#healthcare companion (baymax)

[sapphicslut777]

hey, don’t cry… my sun-catcher made a gay baymax, okay? ❤️✨🏳️‍🌈

[muses-of-the-memory]

"What in the world? Is that big walking balloon? I've never seen like that before! How did you get it to walk?" (For Hiro)

"Oh hi. Uh, this is actually my brother Tadashi's robot; Baymax. Sure he's a big walking balloon, but he's actually like a big marshmallow."

"He's walking with a carbo-fiber skeleton." Hiro explained to Riley. "Hello. I am Baymax." Baymax waved.

(@insidehxrhead)

[coreofgold]

@rainbowmuses for Cornelia

Baymax was pulling everything out of his backpack, from a first aid kit to epi-pens and candy until he found a pen. "Ah here is the pen. . .oh dear; They left." Guess they took too long to retrieve the pen. "How sad . . ."

[phoebepheebsphibs]

NAUR MY FREAKING HEART I AM BROKEN GAWD OH THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭😭😭😭

ROTTMNT x Big Hero 6

IDEA BY @kiwi-smug-silvalina !! Donnie and Mikey as Tadashi and Hiro, Shelldon as Baymax :]

[mystiika]

baymax tag drop

[grandisknight]

zayne: a doctor's companion

summary: A certain healthcare companion finds its way into Linkon City, and a particular doctor is about to discover what it means to say ba-la-la-la-lah.

tags: established relationship, baymax (big hero 6), fluff, canon-complaint, one-shot, medical terms, phone call, gender neutral reader mentioned, mostly zayne's POV, first meetings

word count: 1.8k | (ao3)

notes: inspired by this tweet! also i just love baymax a lot and i think him and zayne would be a cute duo thank you ; including the stanford article i read for the surgery mentioned here! (not necessary for understanding though) (also if i get any med stuff wrong apologies i did my best! i was a girl in stem but not Stem yk)

+ update: the cutest zayne baymax art just dropped everyone say thank you mimi (zaynefied) (i cried)

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Zayne was sure he had slept well the night before. Had his full eight hours, breakfast accomplished and a handful of kisses from his partner before heading out in his pristine, white coat. The drive to work was the same scenery of Linkon City rushing past, soon parked in his designated lot and tracing a familiar path towards Akso Hospital’s entrance.

So, even with such a practiced routine, how did he end up here? 

“I will scan you now. Please remain in place, Dr. Zayne.”

Zayne raises a hand in an effort to dissuade his unforeseen guest. “That won't be necessary.” But his rejection, in turn, was rejected itself—his brows narrowed at the losing notion.

“But it is. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.” The robot calmly states, reflecting a similar monotone diction to the doctor. “I was alerted to the need of medical attention,” he continues, plush footsteps along the hardwood floor squeaking as he approaches the seated doctor. "When you said 'Oof.' So, I am here."

That singular oof traced back to the faint murmur under Zayne's breath just minutes ago when pushing through the growing crowd of peering eyes at Baymax's unprecedented presence. An unusual sight for everyday work life, the mysterious yet kind robot drew in the attention of incoming patients and passersby who happened to catch a glimpse. Zayne’s opportune timing and arrival to work hurriedly whisked away the looming inflatable as crowds huddled in growing excitement, geeking and gossiping alike. Most of his efforts thus far were put into escorting the curiously soft giant through the pristine halls and past the doorway of his office without garnering further unwarranted attention.

And currently, Zayne found himself subjected to a consultation by said robot.

“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?” Baymax inquires. A chart of faces ranging in emotion and color flash over his chest in display. At the highest end stood a red expression painted in anguish, and to the lowest was a green facade of serenity.

Quickly, Zayne plainly states his number to mirror his current state. “Zero.”

Baymax stares him down with the abyss of his rather blank eyes wordlessly after receiving the response. In mere seconds, a pixelated, monotone hum with a hint of warmth made its way to Zayne’s ears. “Scan complete. You have sustained no recent injuries. However, your cortisol and neurotransmitter levels indicate that you are experiencing stress.”

No, really? Zayne’s brows and posture straightened then, removing his glasses and setting them aside. He echoes the conclusion, pushing down the unspoken remark with a bite of his tongue. “Stress? Is that so?”

