(Hiro's POV)

After three hours of waiting, pacing and wanting the ground to swallow me whole I hear my name called over the speakers. My time to shine...this is going to go to shit.

"Hiro you in there, Peter's announced you three times already." A voice I recognise to be my big brother, Tadashi, shouts through the door. I spring up and grab my newly fixed control band, thank you Mr Stark and your amazing resources.

I tell Baymax to stay put and burst through the door, scaring the life out of my brother. I run down the small corridor to the wings and see Peter laughing nervously on stage whilst talking over his comms to the stage hands. I give him a small wave to let him know I am ready and he breaks into a grin.

"Sorry for the wait everyone. I present Hiro Hamada with his microbots." A burst of applause erupts in the audience as Peter vacates the stage. I walk on, trying m best not to faint again. I am not used to all this attention. Being a secret superhero means no crowds following my every move, so this is completely new.

Nevertheless I put on my superhero persona and launch into my mini speech. "Hi. My name is Hiro..." A harsh white noise cracks in the speakers, forcing everyone to cover their ears. I wince and hold the microphone at an arms length. "Sorry. My name is Hiro Hamada, and I've been working on something that I think is pretty cool. I hope you like it. This is a microbot." I hear groans at the tiny piece of tech between my pointer finger and thumb. Most of the audience probably can't even see it. This is exactly the reaction I had planned for.

"It doesn't look like much, but when it links up with the rest of its pals..." A low rumbling sound is heard from the back of the open auditorium. The audience members start to squeal as slinking black tendrils snake between the seats and up onto the stage. "...things get a little more interesting. The microbots are controlled with this neural transmitter. I think what I want them to do and they do it."

I picture a waving hand and sure enough the tech morphs into a large black hand, waving to the crowd. The gasps and applause only spur me on, fuelling my possibly to big ego. "The applications for this tech are limitless. For example Construction. What used to take teams of people working by hand for months or years, can now be accomplished by one person."

Whilst I talk the microbots build a small podium behind me, bearing the Stark Industries logo. Yeah yeah I know, I am a suck up but I want him to know me as the kid with cool tech, not the kid who passed out after injuring his son.

 "And that's just the beginning. How about transportation? Microbots can move anything anywhere, with ease." As the microbots lift me up I see a moving shadow from the rafters. Upon closer inspection I see a rather tense looking Hawkeye watching me carefully. I give him a small smile, knowing I am as safe as can be up here. Then I catch sight of my brother in the wings below and my smile widens. "If you can think it, the microbots can do it. The only limit is your imagination. Microbots!

The applause I receive is almost deafening. I tell the microbots to let me down so I can bow. I don't bother to try and fight the blush burning at my ears. Peter bounds onto the stage ready to announce the next invention, but not before giving me a thumbs up.

Bang

On instinct I form the tech into a shield and search desperately for the source of the noise. In the centre of the crowd is a man wearing a mask aiming a gun to the sky. The crowd had cleared around him leaving a small circle around him.

His hand twitches as he slowly lowers his arm. I follow his aim and see its lined up to Peter, who looks frozen with fear. I have to do something before...

Bang

I know I know I am cruel but cliffhangers are my speciality

And yes his speech is the one from the movie. Don't judge

Stay tuned

- The weirdo with to much time on her hands