#au creation is fun i miss doin it.......

[lagomorphics]

getting haunted by an au idea Ya im normal (walks into the ocean)

[somedayonbroadway]

hey! I love the BH6 au so much!! is there any way you could write the scene where crutchie finds out that jack built baymax for him??

Hey! Yes absolutely! So glad you asked! This is one of my favorite rps!

This is just a quick draft! I hope you like it! It takes place just after the battle on the island!

“Your blood pressure is elevated. You are distressed.”

“I’m fine,” Crutchie hissed, typing frantically at the keys of his computer. He grabbed at Baymax’s helmet, rushing over to put it back on the robot. “There. Is it working now?”

“My sensor is operational.”

“Good.” The boy was cold. Not only physically. He couldn’t feel anything for a moment. It was like he was going numb. He reached forward towards Baymax’s access port. He tapped on it, expecting him to open.

It didn’t.

“What?” he mumbled, tapping harder on the thing.

It still wouldn’t open.

“Are you going to remove my healthcare chip?”

Still not letting up, Charlie reached to click off the robot’s armor and practically pounded on him. “Yes!” he confirmed, not about to lie to the thing. He didn’t know why. It felt wrong.

Everything felt wrong.

“Is this what Jack would’ve wanted?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“No, Baymax… it ain’t what Jack woulda wanted…” a voice spoke up from behind the boy. Charlie whirled around, shock evident on his face. He found Race, leaning up against the side of his open garage, watching him with unshed and a small scowl on his face.

Words didn’t come easily. Charlie froze, just for a moment, when Race looked at him like that. Like Charlie has stolen something from him and then thrown it away. “What are you doin’ here?” he asked, rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand.

A scoff escaped the older boy. “Ya left me n’ your only other friends stranded on an island,” he recalled, shrugging and shaking his head. “Al’s brothers sent a helicopter. We drew straws ta figure out who had ta talk ta you. I lost,” he stated blatantly.

He hadn’t always been this way. At least, not in the short time Crutchie had known him while Jack was alive.

Race had been happy. He’d been fun and kind and so happy.

Not anymore.

Not since…

“We never agreed on hurtin’ no one, Crutch… I know—“

“You don’t know, Race!” Charlie cried, letting the tears fall down his face. “You don’t! That man killed my brother! The only person I had left! You don’t know what that feels like—“

“He was the only person I eva’ had, so don’t you dare tell me that I don’t know what it feels like!” Race shot back, pushing himself from the wall and taking a few meaningful steps forward as his eyes cut through the kid sharply. His voice practically boomed over the rain pouring down outside. And for once Crutchie didn’t know what to say. So he didn’t speak. He just watched the other kid raise up a finger and point directly at him. “You had people. Your parents. Jack. Medda.” Race blinked quick, trying to get control of himself. He couldn’t. “Newsflash kid, some people didn’t have that!”

The younger boy could only scowl, not daring to argue with his friend again after that. The truth was, he didn’t know much about Race at all. Only that he used to be the one standing next to Jack any time he could. Only that Jack often made a point to have him in some kind of subtle hold.

Jack loved touch. He believed it made people feel less alone in the world.

Baymax broke the silence. “Jack programmed me to heal the sick and injured.” And it only fueled the fire burning in Charlie’s chest.

“Jack isn’t here!” he cried, whirling around. He banged on the access port again, ready to turn this harmless, helpful creation into nothing more than a destructive robot.

But Race came up behind him, locking arms around his waist and throwing him to the ground as gently as he could. “You really don’t get it do you?!” he shouted, tears slowly trailing down his cheeks now. Angry, hot tears. “How can someone as smart as you be such a goddamn idiot?!”

“Move, Tony! Get out! This isn’t about you!”

“You’re right, it ain’t!” Tony agreed. “It’s actually about you!” At that, Crutchie paused. It was odd to hear that. And Race knew it. “Yell at me and turn on us all you want! But you can’t take Baymax with ya. He ain’t a killer—“

“He could be—“ Charlie tried to interrupt.

But Race didn’t want to hear it. “Would you stop tryin’ ta run your mouth and think for a second?! He built that thing for you!”