Baymax nods, holding up a singular finger as he continues to reveal his findings. “This can be attributed to, for example, overconsumption of sugary foods or work overload. Have you had any of these two things recently?”

Zayne’s lips purse in thought, remembering the new maple syrup you had doused his pancakes in over an hour ago. ‘I picked this up during an overseas mission and thought you might like it,’ you explained to him, drawing an intricately sticky pattern of hearts atop his breakfast. It was still just syrup—not so much a difference in flavor to a regular one you could find at the nearby supermarket—but he was grateful for the gift nonetheless as he indulged in the sweet treat with you.

“Sugar, yes. Nothing wrong with it when done in moderation.”

Sure, he had a sweet tooth. But had been doing well to maintain a healthy intake of sugary pieces, lest he wanted another round of your ‘scoldings’ and an appointment to the neighboring orthodontist again.

With a slight sigh, he clasps his hands together over the expanse of his desk and continues. As for workload? He was almost always caught up in it, whether it were hands-on procedures or consultations. Today was no exception to the rule.

“And I do have work, if that’s what you’re referring to.”

“I see. May I make a suggestion?” Baymax asks.

Zayne gives him a curt signal of acknowledgement. “You may.”

“I can assist you with said workload. I am equipped with several modules and sensors that will be of use.”

Zayne contemplates for a moment, curious to the veracity of such a claim. Well, when one forms a hypothesis, the best way to test out the theory was through a designed experiment; and he was ready to do just that. “Alright. Give me just a moment.”

With a couple of speedy taps, Zayne pulls up a recent patient file and gestures for Baymax to approach. As the airy robot bounces into place beside him, Zayne points towards a diagram, a series of numbers and waves indicating observational data. “Here. Based on what you see, can you tell me what surgery this patient underwent?”

Baymax follows the trail of red lines, analyzing quickly in succession. “Their ECG fluctuations are affected by the noraderaline administrations over time. This line,” Baymax points to a blue parallel. “Indicates the oxygen levels throughout the surgery duration.” Calmly, he turns to blink at Zayne. “Diagnosis? The patient underwent a coronary artery bypass grafting procedure.”

Zayne nodded. Each detail was right on par, much to his surprise. “I’m impressed. Your creator must have put a lot of great effort into you.”

“He did. He was wonderful.” Baymax gives a thumbs up in return. “Am I to take it that I have passed your test?”

So he knew, even without having to say anything. “You have,” Zayne confirms with a small smile.

“Here.” Baymax raises his fingers and curls them into a fist, waiting for Zayne to meet him halfway. Slowly, Zayne does just that, meeting the soft plush before it was pulled away and sealed with a robotic tune.

“Ba-la-la-la-lah.”

“Bah… What now?”

“We have completed our first task together. This warrants a celebratory fist bump.” Baymax returns his enclosed fist towards the confused doctor once more. “You must also say it while our fists connect.”

Not finding it in himself to disagree, Zayne repeats the actions from before and adds on with an unsure, “Ba-la-lah.” Slightly strange, though it held a tinge of endearment that reminded him of a certain someone; he suddenly didn’t mind it as much then, shaking his head to himself.

It satisfied Baymax all the same, hand wiggling away before a sound disrupts the next file to be displayed. Zayne’s phone rings then, a custom set of notes indicating there was only one special caller. Your name flashed on his screen, buzzing in patience as his gaze flicked between that and Baymax.

“Do you mind if I take this?”

Baymax blinks. “I do not mind.”

“Thank you.”

With a swipe, Zayne presses his phone to the cup of his ear, voice softening to answer your call. “Good morning. Are you heading out now?”

“Morning! How did you know?” 

Zayne could make out the rustling of keys with the pattern of your footsteps, a light yet amused scoff from him trickling into the receiver. Even if it weren’t for the traces of noise, you usually left around this time and always texted him a new emoji without missing a day. So, of course he knew. You followed up almost immediately with another answer to support your stance. 

“New mission just came in, and it happens to be near Akso. Guess we’ll be seeing each other again pretty soon.”

“Oh?” His brow quirks at the idea. “What requires you to be in the area, exactly?” Zayne’s hazel hues instinctively settle on the black pools of Baymax’s blink, already knowing the answer that you proceeded to relay.

