"Wait, your name is literally hero?"

Microbots coiled tighter around their wrists, webbing rushing between them as Spiderman attempted to push them away. Hiro scowled. It was to be expected- his name was so confusing, though he didn't have time to really complain. He needed to get himself away from the other and gain some distance, but their stand off was unwavering. His arm strained as he felt the fist in his pushing him, strength beyond reason behind it. Surprisingly, Spiderman was still talking, carrying on a conversation that he wasn't entirely paying attention to. Rolling his eyes, he swept his leg out, using the force of the microbots to throw the other to the side, stumbling back on his heels.
"It's Hiro," he scoffed, pronouncing it in an obviously different way in attempts to get the point across, "And I don't have time to sit here and explain everything to you!"
Before he could fully turn, webbing snatched his arm and yanked, causing Hiro to tumble backwards, only saved from a fall by his microbots. Glare settling on the other, he yanked his arm, attempting to free it.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on, but Mister Stark told me that stopping you guys is the best way to handle things." Hiro's arm strained as he tried to pull away, scowl still present on his face. He didn't know who this one was, had no idea of his capabilities, yet he could see that he was smart. Maybe they could find common ground. After all, they both seemed to be mere numbers in a far less than personal situation.
"And Stark is the big boss, I'm guessing?" With an exasperated sigh, Spiderman's webs were cut off and Hiro quickly worked on peeling it from his armguard. Annoyed at the present situation, he glanced towards where Bucky and Sam had been. Vacant of any bodies, the small scrimmage between him and this Spiderman was clearly more beneficial for their escape.
"Well, I'm trying to make a good first impression," the teen replied, sounding slightly nervous.
"Yeah," Hiro mumbled, looking back at the other, "Me too."
"So, Hiro, right?" Stepping forward a few steps, Spiderman held out his hand. Hiro tensed, prepared for an attack, yet saw nothing coming out of the devices on the other's wrists. Arching a brow, he directed his gaze towards the masked face, wrinkling his nose in confusion. "I'm Peter."
"I didn't ask for your real name."
"Yeah, but, it sounds like we were both asked to be here. Look, I don't want to hurt anybody. I just wanna stop anything from getting worse."

Getting worse. How could things get any worse for them? As soon as they accepted the job, they knew what they were getting into. Hiro was clearly on the side labeled as criminals, yet he wasn't so disappointed in that. What kept grinding his genius was how stupid everyone was being- how not a single person would listen to another.
"At the end of the day," Hiro said, finally getting his arm guard clear of webs, "It can always get worse."
'Hiro!'
Turning his head, Hiro heard a ping in his audials, followed by a demanding voice. Steve. The sound of something familiar came from outside- a laser? He spared Peter a glance before backing up a few steps.
"Sorry, Peter," he said, offering an apologetic smile behind his visor, "You seem like someone I'd get along with, but... right now? We've both got jobs to do."
"Yeah. No, yeah, I get it."
'Hiro, get out here now!'
"Did you make them yourself," he asked, leaning out of the window in time to see Vision's forehead shooting down a burning line between the two sides, "The webs?"
Peter walked beside him, staring out of the window as the opposing sides seemed to momentarily stare down one another. They were most likely attempting one more peaceful offering. "Yeah," he finally said, "Your suit. It's got carbon fiber bits in it, right? Made it in-house?"
"Literally in my house," Hiro answered quickly, microbots swirling back into the portal on his back, "You remind me of my friends back home."
"Yeah? You're not so bad yourself."
'Hiro- come on, kid. Get down here.'
Scott.
'We could really use your bot things.'
"See you down there, Peter." He reached out and gave a quick, almost brotherly smack to the other hero's shoulder, jumping down from the broken window, microbots climbing down from his heels to form a slope for him to skate down. He felt slight disappointment as he trotted off the bots and arrived at Scott's side, taking in the sight of the other team. A life like this would never lead to friends- not if they were all fighting.

