Baymax: Time to Run!

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that rabbit doll with the huge boobs looked like a dachshund."

Lu Wen stood alone outside the Malibu Estate, windswept and bewildered.

It was nothing. He had run his mouth too much, and Tony had kicked him out.

He had wanted to ask Happy to drive him home, only to learn that Happy was no longer the butler. He had gone to work as head of security at Stark Industries and wasn't here anymore.

Fine, he would get himself home. To avoid any damned cars brazenly stopping in front of him without obeying traffic rules this time...

"Woo-hoo!"

The Glider took off!

Not long after Lu Wen left, Pepper Potts returned from work. The moment she walked in, she saw the Christmas present Tony had prepared for her.

The big-boobed rabbit that Lu Wen had said looked like a dachshund...

But Pepper Potts clearly preferred the obedient, considerate Baymax to that rabbit.

Just like now, Baymax brought her fluffy rabbit slippers. JARVIS had shared his butler module with Baymax, so Baymax should now be a Healthcare Companion Robot.

"Miss Pepper, Mr. Tony is downstairs. I think you should go see him."

Just as Tony was remotely controlling the Prodigal Son from the garage to talk to Pepper Potts, Baymax suddenly gave her a reminder.

"Baymax, if you keep running your mouth, I'm really going to shut you down." Tony's voice came through the Prodigal Son's helmet.

But this time, Baymax didn't recite his shutdown service prompt.

After Pepper Potts found Tony, Tony, who was feeling jealous over Aldrich Killian, angered her into leaving after barely a few words.

Seeing this, Baymax took small, shuffling steps to block Pepper Potts's path.

"One moment, Miss Pepper. Mr. Tony is experiencing a psychological stress response related to post-traumatic stress. He has not received any formal intervention. I think you should know about this."

Pepper Potts froze for a moment, then abruptly turned toward Tony. "What! I... I didn't even notice!"

"He told me not to tell you," Baymax continued. "But Mr. JARVIS believes that even if Mr. Tony requests confidentiality, certain information should still be shared with you if it benefits his health."

"So you're telling me now for the sake of his health?"

"Yes. I downloaded the relevant database. It mentioned that he needs comfort from someone close to him. Or rather, he needs someone to press pause for him when he cannot stop."

Pepper Potts fell silent for a few seconds. "...I understand. Thank you for telling me all this."

Faced with Pepper Potts's gaze, Tony stopped pretending and admitted everything...

That night, Tony had another nightmare. His movements during the nightmare woke Pepper Potts and also activated Baymax, who was charging at the foot of the bed.

Once fully inflated, Baymax tilted his head to look at Tony on the bed. His black, bean-like eyes blinked, and he shuffled over to the doorway, blocking the Prodigal Son armor that was trying to enter.

"I don't think you should go in right now..."

But how could Baymax, a gentle, harmless balloon robot, stop the Prodigal Son armor summoned by Tony in his sleep? A single slap sent him flying into the room like a ball.

The loud crash woke Tony. The armor was shut down, and the two hurried over to check on Baymax.

"I am fine." Baymax's voice remained even. After scanning Tony with his electronic eyes, he said to Pepper Potts...

"Based on Mr. Tony's hormone and neurotransmitter levels, he needs your company right now." With that, Baymax got up, shuffled out of the room, and contacted JARVIS through his system.

"Mr. JARVIS, please prepare two glasses of warm water for me."

"Of course, Baymax." JARVIS's voice came through Baymax's sensors.

"This robot is wonderful," Pepper Potts said, holding Tony's arm.

"Yeah, he's a really good robot." Tony panted and nodded in agreement.

The next day, in his Manhattan apartment, Lu Wen slept until the sun was high in the sky.

A life where he didn't have to stay up until the early hours, then get forcibly booted up by an alarm to rush to an eight a.m. class, felt like a dream.

Back then, life really had been flavorless, and eight a.m. classes were murdering humanity!

Just as Lu Wen was curled up on the sofa watching TV with fried chicken in his arms, a damned breaking news report featuring a terrorist threat spoiled his good mood.

Lu Wen also saw the footage on TV of an angry Tony provoking the Mandarin.

"So it's today?"

He took out his phone and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he decided against calling Tony and connected to Baymax's internal communications instead.

"Baymax, I've got a few tasks for you."

(●-●): "Of course, sir."

"Venom, you should have adapted to the radiation heat inside my body and become immune to flames by now, right?" After hanging up, Lu Wen directed a question at Venom inside him.

"Of course. I'm confident I can now swim through the high-temperature flames I once feared." Venom's voice was hoarse and tinged with excitement.