“There was a… Wanderer sighted?” Even over the phone, your voice relayed doubt amidst a warm crackling sound. “Well it’s not exactly one…allegedly. But rather something big, round and white? Tara said it looked like a walking marshmallow,” you chuckled. Well, it’s not like you were wrong, Zayne confirms with another glance.

“Either way, it’s caused an uproar and the Association is sending me to check it out. I’m assuming you already know what it is?”

“I do.” Baymax tilts his head, pointing a finger to himself in quiet curiosity. Zayne raises his own to his mouth, indicating for a secret to be kept as he muses into the call. “And no, not a Wanderer. Stop by my office when you get here and you’ll see.”

“I’ll be there in 15 if traffic is kind to me,” you chirped in reply. He could make out the humming of your motorcycle come to life, indicating the start of your journey. “See you then! Love you.”

“Alright. Love you too. Be safe.”

As the call came to an end, Zayne shifted his gaze to the even shiftier companion before him. Though Baymax couldn’t necessarily smile, the doctor could feel it radiating off of its plush form as he lifted a familiar finger.

“Your pulse and heart rate have quickened greatly. The rate went from 87 beats per minute to 102 in about ten seconds.” Baymax pauses, and a screen with infographics begins to luminate across his chest once more. “Symptoms may include, but are not limited to, your pituitary glands—“

“I’m aware of how hearts work.” Zayne gestures around to their environment, the glimmer of his name tag reflecting the morning sun filtering through the tall windows. “And… everything else.”

He was a cardiac surgeon, first and foremost. His efforts and contributions have earned him plenty of accolades in the field, a testament to his brilliance and especially at a younger age in comparison to his medical peers. But second to none was he also your partner—naturally, his heart would’ve soared regardless. He was aware of the source to his increased palpitations.

“You are also smiling,” Baymax comments. “Does this person make you happy?”

Zayne freezes then, unbeknownst of how the edges of his lips were curled into a gentle grin. His mouth almost straightens, fingertips brushing over them in thought. He lets out a resounding hum in confirmation, looking away bashfully for a brief moment. “Very much so.”

“That is good. Having someone who makes you ‘happy’ will improve your quality of life.” As if sending him his seal of approval, Baymax gives an affirmative fist of encouragement. No sooner did a wrapped lollipop appear between said fist, and he held it towards Zayne in offering. “Here, have a lollipop.”

“Thank you.” Zayne takes the candy in acceptance, wrapper crinkling in removal before a taste of winterberry spreads across his tongue. “Shall we go through another file until a certain someone comes barging in?”

He could already imagine how your grand entrance would play out, and this time, knowingly smiles to himself at the thought.

With an enthusiastic nod, Baymax takes a nearby chair and places it beside Zayne’s own. Deflating slightly to fit the mold, he puffs up once more in preparation.

“I am ready. Let’s work together, Dr. Zayne.”

[napakmahal]

Nobody gets me

Tadashi x Health teacher! Reader

It’s about time I posted this

You’d been grading for what seemed like days. Admin was cracking down on all the teachers to get their grading done before the end of the quarter and you still had several classes unit tests. It didn’t help that this year you’d been ordered to teach two sports medicine classes for your fifth and sixth period.

For a moment, you’d wished you just made the test easier because then it’d be easier to grade. But you knew better. To make the tests easier this late in the year would make your seniors unprepared, and your seniors could not afford to fail a class this close to the end of the year.

All this work for the small amount you made was not fucking worth it. But it wasn’t like you were in the position to just quit and you liked your students. So you sat on your boyfriends bed grading till your hand cramped around your red gel pen.

After a while you let go of the pen to shake your hand out but cramps can hurt like a bitch. You let how and was instantly faced with a sharp shooting pain in your thumb.

“Shit, ow.” You hissed, forgetting about the voice controlled box next to the bed.

A whirring sound followed by a sound of inflating air filled the room. You cussed at the inconvenience and felt the beady eye of the cameras on you.

“Hello, I am Baymax. Your personal healthcare companion. I was alerted to the need for medical attention when you said ‘ow’.” The first time you met Tadashi’s robot was a complete shock. You knew what he did but when you came to visit him on campus to eat lunch with him he left mid meal to use the bathroom. While there you sat directly on the bone of your ankle and whispered “ow” to yourself. Baymax was activated and scared the shit out of you.