Scott nodded and redirected his gaze towards their foes, Hiro soon following. Up close, everything looked so different. The airport was already a disaster, but the smell of burnt metal and smoke clouding the explosive sites was almost overwhelming. The conversation was background noise for Hiro, his mind focused on the various vehicles, trailers, terminal tunnels- anything he could use to his advantage. These weren't people that did harm- they were heroes. All of them were heroes and, though he wasn't entirely sure, Hiro believed they were all friends at one point or another.
"What do we do now?"
The words made him look up and he noticed the group rushing towards them. The device on his back hummed with activity as microbots clattered against the rim of the gateway.
"We fight," Steve said, beginning to walk forward. Brisk, confident strides- every single one of them held confidence and belief in their steps. Hiro jerked his head up and walked along with them, soon beginning to run. As they grew closer together, details becoming more and more refined, Hiro summoned a sea of black, shoving him up into the air and over the sudden lunge from Black Widow. As he guided his course around the initial attack, he saw Scott take her challenge. Landing on his feet, he immediately ducked to avoid a swing and pulled his leg around for a swift kick upwards. Peter flipped backwards and twisted around, shooting Hiro a thumb up before latching his webbing on to a vehicle and flinging himself across the fighting.

Hiro felt as if he was lost within chaotic tides, ducking and weaving his way through the fighting, taking part in some before another stepped in. An odd sensation crept upon him and he suddenly felt misplaced. What if he really was no use to them here- a child on a battlefield between friends? His thoughts stopped when he felt a hand yank his shoulder and he swiftly turned, microbots latching onto the man and flipping him up, over and down to the ground once more. Hiro blinked in surprise upon seeing Scott sprawled on the ground.
"Kid, it's me!"
"Shit- sorry." He reached out his hand and helped Scott stand, brushing off his suit as he ducked down, yanking Scott with him as a baton narrowly missed them. Lifting his leg, he swung around and planted the center of his foot against an abdomen, shoving them away without registering who it was. He turned his head, scanning the various people fighting, watching as vehicles flew with guidance of red mist, rockets shot off, fire engulfed structures- it was chaos, but no one seemed to be getting ahead.
"You got this," he asked, turning to Scott, "I'm gonna try and clear a path for them to get to the jet." The man gave a nod before disappearing, shrinking down to a microscopic size. Hiro scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Guess that means yes."

A few steps back and he turned, beginning to scan the area for Steve. If they were going to succeed in this, they would need Steve and Bucky to both be free of distractions. Like Peter, he was only trying to do the best he could with what he was given. And what he was given was an opening. Stark's fist had been pulled back, Steve lifting his shield in defense.
Grab his wrist.
Microbots launched quickly, spiraling in the air and wrapping halfway down the armored arm in a matter of seconds, tiny bots moving quickly as they tightened their grip. Hiro held out his hand, curling his digits, microbots responding by constricting the limb. Brown eyes met blue and Hiro nodded, delaying the attack long enough to give Steve time to move away. With Stark's attention now redirected, Hiro lifted his other hand in a slight wave.
"Heeeey. Tony Stark, right? We haven't met yet, but I've always wanted to show you some designs."
Tony's arm pulled at the microbots, but Hiro's other hand pushed forward, tendrils of black bots massing together and latching onto the suit. Thrusters pushed the man upwards, but Hiro pulled back, attempting to keep him as preoccupied as possible. Rockets fired from the shoulders and he quickly brought up his arm, microbots forming a wave, curving in a protective shield around him. They parted to allow sight once more, a smug grin on his face. Hiro stepped back, his mind quickly focusing with secondary thoughts.
Keep him restrained, keep a shield up- now, strike him.