There was nothing anyone could’ve said, no other words in the world that could’ve been spoken in that moment, that made Crutchie feel anymore completely horrid. He froze, the statement hitting him in the gut with a ton of bricks. “Wh… what?”

For a moment, Race just stood there, glaring at him. And then he turned around to the robot behind him. “Baymax… play test entry number thirty-three,” he ordered.

The machine complied. It’s belly flickered you life as Race made his way around to stand behind Charlie who’s eyes widened when he saw the face of his brother smiling back at him.

“I’m Jack Kelly, this is the…” he paused and looked down at the small chart in his hand. He looked exhausted. “Thirty-third test of my robotics project.” He nodded to someone behind what must’ve been Baymax standing in front of him. And then reached closer to the camera to click a button.

Baymax powered up. And for a second, a look a hope filled Jack’s face until the lights shut off and the clear sound of electricity failing was heard.

Someone laughed. It wasn’t Jack.

“Oh, hush, Racer. I’ll have you know that this’s an improvement,” Jack stated as a flashlight clicked on and shone in the camera. And then Jack sighed. “I’m not givin’ up on you,” he muttered, as if he was talking to the robot itself. “People need you…”

Charlie felt his heart lurch. He’d longed to hear those words again, words that Jack had said to him countless times. He curled in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest and sniffling as he heard Race sit down behind him.

He didn’t say anything. He just kept watching.

“Ya know, it ain’t too late ta change projects… you could build those fire gloves for Al,” the person who must’ve been Race joked from off camera.

It sounded different than the Race that Charlie had grown so accustomed to. He sounded bright. Happy. Like he had energy enough to take on the world.

Like the Race he’d only known for such a short while.

Jack shook his head. “God no,” he drawled out dramatically. “No one tell Al that I could actually do that. He’ll burn the building down.”

Crutchie winced.

So did Race.

A slightly younger, smiling Race walking in behind Jack as the lights came back on. “Look, I know you said this was important to you… so I’m fully supportive. But I will say that you promised me pizza two hours ago n’ I’m starvin’,” the boy grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Jack nodded. “Okay, fine. But I ain’t gonna change my mind about this. Baymax is gonna help a lot of people,” he defended, reaching out to wrap Race in a side hug. Race smiled and leaned into him.

Race sniffled and looked anywhere but at that monitor. He missed that touch. He missed that man.

“If you can get him to work,” Race snickered, nudging Jack with his shoulder.

Jack snorted but playfully shoved back, stepping closer to the robot and inspecting it carefully. “Look, I know it ain’t much now… but he’s for my little brother…”

Charlie’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t that he’d expected Race to be lying. Not even that he didn’t trust him. It was just something entirely different to hear those words come from his big brother’s mouth.

“Ever since he was little, he had all these problems… when he was born, the doctors didn’t think he’d make it… n’ now with his leg…” Jack trailed off. He shook his head as Race smiled sadly behind him. “I just wish I could give him the world… but Baymax… Baymax might be able ta help… at least make walking a little easier,” he explained.

Nodding along, Race accepted that. “Baymax’ll be amazing, Jack… but ya gotta take a break n’ eat,” he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Plus… you owe me pizza.”

Jack shoved at the younger boy’s head and smirked before shutting the thing off.

The image froze on his face.

And Charlie could feel something warm in his chest. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He couldn’t help but lean into the older boy. “Jack Kelly was my best friend. And I want to find the masked man as much as you do… but we do this right, okay? Preferably without leavin’ your team stranded on a creepy island,” Race tried to joke. “Deal?”

With a small nod, Crutchie agreed, never taking his eyes off of his brother’s. “Deal…”

“Okay… then let’s get the bastard.”

There you have it! Just a little snippet! Hope you guys all enjoyed it! Thank you so much, @technically-whizzy!

For more of my Big Hero 6 RP, click here and let me know if there are any other scenes you’d love to see!

[moonflower-31]

A Deal Is Made - Sabriel Rapunzel AU

Part 5 

Part 4 

Part 3

Part 2 

Part 1 

Gabriel groaned as he woke from his involuntary nap and shooed away a rat that nipped at his ear.

"Ow! What the hell!?" He complained, before he looked down at his hands, seeing his hands hadn't moved when he'd wanted them to.

