunt Cass?" He asked noticing she seemed off.

"Oh no. I'm fine." She assured, bringing up a smile.

"Who was that?"

"No one important. Just some guy who got the wrong number." Cass lied. What was she suppose to tell him? Some guy was asking about her nephew and could take him away from her?

"Hiro?" She called.

Her nephew was midway up to his room when she did. He stopped and faced his aunt.

"You haven't been doing anything out of the ordinary have you?" She asked.

Hiro's eyes widened. Did she know about his crime fighting activities? She was going to give him a lecture for sure. Maybe he should play dumb first. Just to make sure.

"No. W-why would you ask that?" He said hesitantly.

The woman raised her eyebrow. "No reason." She shook her head. "Just thought it'd be a good conversation starter."

Hiro looked at her confused. "Okay." Guess he wasn't the only one who seemed to be hiding something from their family. He had a feeling Cass knew something he didn't.

"Well, good night, aunt Cass." He said and then went upstairs.

"Night." She said in response.

AN: To clear things up. This is somewhat AU. I know the others don't have powers, but to keep them in line with the original films, I chose powers that work. I'll explain them later on, this is just an intro chapter. And I wasn't sure what to call Penny's mom, so I went with the first name that fits. Hope that's okay.

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