Using the microbots as a weapon was hardly easy. Yes, he had made it look easy at the Expo and Callaghan had made it seem so simple. Yet, it was mostly about focus and the brain's capacity to withstand it. Hiro's mind was firing thoughts left and right, but never wavered from the last command; it was not a step-by-step process that could be advanced, but a step-to-step process, with backtracking to the first original idea. Keeping Tony restrained was the first thought, creating the shield the second, and now forming a hammering mass to attack the suit. For anyone else, it might have been overwhelming, but for Hiro, the creator of them- it was just another project. He felt his feet sliding along the ground as Tony increased the power within his rockets, pulling them both a little higher into the air. Balancing on his tip-toes, Hiro had to think quickly, going through all his options within seconds.
"That's a sick suit of armor," he said, straining as his mind struggled for a list of options. His eyes flicked behind Tony, spotting a rising vehicle coated in red mist. He smirked and let his visor lift, a smug expression on his face. "I made a better one for Baymax, though."
"What is it with you kids and talking when there's no need for-."
"I'm just waiting for her."
"What-."

The vehicle was slung in Tony's direction and Hiro released the suit, bots sprinkling down like rain, cascading along his armor. He ducked down, running clear from the explosion sounding above him. He squinted, trying to see where Stark had gone. Visor pinged with an alert and he lifted his arms, crossing them in front of himself as something impacted his bracers. He slid back on his feet, his bots pushing him against the force. As the smoke cleared, his eyes settled on glowing blue and he grit his teeth as his arms strained to hold defense, metal hands gripping around his bracers.
"I don't know what he told you, but I can guess it was about how right he is and how wrong we are."
"I know you think you're right, but you're wrong. Don't take it too seriously," Hiro replied, trying his best to hold his ground. He knew he was no match for Tony Stark, but he had to at least try. "Everyone's wrong now and then."
The hum of the armor's weaponry gave Hiro only a split second to react. His bots collected and moved up his body like a second coat of armor, coating his bracers to prepare for the heated shot that quickly followed. His footing slipped, and he flew backwards, slamming into one of the terminal tunnels, denting the metal. His visor glitched as he fell back to the ground, landing on wobbly legs. Hand pressed to his back, he hissed, pain coursing through his entire body. Alerts flashed on his visor before he brushed them aside- he didn't have time for that.
"Damn, that's a strong shot," he grumbled, wobbling slightly, "Ow."

Wanda caught his arm and helped steady him. "Are you all right," she asked, pressing a gentle hand to his back. Hiro let out a wheezing laugh, shaking his head as he shook off the pain.
"I'm good. I'm fine."
'We need a diversion. Something big.'
Hiro tapped the side of his helmet, listening to the sound of chatter flooding their communications. Wanda frowned as she also listened intently, the two of them sheltered beneath the loading ramp.
'I got something kinda big, but I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half- don't come back for me.'
"He's going to what," Wanda asked, looking to Hiro for confirmation. Hiro groaned and tapped his communication line, speaking for the first time since he'd added their channel.
'Scott! Scott, you're an idiot if you think this is a good idea-.'
'You sure about this, Scott?'
'I do it all the time- I mean- once. In a lab. Then I passed out.'
'I'm not a medic, Scott, I can't guarantee you'll even live through this. That is only once tested tech-!'
'Trust me!'

Teeth grit as he looked over towards the ongoing fight, fingers moving along the screen in his arm guard, screen disappearing as soon as a confirmation flashed across his visor. "Fine," he agreed with reluctance, stepping from his position of cover. He scanned the skies before turning attention to his companion. Wanda had moved from her position and rushed ahead, stepping in where she was needed. Hiro waited for the signal, one he knew to look for, and prepared for the next round. The Ant Man had always contained two abilities, yet only one had recently been added. True to his name, Ant Man could shrink, but the newest tech allowed him to-
"Holy shit-!"
Grow. Ant Man's massive form grabbing onto War Machin's ankle and holding him tightly. Hiro took that as the signal, moving in for the defense. Walls of microbots split apart, scrambling along the ground. With rising arms, Hiro commanded them to grow in height, spikes shooting up and causing obstacles in the skyways. He weaved between debris and fighting, back colliding with Clint's only once before he stumbled to the left and rolled between Scott's enormous feet. He saw Steve and Bucky running for the hangar and felt a wave of accomplishment wash over him.

