Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6. I also do not know the Marvel character appearing later in this chapter.

Now put on some nice music, preferably some Monstercat stuff. I think you'll like it.

Chapter 1 – Go Go Delivers

The alarm went off, and before it could ring twice, Go Go's hand came down upon the clock. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up straight in her bed. The sun was just about to peak over the horizon.

Twilight. This was her favorite time of day. The quiet, the cool air, the stillness around her…

OK, maybe not right then. Honey Lemon's snoring was currently cutting through said stillness, but luckily the earplugs at least helped her enough to get some sleep.

She stepped out of her bed, her legs immediately being swarmed by balls of fur.

"OK. C'mon. You guys are probably hungry."

Moments later, the cats were headfirst into their food bowls, Go Go watching them. She took a head count and noticed something was off.

"Where's your sister at?"

A quick check in the cat bed turned up the last kitten, upside down as she was still asleep.

Smiling, Go Go scratched its belly. "C'mon, Harley. Wake up; you're dreaming."

Slowly, the brown and white cat turned over, blinked, and looked up at its owner. It let out a soft meow as it made its way over to her sisters.

An unexpected outcome of them saving Fish Town from Obake's plan came in the form of four cats (well, one cat and three kittens) that Go Go had attempted to reunite with their family to no avail. After a couple of weeks with no takers, she had taken them in herself. A few vet visits and vaccinations later, they had settled into the top level of her apartment. She was worried initially about what Honey Lemon would think, who was also a fairly new addition to her home. Unsure, Go Go had tried to sequester the felines to the upstairs.

And then during the tail-end of a late night conversation with her, Star had poked her head down the stairs.

And cuteness overload had begun.

The two ended up staying up another thirty minutes, Honey Lemon giggling madly and playing with the cats and Go Go sitting there staring at her. When she had asked the Korean if the kittens had names yet, she made the mistake of saying no. Honey Lemon's head was halfway into the monitor of her computer looking up cat names before Go Go promised her she could name two of the kittens if they could just go to bed.

After they got back from their statue ceremony, they finally came up with names. Star had already been taken by the mother, the all-white kitten was dubbed Bianca, and the black and white one was christened Luna. The brown and white one, who was currently sleeping in her food bowl, was-

Wait.

Go Go had walked back up the stairs, cereal in her hand, to see the runt of the group just napping away in her food bowl. Amused, she turned to Star, who had perched herself on her bed. "Make sure she eats her food. I have to go soon. Meow very loudly for Honey Lemon if you need anything, OK?"

She stepped out into the cool air, her blades now on her feet. She pressed a few buttons on her gloves as she tried to find some good traveling songs for the morning. The gloves that Hiro had given her for Christmas were a lifesaver, able to wirelessly connect to her phone as well as all of her music.

Go Go started scrolling through the menus. Nothing seemed good. And then she got to the end.

Turns out even Fred knew how to add stuff to her phone. There was a bunch of new music added, with a little note from Fred: Blast it to eleven on your adventures around the city!

"I wouldn't exactly call them...adventures," she muttered as she scrolled through the list. "More like...expeditions. But the sentiment is appreciated."

She hit the Restart button to reboot the tech. It hadn't been turned off in a while, and she didn't want two stubs as hands from overtaxing the gloves. Once rebooted, she chose a random song and hit Play.

She gave it a few seconds, nodding her head to the beat. "Hmm. Not bad, Fred. Don't remember hearing this on that car soccer game you play, but whatever."

She looked down at her wrist to see the title. "Huh. Always wanted to go there."

With that, she was off.

Since it was so early in the morning, the streets of San Fransokyo were more open to her than normal. She could take to the center of the road and not have to worry about cars for the most part. It being Sunday didn't hurt either.

That was part of the reason why she had taken the job at the courier's office in the first place. Flexible hours, good pay. Didn't need a car. She did have her cycle for heavier things, but a lot of the stuff she delivered was hand-to-hand, which was significantly easier to do on her blades.