"What the hell...is this...hair?" He asks himself, eyeing down the golden brown hair that wrapped around him. The hair had a strand of dark brown, which confused him. Normally, he'd be able to get himself out of this. Easy. But currently, he couldn't snap. He couldn't do his usual gesture. So he didn't feel like it.

"S-struggling is pointless! M-my hair is too tough." He hears. Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused.

"What?" He asks in an airy voice. This was much more confusing than that time his dad decided to put his creation, the platypus, on earth.

A figure jumped down from the rafters of the tower, and stepped into the light. Immediately, Gabriel's cock stood up. What? Can you blame him? This man that walked out of the shadows had hazel green eyes that gleamed in the light, and his chin and jawline was so sharp, Gabriel was sure it could cut anything.

"Who the hell are you? And how did you find this tower?" The man asked, glaring and narrowing his gorgeous eyes at Gabriel.

"Ah ha...." Gabriel gasped, still unable to form words at how beautiful and gorgeous this man was. In all of his eons, this man was the most handsome man he'd encountered. No woman or man compared.

The man growled, pulling out a frying pan and aiming it at Gabriel's head. "Who the fuck are you? And how the hell did you find this tower?" He reiterates, pressing the harsh metal of the pan against Gabriel's nose.

Gabriel still stared at the man, before he moved his head away from the pan. "Listen, Moose," he started.

"Sam." The man corrected. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Moose, I did not know who you were, nor how I came to find this crazy tower, but may I just say..." he starts, looking down before looking back up at him with a smirk.

"Hey there Sugar, how you doin'? My name's Loki." He introduces. "How's your day going?" He asks, looking up at Sam and winking at him, trying to get him flustered. Though he realized very quickly that it wasn't working.

Sam looked at him confused for a moment. Was this flirting? He'd read lines like that, but he didn't understand. He then blinked a few times and shook his head. He looked at Crowley on his shoulder, giving him a questioning look. Crowley punched the palm of his paw, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Alright then... Loki." He tests the name. It felt weird on his tongue. It didn't fit this man at all. "Somehow, you made your way here. I don't care how. Whether it's fate, destiny," he starts, circling the chair, further tying Gabriel into it.

"A horse." Gabriel corrects.

Sam rolled his eyes at Gabriel's interuption. "Somehow, you still made your way here. Does anyone else know where you are?" He asks, wary that someone may come to get this man, and find him.

Gabriel looked up at Sam and rolled his eyes. "Okay look, Rapunzel-Moose, the situation was like this, alright? I was running through the forest, don't ask me why, being chased by a horse, and then I found this place an-" he starts explaining, making different annoyed facial expressions as he did, until he realized something was missing from his person.

"Woah, oh no, tell me where you put that satchel I came with!" Gabriel demands. "That is important stuff!" He insists.

Sam crossed his arms triumphantly. "I put it somewhere in this tower, where you'll never find it." He insists, looking at Gabriel with a confident look.

Gabriel gave Sam a bitchface as he looked around. He saw the edge of the handle hanging from a pot and looked back at Sam. "Its in that pot, isn't it?" Gabriel asked.

Sam's face of confidence faded, and Gabriel soon found himself surrounded by darkness again as Sam hit him over the head with the frying pan again.

Sam sighed, running a hand through the top of his hair. This was exhausting, this 'Loki' was mysterious and obviously full of himself. Did Sam really want him to take him out to see the lights? It was really his only option. And the guy seemed to want the satchel pretty badly, so there was payment.

Sam looked over at Crowley, who scittered across the floor and gestured to the bottom stair. Sam smirked and nodded, rushing over to the pot and taking it out, running back over to the stairs. He heaved and pulled, finally being able to pull the stair off and shove the satchel inside of it before forcing the stair back down.

Sam let out a relieved sigh. Crowley climbed onto Sam's shoulder, gesturing back to Gabriel. Sam nodded but rubbed his face. No books ever explained what to do in this kind of situation.

Sam sighed to himself and turned back to Gabriel, pondering what to do next. Crowley huffed and climbed down, scurrying to Gabriel's shoulder, and nipping his ear again, making him jolt awake.

"Ow! Damn it, would you stop that?" He complains, rubbing his ear against his shoulder, scaring Crowley off to go back to Sam.