“Hi Baymax, I’m alright. I just had a little cramp.” You sighed.

He said in his robotic voice, “On a scale from 1-10 how would you rate your pain?”

“A zero, I promise. It’s gone now, I’m all good.” You try again.

“I will scan you for injuries…scan complete. You have a contraction muscle spasm in your hand. I would suggest taking a break and hot and cold compress.”

You laughed through your nose. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

Then he said the magic words. “I can only deactivate if you say you are satisfied with your care.”

“Thank you, Baymax. I’m 100 percent satisfied with-“

You paused. In the corner of your vision you could still see the stack of tests you were going to grade. “Actually, could you help me with something?”

Tadashi was coming back from a nighttime lecture. He felt bad leaving Hiro at the lab by himself but he’d insisted he needed to do more work and frankly, Tadashi was exhausted. He walked into the cafe with a small amount of customers still lingering getting late night meals and typing away on their laptops.

Aunt Cass was clearing out the remainder of the freshly baked goods into boxes. “Hey rockstar, how was class?”

“I’m tired.” He sighed and reached into one of the boxes to grab himself a donut hole. “My professor decided to write especially small and quickly today.”

“Have you eaten? I think there’s some leftover pasta.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

Tadashi rubbed his eyes. “Hiro and I got food earlier.” He eased her. “Is she upstairs?”

“Hasn’t come down since you left. I tried to get her to take a break but she refused.” Aunt Cass took another pot of coffee off the counter and began doing her refill rounds.

Tadashi made his way up the stairs, basically dragging his feet. He could hear two voices coming from his room, both he knew very well. One voice he loved and another he created. “Hey love…and Baymax.”

You smiled and took off from your bed to greet him. “Baymax is helping me.”

He kissed your forehead. “Yeah I can see that. You guys getting a lot of work done?”

“We are grading Unit test 1B: Macromolecules and nutrition.” Baymax responded robotically.

The two of you laughed and flopped onto his bed. The stack of graded paper was now higher than the ungraded ones. Tadashi scrolled through the questions on the test and was shocked at how surprisingly difficult they were.

He joked, “I’m so glad you feel comfortable using my robot to grade your papers.”

“Well you made him to help people.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “He’s helping me! Right Baymax?”

“Correct.” He simply responded. The two of you laughed and Tadashi joined in on your grading party.

When you were finished, Baymax went back to his cherry red case and you were left to watch a movie with your boyfriend.

“Does this mean I get my girlfriend back?” He asked, muffled into your neck. All the grading had you booked and busy for the past two weeks.

You gently pet his hair and laughed. “Yes, you get her back.”

“Yay. I miss her.” He pressed a few lazy kisses to the side of your neck. “Your kids are doing good. You’re doing good.”

You often vent to Tadasi about your students scores and potential. Your philosophy being: if they did bad you were doing a bad job. “Thank you. How was class today?”

“Tiring. My professors are being especially difficult this time around.” He said still pressed against your neck. “But this is nice.”

You kissed the top of his head and pressed your nose into it. Both of you exhausted from your weeks resting and recharging against one another. You breathed out with relief and calmness, “Yeah, this is nice.”

[hollyoongs]

𝟕:𝟑𝟐 𝐩.𝐦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 | 𝐲.𝐣.𝐰

The workshop buzzed with the usual hum of gadgets and the occasional burst of energy from an overzealous invention. Jungwon was hunched over a new project, his brow furrowed in concentration.

You stood at the entrance, watching him work, admiring the dedication and passion he put into every creation. Quietly, you approached, not wanting to disrupt his flow. But, as if sensing your presence, Jungwon looked up and flashed you that warm, boyish smile that always made your heart skip a beat.

"Hey there," he said, setting down his tools. "I didn't hear you come in."

You smiled back, stepping closer. "Didn't want to disturb the genius at work."

Jungwon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm no genius. Just a guy who loves to tinker."

You glanced at the project on the table, a prototype of what looked like a new kind of robot. "What's this one for?"