A yellow beam cut across the sky, however, causing him to come to a stumbling stop. The communications tower began to tilt and, gaze following the shards of glass raining down, he realized Bucky and Steve wouldn't make it to the hangar in time. Feet moved before his mind and, despite knowing he would never reach them in time, he felt he had to try.
Stop the building! His bots rushed across the ground, weaving between Wanda's planted feet. He could see her coming to the same realization he had and, with her powers much quicker than his, he watched as she caught the building. Red netting coated the side, her body straining as she held it up. Visor beeped with incoming projectiles and he turned, pulling his microbots back, watching as War Machine blasted something towards Wanda to distract her. The second she released the building, it began to fall at a normal rate, heavily and crashing quickly to the ground. Hiro felt his chest tighten at the thought that maybe they didn't clear the collapse. With his mind preoccupied, his underlying thought changed the course of his bots, collecting themselves together into a pillar. Quickly, it rose to slam against Rhodey, sending him careening away from Wanda. He moved back a few steps, watching as Vision approached from above.
'Cap? Bucky? You guys okay?'
'We made it-.'
'Does anyone have any orange slices?'

"Shit." Determining that Wanda was safe with Vision (he didn't seem a threat to her any longer), he made his way across the now ruined runway lot. Jumping over a fallen truck, he crouched down beside Scott. "Hey. Are you okay?"
"Hey, kid. I'm good- I'm great. That was- never let me do that again."
Hiro laughed a little, shaking his head. He looked around at the damage done, back aching, body no doubt bruising. He moved to sit beside Scott, huffing as he called his microbots back to him, letting them crawl their way into the portal whirring on his spine.
"I'm gonna need tougher armor to keep up with people like you."
"Don't sell yourself short. You've never been in a real fight before, right? You'll get the hang of it."

Clint approached them, looking just as worn, if not more so. Hiro smiled weakly and looked down, sighing. He had hoped he would make a good first impression, but he hadn't done much at all. Then again, this wasn't his fight- this was just a fight.
"Some of us aren't gonna get outta this. We broke the law this time- we're screwed."
"Hiro." Prodigy or not, Hiro knew that tone. That was the listen to the adult tone. He glanced up at Clint, wincing slightly. Had he done something wrong?
"Yeah?"
"You gotta get out of here. Kid like you deserves a chance."
"What- no. No way. I'm just as responsible as you guys are."
"Hiro," Scott said, reaching out to swat with a tired arm, "Clint's right. Jail's no place for you. You got a way to get out of here?"

Lips pressed together in a hard line. He wanted to protest, but he would do no better in jail than he had on the front lines. Fingers curled into his palms, fists tightly pressed to his knees. Leaving Scott behind meant the suit possibly falling into Stark's hands- exactly what Pym hadn't wanted. But, he worried about Bucky and Steve, knowing they were possibly walking into a situation that needed more than just two of them. With all their allies caught and former allies now enemies, who else did they have? He swallowed thickly, noticing the flashing alert in the corner of his visor.
"But, I promised..."
"Everything's gonna be fine. But you gotta get outta here before things get worse."
Lifting his gaze, he stared at Scott for a long moment, struggling between the right thing to do and the easier thing to do. He nodded his head, moving to stand. Clint gently nudged his back, crouching beside Scott to help him sit up.
"You got a ride, kid?"
Taking a few steps back, Hiro rose his arm, fingers splayed wide, pod on his palm humming loudly with a red glow.
"Yeah," Hiro said, smiling slightly, "I'll break you out of jail if no one else does, Scott. I promise."
"Oh, don't worry about me. I can survive in jail."

The sound of roaring thrusters brought a wider smile to Hiro's face. As red streaked across the sky at high speeds, Hiro's microbots scrambled from his portal and twisted around his ankles, hoisting him up and throwing him into the air. Flipping into a corkscrew, he spread out his arms in time to latch magnetic pods onto their respective opposites. Settling between familiar set of wings, Hiro bent forward and pointed to the trail of clouds broken through by the Quinjet.

"Trail 'em, Baymax. They're gonna need all the help they can get."