"Now, it is hidden, where you will never find it, Loki." Sam says, crossing his arms triumphantly.

Gabriel looks at Sam in disbelief. He really could just turn Sam into a frog if he wanted. And then he can get himself untangled and he'd be free. But he can't leave anyone knowing who he was. That was against the rules of his agreement with Loki. Whether they were partners now or not. A deal was a deal.

"Now what do you want with my hair? Hm? Cut it? Sell it? I'm sure you want something to do with my hair-" he insists, making Gabriel roll his eyes.

"Listen, Samsquatch, I, like any sane human being, do not want anything to do with your crazy long hair." Gabriel insists. "Scratch that, the only thing I want with your hair? Is to get out of it! I'm serious!" Gabriel says, exasperated, gesturing with his hands as much as he could.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at Gabriel in confusion. "So... you don't...want anything to do with my hair?" He asks, still holding the pan close to Gabriel's face.

"Yes! Thank you! Finally!" Gabriel exclaims, almost making the chair fall to the floor. Sam immediately catches it. Putting the chair back on its four legs.

Sam doubted Gabriel's words. Then why was he here? If he didn't want anything to with his hair, then why come into the tower?

"Well you obviously came here for something." He reminds. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"What do you think I wanted with this tower? Huh? I was being chased, for personal reasons, I saw your crazy tall tower, and I climbed it. And you hit me over the head with your crazy frying pan, but thats water under the bridge." He says, exaggerating the last sentence, looking away from Sam.

Sam looked at Crowley, shrugging as he tried to figure out what to do. He turned away from Gabriel, holding the small rat in his hands. "He didn't come for my hair." He says, Crowley started squeaking in response. "He didn't try to hurt me, didn't even put up a fight like father said." He reminds. Crowley rolled his eyes, squeaking again. Sam paired Crowley's eye movement with his own. "Well what choice do I even have?" Sam asks. "My birthday is tomorrow. I need someone to take me now." He says, before sighing, and letting Crowley back onto his shoulder.

Sam put on a fake confident face and started to talk to Gabriel again. "Okay...Loki... here's the deal," he starts, yanking his hair to direct the chair towards where he had his sketchbook.

Unfortunately, Gabriel was not quick enough, and when the chair fell, he did too, flat on his face. He let out a grunt, which went unnoticed by Sam.

Sam flipped open his sketchbook and showed Gabriel the page. "Tomorrow, at..." he ponders. "7 pm sharp, the sky will fill with whatever these are." He says.

Gabriel shifts himself to be able to talk, groaning. "You mean the lantern thing they do for the prince?" He asks, quite annoyed. He really wanted to get out of this situation. Maybe he could flirt his way out. But in a different way.

Sam looks at Gabriel, smiling. "Lanterns... yes, they aren't stars, they just couldn't be..." he says under his breath, before he clears his throat.

"Lanterns, yes, well you, will act as my guide, take me where they launch these lanterns and then you will return me home here safely." He says, making Gabriel give him again another look of disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding me." He says under his breath. If his hands were free, he might've facepalmed.

"Then, and only then," Sam interrupts, glaring at Gabriel for his interruption. "Will I return your satchel to you. Do you except those terms?" He asks, his eyebrows raising just a tad.

Gabriel gave Sam a bitch face and rolled his eyes. "Look... the kingdom and I aren't exactly friends. Not simpatico. Capice?" He asks, grumbling against the floor. "So, unfortunately, I won't be taking you anywhere, princess." He says, heaving the chair to lie flat against the floor.

Sam growled, before yanking his hair to pull Gabriel up and grabbing the edge of the chair.

"Listen here, Loki. I know this tower better than you do. I've lived here for all 21 of my years. You only just got here." He points out, giving Gabriel a scowl. "But I'm sure you'll get used to it, tied up in my hair. But no matter how long to stay here, tied up in my hair, you can try all you want to look for your precious satchel, but without me? You will never find it. Understood?" He snarled.

Gabriel widened his eyes at Sam's reaction, feeling slightly turned on as he watched Sam hold onto the chair. He truly could get himself out of his predicament eventually. But flirting with him was definitely a more fun option.

"Look, I didn't wanna have to do this. But you've left me no choice. Here comes the smolder." He says, looking down for a moment.