His eyes lit up with excitement as he explained. "It's a new healthcare companion. I wanted to build something that could assist Baymax with more specialized tasks. Imagine the possibilities—"

"Jungwon" you interrupted gently, placing a hand on his arm. "You already do so much for everyone. When was the last time you took a break?"

He sighed, looking down at his project. "I know, but there’s just so much I want to accomplish. So many ways I can help."

You cupped his face, making him look at you. "And you'll help even more if you take care of yourself. Besides," you added with a playful smirk, "I miss spending time with you."

His expression softened, and he leaned into your touch. "You're right. I've been a bit obsessed lately."

"A bit?" you teased.

He laughed, the sound like music to your ears. "Okay, maybe more than a bit."

You tugged him gently away from the workbench. "Come on. Let's take a walk. Clear your head. The robots can wait a little while."

Jungwon hesitated for a moment, glancing back at his project. But then he looked at you, and the warmth in his eyes was undeniable. "Alright, you win. A walk sounds perfect."

A smile spread across your face, and you leaned in slowly. You could feel your heart racing as his lips gently met yours. The kiss was soft and tender, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions you both felt for each other and couldn't let out because of the academic stress.

When you finally pulled away, Jungwon rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. "I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

You laughed softly, your hands still intertwined. "Me too, Jungwon. Me too."

As you both stepped outside, the fresh air and the sound of the city around you, Jungwon wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Thanks for always looking out for me."

You leaned into him, feeling the comforting weight of his arm. "I don't mind, Jungwon."

I will always stand by the fact that Jungwon exists as an apology for killing Tadashi Hamada in BH6 💔😿 this is dedicated to my girl @fatalwon (i wanted to tag you in your main, but i didn't find it appropiate since you went to hiatus, some fluff before tomorrow's sugfestive and smut jungwon requests)

[coreofgold]

@devilsmenu for Noah

"My friend, hello" Baymax smiled and waved. "It is a nice surprise to see you around this time."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Ok, I don't know if this already exists.

But here I go, how would the adoptive family of the teenager from Record of Ragnarok react to her showing up with a real Baymax complete with charging station?

(ignore it if it's too weird, bye and good night)

This was such a cute idea!

-You received a suitcase from one of your friends, asking you to test it out and give him feedback. Tadashi was always a talented person, with a bright and creative mind, and his newest invention, Baymax, was in the final testing stages. Now all that needed to be done was test it.

-He had several prepared for many of his classmates, wanting their opinions on his invention.

-You saw it in action at school, it was brilliant but at the same time, it looked so cute and cuddly!!

-When you arrived home with the large case under your arm, “I’m home~!” you heard a few voices call out as your struggled to get inside without dropping the case, which you managed to do after a few moments.

-You walked into the living room and eyes went to you as you set the case down, eyes went from the case to you, wondering what it was before you pulled your bag off, “This is Baymax, one of the projects my friend Tadashi made. He asked me to bring one home and try it out with all of you.”

-Loki popped up behind you, his arms wrapping around your neck, hugging you, “So what’s a Baymax?” Nikola approached the case eagerly, like a kid on Christmas, as you answered, “Tadashi described Baymax as a personal healthcare provider attendant, to put it simple, Baymax is a robotic nurse.”

-Sparkles and roses surrounded Tesla as he spun on you, eyes beaming brightly, “Can we see him?!” you can’t help but giggle before you pull out the manual and flip through it for a moment before you turn to Loki, “I need you to hurt someone, just enough to-” SLAP!!!

-Lu Bu leapt up, turning on Loki, “Ow! You bastard!” the case beeped and slowly opened and all attention turned to what could only be described as a walking marshmallow, inflate himself before stepping out of the case.

-Loki was wide eyed, floating around Lu Bu as Zeus was stroking his beard, “What in the world have you humans made now?” Baymax approached Lu Bu, who was standing, and he began to speak after lifting a hand in greeting, “Hello, I am Baymax, a personal healthcare companion. I was altered to the need of medical attention when you said ‘ow’.”

-Tesla was gushing while many of the others had stood to circle Baymax, inspecting him, Eve poked his arm, “Oh- he’s so soft!”

-On Baymax’s belly, a screen appeared, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?” Lu Bu’s eyes were twitching lightly, looking over at you and you gave him a smile, motioning him to go along with it.

