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[#022] The Fight (Big Hero 6)
Theme Prompt: 022 - Changing Seasons
Title: The Fight
Fandom: Big Hero 6
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 544
Summary: Baymax learns that not all fights are dangerous.
Hiro hunched his shoulders in his too-thin jacket, trying to stop the snowflakes seeping inside his collar. Beside him, Baymax shuffled along, at least providing an effective windbreak.
“Winter always takes me by surprise somehow,” Hiro complained. “And who could have predicted it would snow today?”
Baymax’s tone was annoyingly matter-of-fact, as ever. “I have been reporting the daily temperature drops to you each morning. And I did say as we left today that there was a 70% chance of snow by the end of the afternoon. You should have worn a warmer coat.”
Before Hiro had the chance to reply, he felt a cold, hard impact on his lower back and reflexively said, “Ow!”
Baymax stopped dead and slowly turned to him. “I have been alerted to the potential need for medical care. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?”
Something whizzed past Hiro’s head and rebounded off Baymax’s ample stomach. Hiro spun round to see a group of kids having a snowball fight in the park. One of them threw another snowball at Hiro, who ducked to avoid it, and it bounced off Baymax’s arm.
“Why are those children attacking us?” Baymax asked. “Do we need to summon our armour?”
“It’s only snow, Baymax,” Hiro said. “We don’t need armour, but we do need to fight back. Come on!”
He jogged across the street and took up a defensive position behind a scraggly tree. Baymax followed more slowly and stood next to him, completely exposed and drawing a lot of fire.
“I do not understand why we are being pelted with snow.”
Hiro laughed. “It’s a game, Baymax. Make some snowballs and throw them back.”
“I cannot risk causing harm to the other children.”
Hiro shrugged and went on the offensive, giving his attackers as good as he got. He dodged most of the projectiles hurled his way, but still ended up pretty much covered in snow by the end of the battle.
As they continued their walk home afterwards, Baymax had more questions.
“Before, you were complaining about the snow. Now you are much colder and wetter than you were, and yet you are happy. I do not understand how becoming more uncomfortable could improve your mood.”
Hiro patted him on the arm. “It’s all about the context. Snowball fights are fun.”
When they walked into the cafe, Aunt Cass immediately rushed over, her face covered in dismay.
“We have been in a snowball fight,” Baymax said. “Though the projectiles were not hard enough or thrown fast enough to result in injury.”
Aunt Cass was not reassured. “Hiro, your clothes are all wet! You’ll catch your death!”
Baymax blinked at her. “Death is not a condition you can catch, though it may be the eventual outcome of some infectious diseases. But viruses and infections cannot be caused by being wet. And I do not consider Hiro to be in danger of death by any cause at this time.”
Aunt Cass laughed. “Fair enough. I stand corrected. But I still think Hiro should change into some dry clothes and have a hot drink.”
“I agree,” Baymax said. “While Hiro is changing, I will make some tea.”
Hiro gave him a hug. “Thanks, Baymax. You’re the best.”
Title: The Fight
Fandom: Big Hero 6
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 544
Summary: Baymax learns that not all fights are dangerous.
Hiro hunched his shoulders in his too-thin jacket, trying to stop the snowflakes seeping inside his collar. Beside him, Baymax shuffled along, at least providing an effective windbreak.
“Winter always takes me by surprise somehow,” Hiro complained. “And who could have predicted it would snow today?”
Baymax’s tone was annoyingly matter-of-fact, as ever. “I have been reporting the daily temperature drops to you each morning. And I did say as we left today that there was a 70% chance of snow by the end of the afternoon. You should have worn a warmer coat.”
Before Hiro had the chance to reply, he felt a cold, hard impact on his lower back and reflexively said, “Ow!”
Baymax stopped dead and slowly turned to him. “I have been alerted to the potential need for medical care. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?”
Something whizzed past Hiro’s head and rebounded off Baymax’s ample stomach. Hiro spun round to see a group of kids having a snowball fight in the park. One of them threw another snowball at Hiro, who ducked to avoid it, and it bounced off Baymax’s arm.
“Why are those children attacking us?” Baymax asked. “Do we need to summon our armour?”
“It’s only snow, Baymax,” Hiro said. “We don’t need armour, but we do need to fight back. Come on!”
He jogged across the street and took up a defensive position behind a scraggly tree. Baymax followed more slowly and stood next to him, completely exposed and drawing a lot of fire.
“I do not understand why we are being pelted with snow.”
Hiro laughed. “It’s a game, Baymax. Make some snowballs and throw them back.”
“I cannot risk causing harm to the other children.”
Hiro shrugged and went on the offensive, giving his attackers as good as he got. He dodged most of the projectiles hurled his way, but still ended up pretty much covered in snow by the end of the battle.
As they continued their walk home afterwards, Baymax had more questions.
“Before, you were complaining about the snow. Now you are much colder and wetter than you were, and yet you are happy. I do not understand how becoming more uncomfortable could improve your mood.”
Hiro patted him on the arm. “It’s all about the context. Snowball fights are fun.”
When they walked into the cafe, Aunt Cass immediately rushed over, her face covered in dismay.
“We have been in a snowball fight,” Baymax said. “Though the projectiles were not hard enough or thrown fast enough to result in injury.”
Aunt Cass was not reassured. “Hiro, your clothes are all wet! You’ll catch your death!”
Baymax blinked at her. “Death is not a condition you can catch, though it may be the eventual outcome of some infectious diseases. But viruses and infections cannot be caused by being wet. And I do not consider Hiro to be in danger of death by any cause at this time.”
Aunt Cass laughed. “Fair enough. I stand corrected. But I still think Hiro should change into some dry clothes and have a hot drink.”
“I agree,” Baymax said. “While Hiro is changing, I will make some tea.”
Hiro gave him a hug. “Thanks, Baymax. You’re the best.”