Crowley facepalms at Gabriel's attempt, and Sam raised an eyebrow a small bit. Then Gabriel looked back up, smirking at Sam and winking at him. Sam hardened his expression, still confused as to why Gabriel thought this could work.

Gabriel's playful expression fell, and he sighed. "This doesn't usually happen... usually everyone is jumping at the bit to get into my pants." He mumbled. Then he sighed in annoyance. "Fine, you win. I'll take you to see the stupid lanterns." He says, rolling his eyes. It was better than revealing who he was. Besides, he had this attractive man to escort. Maybe on the way Gabriel could convince him to give him back his satchel in return for his... 'services'.

Sam's eyes sparkled and widened, letting go of the chair. "Really! You mean it!!" He exclaimed. Unfortunately, when he let go, Gabriel fell to the floor face first again.  "S-sorry..." he said uneasily.

Gabriel groaned. "You know what? It's fine. Just untie me please!" He complained.

Sam snickered, and lifted Gabriel back up and began to unwravel his hair. He was truly excited, his eyes wide and full of childlike wonder as he began to rant through what he couldn't wait to see about the lights.

Once Gabriel was free, he stood up and covered Sam's mouth. "Why don't we get started on the getting there part, alright Moose?" He settles. Sam chuckled and nodded.

"Right. Yeah, journey before destination..." he trails. Gabriel rolled his eyes and walked over to the window, pulling out his archangel blade and starting to hoist himself down for the second time.

After a good five minutes of Gabriel trying to climb down the tower, he pants, looking up. And still didn't see Sam.

"You coming Sammy?" He called.

Sam leaned over the edge of the window, clutching his hair as he nervously decided whether or not he should even jump.

Sam took a deep breath, hoisted his hair in the hold he had to support his hair when he would bring Azazel up the tower. Then, he looked at Crowley, who tied himself up in Sam's hair, slightly shaking.

Sam laughed to himself softly, before he finally settled on his decision. He was going to do this. No one was going to stop him.

And with one final thought, he took a leap of faith, and slid down his hair.

This was it. This was the start of something extraordinary. He just knew it.

[somedayonbroadway]

hii, if you don’t mind- do you think you could write that one (iconic) car chase for the big hero 6 au? thanks!

One of the best scenes.

Car Chase!

Charlie peaked out from behind the storage unit he cowered behind. He closed his eyes, trying to think.

He knew he’d wanted to find the man in the mask. But he hadn’t truly thought through what he’d do when he accomplished that.

From what he could gather, the man hadn’t seen him yet. That was good. The boy could vaguely hear a voice in his head, telling him to run. It sounded vaguely like Jack’s. Gripping at his chest, Charlie tried to keep his heart from breaking out.

He had to focus on the man. He had to figure out what this man wanted.

This man had started the fire. This man was the reason that Charlie’s only constant in life was dead.

Still unsure of the man’s intentions, the boy turned back to the robot beside him. “Okay, Baymax, time ta use those upgrades!” he encouraged quietly.

The big machine blinked and raised up its arms in a defensive position. And Charlie turned to make his way out to face the man in the mask.

That is, before a blinding light caused a spike of panic to shred through his veins. He covered his eyes, ready for some kind of fight, until he heard the sound of a car door opening.

“Charlie?”

“Oh no…” the kid groaned. Not them. Not this. Not now. “You guys can’t be here! You have to go!”

The four of them stepped out of the car together. “Kid, what are you doing out here?” Spot was at the least, looking down at him with worried eyes. Race stood behind him and Katherine and Albert stood calmly by the car.

“No! Nothin’! I’m not doin’ nothin’! Could ya just-“

It was hard to miss the way Race squinted starts the robot behind him. It was even harder to miss the hurt in his eyes when he realized what it was. “Is that Baymax?” He stepped around Charlie to get a closer look at Jack’s last creation. Charlie watched as he took his hands out of the pockets of his leather jacket. Those blue eyes looked over at him, almost angrily.

Charlie just shook his head. “Yes, but-“

“What did you do to him, Crutch?” the older boy asked, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for some kind of explanation.

But Baymax spoke before Crutchie could come up with any response. “I also know ka-rah-teh,” he stated, moving his arms around in front of himself, as if to prove it.

Squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment and feeling the stress gripping at him, Charlie whirled around, away from the disappointed gaze of Racetrack Higgins. “You guys need to go!”

He found that Katherine was standing right in front of him, leaning down to put a hand on his shoulder and glaring at Race for a moment. When she looked down at him, Charlie sighed. “Don’t push us away, Charlie… we’re here for you… that’s why Baymax called us…”

Charlie went to respond, but was once again cut off. “Those who have suffered a loss, require support from friends and loved ones-“

“Okay, but I-“

“Who would like to share their feelings, first?”

It was almost comical how fast Albert’s hand shut up. “Ooh! I’ll go!” he shouted, stepping even closer to Charlie and smiling around at the group with a wave. He always was the one that made everyone laugh. But the teen was not in the mood. “Hi! My name is Albert and it has been thirty days since my last- holy mother of Megadon!”

A commotion broke out above them. What sounded like a hissing of snakes turned out to be Charlie’s own invention gone mad. A storage unit was lifted from its place on top of another.

And there stood the masked man.

“Am I the only one seeing this?” Albert asked.

Katherine was quick. She grabbed her phone and snapped a picture.

That was when the masked man shook his head, freezing for only a moment, before that large metal container was thrown down at them.

Spot let out a cry and ducked down, waiting for the weight of the thing to crush him. But he gasped when he was able to open his eyes. Turning to his left he found Baymax on his back on the ground, lifting the metal compartment up over their heads. “Oh my God!”

“Spot get outta there!”

Race sounded panicked.

Charlie barely had time to make sure he was still breathing before he was slung over someone’s shoulder. “No!” It was Spot. They were headed back towards the car. “Baymax, get him!”

“Cheese it, kid! We gotta go!”

Spot set Charlie down by the door, expecting him to get in. But the boy had other ideas, moving to run back towards the man, only to be grabbed around the waist and shoved into the backseat and have the door slammed on him. “No! What’re ta doin’?!”

“Savin’ your life!” Race informed from the passenger seat, slamming his own door just as Spot put the car into reverse. “Go, Spot!”

“Baymax can handle that guy!” Charlie tried to defend, only for his statement to be proven wrong a split second later when a loud crash sounded from the top of the car. They all had to duck to avoid the collapsing roof of the cheep car Spot was driving.

Katherine shook her head. “Go!” she demanded, wrapping an arm around the kid and holding him close to her in attempts to stop his fussing.

It wasn’t working.

The car was set in reverse and Spot slammed down on the gas pedal.

Race fished in his pocket for his box of cigs. He lit one quickly, hardly even thinking about it. But Spot reached over to try and snatch it. “No smokin’ in my car!”

The younger boy leaned just out of his reach. “You ain’t tellin’ me not ta smoke right now!” he spat, shoving Spot’s hand away and turning in his seat to face Jack’s little brother. “Charlie! Explanation! Now!” he demanded.

Frantically, Charlie tried to put it all together himself. “Those are my microbots!” he came up with, pointing at the things that were shifting and rushing around the man in the mask who was now following them. “He started the fire! I don’t know who he is!” The microbots came rushing towards them. Charlie looked up quick. “Baymax! Palm heel strike!”

Baymax followed the order, effectively stopping the microbots for a moment and getting the car turned around with one hit.

But that only seemed to enrage the man all the more. He was gaining.

“Turn left!” Race instructed, catching sight of their attacker in the rear view mirror.

Spot shoved at him, but did what he was told.

Albert turned to look out the back window. He watched the man expertly follow them, using the microbots as transportation. They were fast. “That mask… the black suit…” he noted out loud. “We’re under attack from a super villain, people!” he exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward to press his palms up against the window. “I mean… how cool is that! I mean… scary, obviously! But how cool?!”

Race rolled his eyes. And turned back to face out the front window just in time to feel the car speeding to a halt. He gasped. “Why are we stopped?” he asked breathlessly.

“Lights red!” Spot explained, gesturing ahead of them. He looked frantic. And Race took another puff of smoke into his lungs, irritated

“There are no red lights in a car chase!” he screamed.

“There’s cameras! I’ll get a ticket-“

“Is that really your biggest concern right now-“

“Just go!” Katherine yelled from the backseat, watching as the man reached out towards them with the microbots, almost touching them, before the car sped off again.

