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The military's motivations were crystal clear—they wanted a piece of the Baymax Corporation's immensely profitable empire. Who wouldn't covet the revenue streams from advanced medical robots and miracle healing potions? With the T-virus threat neutralized by their antidote, they could finally act without fear of retaliation.
High above the cloud layer, the massive S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier cut through the atmosphere with mechanical precision. Fighter jets periodically returned from patrol missions, landing on the carrier's flight deck with practiced efficiency. Deep within the vessel's secured containment area, Loki sat imprisoned behind energy barriers while Fury conducted his interrogation.
Meanwhile, in the main conference room, Thor, Captain America, and the other assembled heroes sat around a circular glass table, each monitoring Loki's situation through individual screens.
In a separate chamber, Tony and Aidan continued their private conversation.
"For your own safety, you need to stay close to me—every step of the way," Tony said firmly, placing a protective hand on Aidan's shoulder. His expression carried the weight of genuine concern.
Aidan studied Tony's face for a long moment before breaking into an amused smile. "I appreciate the concern, really, but I think you're underestimating my capabilities."
"This isn't a joke, Aidan," Tony's frown deepened at his friend's cavalier attitude. "They're not going to send a strongly worded letter—these people play for keeps."
"I understand the seriousness of the situation," Aidan replied calmly. "But I prefer to handle my own problems."
"Handle them how? You think that fancy armor makes you invincible?" Tony's frustration was building. "These aren't street thugs—they have resources, backing, and a plan."
"Fine, fine," Aidan conceded with a dismissive wave. "I'll stick around for a while. It might be useful to gather more intelligence on S.H.I.E.L.D. anyway."
Tony visibly relaxed at this concession. His concern wasn't just for Aidan's wellbeing—he was terrified of what might happen if this escalated into open conflict. The Hand Island incident had demonstrated Aidan's willingness to embrace mutually assured destruction when cornered. The young man was brilliant but unpredictable, with a reckless streak that bordered on insanity.
The global implications were staggering. Baymax Corporation had established footholds worldwide, with their robots integrated into countless communities. If Aidan decided to weaponize his network, the carnage would be unprecedented. Tony had witnessed the combat capabilities of battle-modified Baymax units—even one gone rogue in an urban center could cause massive casualties.
They rejoined the main group in the central command room, where the discussion had turned to Loki's intentions.
"He commands an army called the Chitauri," Thor was explaining, arms crossed as he addressed the assembled team. "They're not of Asgard—their origins remain a mystery to us. Loki intends to lead them against your world, helping him claim Earth as his kingdom."
"In exchange for his conquest, he'll deliver the Tesseract to his benefactors," Thor continued grimly.
Captain America's jaw tightened. "An army... from space."
"But here's what bothers me," Rogers continued, his tactical mind working through the implications. "Why let himself be captured so easily? He can't lead an invasion from inside a cage."
"I wouldn't waste time trying to understand Loki's psychology," Bruce Banner interjected, shifting uncomfortably. "The man's mind is a labyrinth of madness. You can practically smell the insanity radiating from him."
Thor bristled at the criticism. "Watch your tongue, Banner. Loki may be beyond reason, but he remains a prince of Asgard—and my brother."
Natasha's voice cut through the tension with clinical precision. "He murdered eighty people in two days."
Thor's shoulders sagged in defeat. "He's... adopted."
Aidan, entering just as this exchange concluded, couldn't suppress a smile at Thor's admission. He and Tony joined the group along with Agent Coulson, who was briefing them on recent materials acquisitions by Hawkeye and Dr. Selvig.
"Let's focus on the technology," Bruce said, his scientific mind taking over. "Iridium... why would they need iridium specifically?"
"Stabilizing agent," Tony and Aidan replied simultaneously, their engineering backgrounds leading to the same conclusion.
Tony elaborated, moving toward the central console. "It prevents the portal from collapsing like it did at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility."
"More importantly," Aidan added, finding an empty chair, "it allows the portal to open wide enough and remain stable long enough for an entire army to pass through."
"Exactly," Tony confirmed, casually moving around the workstation. Aidan noticed the subtle placement of a small tracking device on one of the computer terminals—Tony was clearly conducting his own intelligence gathering.
"Are there special energy requirements for this process?" Captain America asked, struggling to follow the technical discussion.
"They'd need to heat the Cube to approximately 120 million Kelvin just to breach the Coulomb barrier," Bruce explained with scientific precision.
"Unless Selvig has discovered a method to stabilize quantum tunneling effects," he continued thoughtfully.
"If he's accomplished that breakthrough," Bruce added, "he could theoretically achieve heavy ion fusion using any reactor on the planet."
Captain America looked around the room with obvious frustration. "Could someone explain this in terms a soldier can understand?"
Aidan approached Bruce Banner with genuine interest. "How has your recent research been progressing?"
Bruce studied the young man with puzzled recognition. "I'm sorry, have we met?"
"Aidan Parker, founder of Baymax Corporation," Aidan extended his hand with a warm smile. "Please forgive the delayed introduction."
"Ah," Bruce's demeanor brightened as he shook hands. "You look different from your newspaper photos, but I'm familiar with your work. The healing potion is revolutionary technology, and the Baymax robots have transformed medical care worldwide."
"Don't forget the combat variants," Aidan added with a hint of mischief.
Bruce scratched his head awkwardly. "Yes, those too."
"I've been following your work as well," Aidan continued, producing a tablet that displayed surveillance footage. "Our company documented your medical assistance in an Argentine refugee camp last year. The dedication you showed to those patients was truly inspiring."
The screen showed Bruce treating sick and injured refugees with nothing but basic supplies and unwavering compassion. Under Yinsen's guidance, Baymax Corporation not only provided disaster relief but also identified and honored individuals making extraordinary contributions in crisis zones. Such people were often invited to serve as regional representatives, receiving equipment and resources to expand their humanitarian efforts.
"You were watching me?" Bruce seemed touched rather than concerned. "My small contributions hardly merit such attention."
"I disagree completely," Aidan replied earnestly. "During my time away, I've come to appreciate the true value of compassion in action. Your work exemplifies everything Baymax Corporation strives to achieve."
Bruce's expression reflected deep appreciation for the company's humanitarian mission. His time in hiding had given him profound respect for organizations that brought hope to desperate situations. The image of cheerful Baymax robots providing expert medical care in the world's darkest corners resonated strongly with his own values.
"Would you consider joining our organization?" Aidan asked, his enthusiasm obvious. "Yinsen has been complaining about our staffing shortage for months. Your expertise and experience would be invaluable."