"Hiro! Breakfast!"

A groan emitted from the clump of blankets on the floor. A mess of black hair emerged before the young Hamada let out a loud yawn. He scrubbed his face with his palm,giving an annoyed sound. He looked around his room with a bleary stare, vision still blurry from the remnants of sleep. There was a figure standing near the pull screen that blocked off the other half of the room. "Baymax, it's too early for this." When he was greeted with silence, he dropped his hand down into his lap and stared, brows furrowing as he tried to focus his eyes. Last time he checked, Baymax didn't look human. He jumped up, bare foot slipping on his blanket. He fell backwards, flat on his back, huffing. He sat up quickly, looking at the lingering stranger.

"Hi," he said, awkwardly waving, "Morning."

The man continued to stare at him. Hiro began to wonder if he was just mute. But, he had seemed to express himself well enough with the protests he'd heard when they started flying. Maybe he didn't speak any English. "Do you understand what I'm saying," he asked, only realizing that what he said sounded rude after he said it. "Sorry, I just meant- do you speak English?"The man shifted, his metal arm moving slightly behind his back. Hiro sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the black strands on his own.

"Listen, I don't know who those guys were or why the police were willing to endanger people to find you, but you're safe here. No one saw you get here and no one knows you're currently here. And I have no plans to turn you in to anybody. Okay? So, can we stop with the creepy silent staring? You're starting to freak me out."

The man visibly relaxed, but only a fraction. Hiro sighed in relief and gathered up his blankets to toss them on his bed. "You're not a prisoner here, but I think you should lay low for a few days before taking off again."

"My bike." It was the first set of words Hiro had heard the man speak.His voice was ragged and tired, as if he were running for years before he found someone to talk to. Silver fingers clenched and released in a seemingly nervous act.

"Your motorcycle? We brought it to my garage. It needs some repairs, but that's easy stuff."

There was a pause, a lull in the conversation. Hiro awkwardly struggled to find something to talk about. Luckily, the man felt like asking more questions. "Where am I?"
"You're in my house. Downstairs is the kitchen, dining area and living room. Below that,is my Aunt's cafe. Right now, it's open, which means we can't exactly sneak out of the front door," Hiro explained, looking the man over.The red star was something he wanted to ask about, but by the looks of the man, he didn't want to push too many buttons at once. Who knew which one would set him off? "This is my room. It's, uh, pretty standard. It's a mess, obviously. And, well, anything you need to use, feel free to use it." He shifted on his bare feet, eyes staring at the metal arm. The man seemed to notice and hid it behind his arm again. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything," Hiro assured, "I just- your arm looks really heavy. Have you ever thought about using carbon fiber? It doesn't sound durable, but it actually is. My suit-"

"Why are you helping me?" The gruff voice was so sudden, it cut Hiro's small rant off. He turned to give a gap-toothed smile and a rather confident look.

"What reason do I have not to?"

"That doesn't answer my question," the man grunted, "You didn't have to help me. You helped me. Why? You don't know who I am." It sounded almost accusing. Maybe he thought that Hiro did know who he was? Hiro shrugged.

"Look.The police hurt people trying to find you. Those guys in those black SUVs? They were firing guns in the street just to capture you. If the police aren't on your side, then no one is, right? Someone had to help you."

"And it just happened to be you?"

"Me and Baymax, yeah." He crossed his arms over his chest, looking the man over. "I don't know who you are. I already told you, I don't know what they wanted. But, from my view point, you looked like you needed someone to step in and help you. That being said, I think I'm owed some kind of gratitude for saving you."

"We blew up," the man stated dully. Hiro snorted.

"Okay, yeah, but only a little. And, hey, no one got hurt," he said,pointing at the man, then pressing his index finger to his chin, "Yeah. Seems reasonable."

There was silence again. Hiro rolled his eyes and let his shoulders drop."I just wanna know what's going on. Because whoever was shooting at you just shot a huge explosive at both of us."

"You didn't have to stay."

"I told you, someone had to help you."

"You're just a kid."

"A lot of people underestimate me because I'm a kid. It doesn't mean I don't go out there every time they need me."

"Why do you?" It was like Hiro was the one being interrogated. He paused, staring at the other man. The dark eyes stared back, but there was no longer a glare in them. He seemed to be relaxing the more Hiro spoke with him. He sighed and leaned back on his heels,pressing his lower back against the edge of his mattress. For a moment, he looked serious. Why did he go out there and save people?Because someone had to help. But, that statement alone meant nothing to people who didn't know him.

"I want to help people," Hiro said, looking beyond the man. His eyes lingered on the screen which separated his brother's side of the room from his own. "My brother wanted to help a lot of people. So,that's what we do. That's what I do. You needed the help, I was thereto help you. And if I'm gonna keep helping you, we're gonna have to learn to work together. You can trust me, I won't tell anyone you're here. But, we've gotta start somewhere."

He held out his hand, eyebrows raised. He waited, motioning with his hand for a response. When he received none, he took a long, deep breath.

"All right, fine. Let's start simple. My name's Hiro. Hiro Hamada."

It took the stranger a long moment. He reached out his metal arm,grabbing the kid's smaller hand. Hiro internally began surveying the way the arm worked and wondered just how it was made. They shook slowly and Hiro smiled all the same. Harmless.

"Bucky." It was a simple name, but it was a name nonetheless. "My name is Bucky."

"All right, Bucky. Listen, we'll wait until the larger search parties have left the city and then we'll get you out of here. Until then, you can stay here with me. I'm on summer break, so I don't have any classes. Besides, like I said, no one knows you're here-"

"Hiro Hamada-!!!!" Hiro froze, eyes widening just a fraction as he heard footsteps on the stairs. Bucky tensed up, but that wasn't what made him jump. It was the way Hiro grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the bed.

"What are you-"

"Remember I told you no one knows you're here," Hiro grumbled, grabbing his blankets and shoving them in Bucky's arms, "My Aunt doesn't know either. And she's coming up here. You gotta hide!"

The footsteps stopped as Cass hit the top of the stairs.
"Hiro, what--?"