Trying desperately to keep control of the car on the wet streets, Spot dared to ask the question they were all thinking. Except maybe Albert. “Why is he tryin’ ta kill us?!”

Scoffing a little, Race rolled his eyes. “Oh gee, I don’t know, let’s ask him… um, sir, why’re you tryin’ ta kill us?” he mocked.

Charlie tried to ignore it. Race had been so bitter. Ever since Jack died it was like all the sarcasm and standoffish behavior had taken over his once fun and playful manner.

He couldn’t think about it right now. He could only let Albert lean forward in excitement. “It’s classic supervillain! We’ve seen too much!”

“Are you really putting your blinker on?!”

“I’m indicating my turns! It’s the law! It’s force of habit!” Spot defended, making a sharp right.

But Race wasn’t having it. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” he growled, cracking the window and throwing his cigarette onto the street. Then he was reached to push on the bar beneath Spot’s seat and the older boy went sliding backwards with a shocked cry.

“Race!”

Race slammed down on the gas and glared out at the man who had managed to make his way in front of them. His blue eyes narrowed with determination as he sharply turned right just before the reached him.

Everyone in the backseat screamed.

The young man drove faster than he ever had before, maneuvering the car onto the sidewalk to try to avoid the machinery that had been turned against them. He turned down an alley way and scared some birds and somehow managed to go even faster.

The man found them again, trying to build a wall to make them stop. But Race thought quick. He switched gears and slid sideways into what looked like a sort of ramp that the microbots has created halfway to their goal and let the car jump into the air and onto a bridge behind it.

Charlie ripped himself from Katherine grasp. “Stop the car! Baymax can handle this-“ he tried to say, just before the car door was ripped off by his own invention and he was falling towards the fast moving, solid ground beneath them.

A hand tightened in the back of his sweatshirt. It stopped him just before his skull collided with the street. Before he could speak, he was lifted back into the car, set in the passenger seat and a hand was securing the seatbelt around him. Charlie looked up and gave Baymax a sheepish smile.

“Always buckle up before you begin driving,” the robot encouraged.

No one even flinched.

And Race kept going.

“Race,” Charlie heard Spot warn. He looked up. The train tracks were up ahead. There was a train coming. “Race,” the man wanted again, more urgently. But Race was not listening. “Race!”

They dove over the tracks, colliding with the ground on the other side just as the train took off behind them, almost crushing them. And Race was not phased.

Charlie tried to catch his breath. But he looked over to his right. And there was the man in the mask, staring right back at him.

“Did we lose him?” Katherine asked, gripping at Albert’s arm a little too tightly.

And just as Charlie might have answered, the hiss of his microbots came around them. “Watch out!” Spot warned.

Race tried to turn and avoid them, but they were creating a tunnel around them, attempting to box them in, to crush them. And the tunnel was getting smaller and smaller. “We’re not gonna make it!” Albert cried.

“We’re gonna make it,” Katheine countered, watching Race try desperately to make the car go faster.

It was closing in around them. Katherine and Albert fought back and forth until Race broke out at the last second, sending the car back down onto the pavement. “We made it!” Spot assured, only for Race to gasp when he looked out the window.

He slammed on the breaks. But it was too late.

The car was submerged in water before anyone could blink.

It filled up fast. The water. The car. Charlie couldn’t breathe. He pulled at his seatbelt. It was stuck. He looked over at his brother’s friends who were struggling to get out too.

But when Charlie looked over to his right, he found Baymax’s armor falling to the floor.

Charlie grabbed Race arm. And he pointed up to his brother last possession.

They all latched onto him.

And then they were rising to the surface.

The air hit Charlie fast as he began coughing for air. It was freezing.

But Katherine let out a laugh. “I told you we’d make it!” she stated, reaching over to clasp Race on the back as they all gripping onto Baymax for dear life.

No one else could bring themselves to be that giddy about the situation.

“We should get outta here…” Charlie suggested, looking over at Race who just lay his head down on Baymax’s stomach.

But Albert was the only one to respond, a small smile spreading onto his face.

“I know a place…”

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That was fun.

Here are more ideas about my Big Hero 6 AU! I hope you guys enjoy!

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