-After running through he scans and applying some antibacterial spray to Lu Bu’s chest, where a red handprint was still visible, several members in the room couldn’t help but snicker as Lu Bu took the lollipop, shadows covering his eyes before you spoke, “Thank you Baymax, we are satisfied with your care.”

-Baymax thanked us and went back to his case, deflating and boxing himself back up.

-Everyone was silent for a moment before you instantly found yourself in Tesla’s arms, his eyes sparkling up at you before you giggled, “You can study him, but don’t take him apart. And I can ask Tadashi if you can come to the lab again.” His cheeks was instantly rubbing against your own, thanking you.

-It was definitely a weird week with Baymax, you asked your family to try him out as much as possible, not to purposely injure themselves, as he was able to help with emotional and mental issues as well, as you wanted plenty of feedback.

-When you went back to Tadashi, you left Baymax at home, as he had become a member of the family and Tadashi couldn’t help but laugh, telling you that the other five people he asked all said the same thing, but that’s what he wanted.

-Tadashi was then surprised when Tesla popped up again beside you and began to praise his invention. It wasn’t the first time these two had met and they were quickly in a deep discussion as you waved at them, heading for the campus café for some coffee before class.

[coreofgold]

"I was a healthcare robot. I did not wear armor all the time" Baymax spoke. "However, my creator's brother, Hiro, made me an outfit with wings so I can fly my friends for revenge"

.｡.:*☆ "Oh." A moment of silence. Chewie was thinking because, he had learned the hard way that not everyone liked this question. "What have you been then before? With wearing armor and all that?"

[comfortblr]

GET TO KNOW THE MEMBERS ▻ elle (@anson-mount) comfort movie: big hero 6 ↳ Hello, I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.

[muses-of-the-memory]

Baymax turned his attention to Riley when she walked around the huggable robot, but he stood in place. "Baymax can be able to help people by scanning if they are hurt, or have any medical needs." Hiro explained.

"One time, Tadashi showed me how Baymax works when were at SFIT, and he claimed I had an allergy to peanuts." He continued. "That is correct. And I can only deactivated when the patient says, "I am satisfied with my care." Baymax said as he blinked.

"After that, I lost my big brother during a fire..." Hiro said about how he lost his brother. "Tadashi is here." Baymax said showing a video image of Tadashi when he was making Baymax. "There, there." He said hugging Hiro. "Thanks Baymax, I needed that." Hiro smiled, being cheered up.

@muses-of-the-memory

"Hello there, Baymax!" She smiled at the robot and waved back at him. "So, uh, your brother created this robot, right? What does it do?" Riley begins to walk around Baymax and examining the robot.

[coreofgold]

@mvsicinthedvrk for Qi Yan

"Hello. I'm Baymax, your doctor for today." The robot smiled and spoke as he entered to room. "May I inquire about the purpose of your visit ?" Yes it says on the chart but they want to hear it from the patient.

[razbotz]

"Hello. I am Baymax; Your personal healthcare companion."

Baymax - Big Hero 6 (2014)

🩹 - 🩹 - 🩹 | 🩹 - 🩹 - 🩹 | 🩹 - 🩹 - 🩹

(FINALLY. FINALLY. FINALLY. FINALLY- ahem, sorry this stimboard was giving me trouble lol. anywho thats the main cast down! im gonna do some bh6ts characters next :3!)

[lespetitesmortsde]

Kara's got a surprise for Lena.

or

Baymax!Kara is here to hug Lena.

Day 22 of Supercorptober 2024. Prompt: Kara

Beginning excerpt:

Kara feels like a dumbass.

There’s no way to sugarcoat it, really, not when she’s lying in wait in Lena’s apartment, waiting for her to come home. She still has time. She could leave and pretend this never happened. Lena never has to know. She eyes the balcony door, tempted to make a quick escape, but she’d have to change first. Her outfit won’t fit through the rather narrow opening while it’s still on her body.

Inside the big, fluffy, white mascot costume, Kara bites her lip in indecision. She wonders idly how a human even wears this suit – if she wasn’t indestructible, she’d be a puddle. It had seemed like a perfect idea at the costume store when she saw it on display, recalling how much Lena had actually enjoyed Big Hero 6 a couple of weeks ago.

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