"Then, if my body started producing heat reaching a maximum of three thousand degrees, could you handle it?"

"It should be fine. At worst, it would hurt a little at first, but I can definitely adapt now." Venom gave a confident answer.

"Good."

That was right. Lu Wen wanted to give himself a shot of the Extremis Virus!

He felt that the Extremis Virus could help solve the problems of his Nuclear Chest Cannon's slow charging and the weakness that followed firing it.

That was also why he hadn't taken any new orders and was slacking off at home. He was waiting for the events that were certain to happen within these established storylines.

It was a little late to head to Tony's house and help save it now. Hopefully, Baymax and JARVIS could follow his instructions and get ready.

Tony... that guy was furious right now. Even if Lu Wen offered to help twist the Mandarin's head off, he wouldn't agree. He wouldn't stop until he had taken revenge himself.

After quickly finishing his food, Lu Wen locked the door and prepared to go check on Tony's home. Although his timing estimates suggested he was a little late, what if he wasn't?

Nothing could happen to his Baymax!

Reaching the rooftop, Lu Wen put on the Green Goblin flight suit, stepped onto the Glider, and headed straight for Tony's home! This was how he had flown back last night, much faster than waiting for a flight!

If he had known this would happen today, he wouldn't have come back at all. They were several thousand kilometers apart.

Inside Tony's estate, Tony was searching for clues with JARVIS, while Baymax helped Pepper Potts pack up, ready to run.

"Baymax, what are you doing?" Pepper Potts watched curiously as Baymax bustled back and forth on his short little legs.

"Lu Wen said Mr. Tony has gotten a little full of himself and might crash and burn. He told me to do my best to keep him and his property safe, so I'm moving the high-value items JARVIS listed to the lowest level of the garage."

Baymax answered honestly.

Pepper Potts's lips parted slightly. A little speechless and a little amused, she nodded. "Lu Wen is right. Good job, Baymax."

Hearing a woman's voice downstairs, Pepper Potts grabbed her bag and stormed down.

Baymax kept packing. He had moved all the valuables in Tony's garage to the lowest level. Tony was so focused that he completely failed to notice a plump white figure moving things a little at a time like an ant.

The bickering downstairs continued, while armed helicopters outside the windows were already closing in.

Then Baymax came squeaking out on his short little legs, carrying a large suitcase in each hand and a large bundle wrapped in curtains on his back.

"Uh... Baymax, what are you doing?" Tony asked the same question.

"Lu Wen told me to help you pack up and run," Baymax said honestly. "And this!" Baymax also took out a sensor patch for the Swarm Robots and stuck it onto Tony's temple.

Tony had completely lost his temper with this honest but somewhat stubborn robot.

While the three started arguing again over that Thunderous Giant Confucian Rabbit and whether they should run, Baymax also gathered up the Christmas stockings Tony had prepared for JARVIS and him from the fireplace.

Boom!

A missile blasted through the estate's wall.

As Tony summoned the Prodigal Son to protect Pepper Potts, he instinctively summoned the Swarm Robots as well!

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of Micro-Robots poured out of a huge crate in the corner of the second-level garage like a black flood! They shielded him, taking the blast's shock waves for him.

When he opened his eyes again and saw Maya knocked unconscious by the explosion, Baymax toppled over, and the house on the verge of collapse, Tony finally came to his senses.

The next moment, more missiles and a rain of bullets tore inside. Tony frantically directed the robots to block them.

But the materials Callaghan had used to build these robots weren't high-grade. They couldn't withstand this kind of firepower at all.

Tony realized this too. He simply stopped devoting all his effort to blocking the attacks and instead split the robots into three groups, which lifted Pepper Potts and the other two out of the villa.

After JARVIS confirmed that Pepper Potts and the other two were safe, Tony immediately recalled the Prodigal Son armor, ready to take out the bastards who had come to raid his home!

In that brief interval, Baymax used the Christmas stockings he had just collected to pack two bags of Micro-Robots and hung them on the Prodigal Son armor's back module.

Lu Wen had instructed him to do this too, to give Tony as much insurance as possible.

If Tony hadn't denied him permission to touch the armor, he would have already brought out two suits and placed them outside as backups.

Unfortunately, the garage was buried now, its door was jammed, and JARVIS couldn't summon any armor to help either.

The house kept collapsing. Since the Prodigal Son was still a prototype and many of its systems remained incomplete, Tony still couldn't stop any of it.

But this time, as he sank toward the seabed with the collapsing house, Tony controlled the Micro-Robots, wrapping them tightly around himself.