Her first stop, however, was not the post office.

Aunt Cass was standing in front of the Lucky Cat Cafe, a cup of coffee and a pastry in her hands. She smiled as Go Go got closer. "Good morning, Go Go."

"Morning, Aunt Cass. The usual?"

She held her arms out to the Korean. "Got you covered."

"Thanks." She took a strong swig of the coffee. "Hiro still in bed?"

"Yeah. I let him sleep in for a little bit."

"A little too young to need beauty rest, isn't he?"

"Well, he was up late last night. Working in the garage with Karmi on something."

Go Go raised her eyebrow. "Oh? What were they working on?"

"Who knows?" Aunt Cass shrugged. "Although I did hear someone scream out there. I didn't hear much more than that."

"...So you'll tell me later?"

"As long as you don't make fun of him."

"Aunt Cass, I would never." Go Go started to drift away from her, towards the downhill part of the road. "What kind of friend do you think I am to Hiro? Certainly not one to pry into every single aspect of his social life."

"Uh huh." She crossed her arms as Go Go almost reached the crest of the down-slope. "How exactly do you plan on getting to your job on time? Isn't it all the way down near the water?"

"Simple." Go Go gave her two fingered salute, smiling. "Inertia."

Without turning around, she went down the hill, leaving Aunt Cass with her own smirk.

"Kids these days."

One full backpack and stomach later, Go Go was busy trotting out her mail to the denizens of San Fransokyo. The music was still blaring in her ears, but her attention was still as sharp as ever, even with more cars starting to appear on the road.

The first stop was the port, delivering some very important papers to the fisherman there. It was nice to see all of the guys there, who knew her by name, and also tried to trip her up with the catch of the day...literally.

She ducked as the third salmon came flying over her head, the foreman signing for the package on the 3D display from her glove. "You guys have to work on your aim."

"We'd be better if you came around more often."

"I've been a little busy. Sorry that I can't be your target practice."

"We'd normally have Carl," the foreman said, finishing his signature with a flourish, "But he's home resting."

"From what?"

"...Fish to the face."

A few stops later, she was at the church, handing off some poster tubes to the pastor there. She should've gone there first and gotten it over with, because all of the old people were just beginning service and started asking questions about her marital status.

Yup, Go Go got out of there real quick.

Her next stop was back up the hill, so Go Go grabbed one of the trolley cars going up and held onto the pole from the outside. The conductors didn't mind; they knew she was good for the fare.

She took a glance above the Golden Gate Bridge and saw some gray clouds forming above them. Great, just what she needed. Inclement weather incoming.

"You know, they said that it brings good luck for the young."

Go Go turned to the old woman in the trolley. "Huh?"

"The storm." She nodded off to the clouds coming in.

"...Who's 'they'?"

"The elders, sweetie." The woman turned her attention back to Go Go. "Tell me, Dearie, have you checked your astrological houses recently? They could really help you out."

Go Go stared at her wordlessly. She slowly let go of the pole she was holding and let the trolley continue up the hill, leaving her at the next intersection.

"...Why can't I just talk to a normal person for a change?" She turned to skate off. "Maybe someone younger?"

One minute later...

Go Go pried open the door of the daycare center, the crowd of ankle-biters grasping at her legs. "OK, maybe a little too young!"

She slammed the door closed, danger averted.

Or at least she thought.

"Are you my mommy?"

Eyes widened, she glanced down at her leg, where a young child was still bear-hugging her shin.

"...No."

Another minute later...

Go Go sat down on the curb, her energy bar almost gone. She was almost done with her deliveries (and child-leech free). There was just one place left to go, according to her checklist.

She skimmed to the end of the display on her glove...and grinned.

Her very last stop was a flower shop all the way across town. Go Go pulled up to the parking spot right in front on her motorcycle. Carrying two relatively heavy boxes with her hands wasn't going to cut it, especially with the distance.

As she put her kickstand up, she looked at the sign hanging above the green awning: Rodrigo's Roses. It was a small place, but it was where Honey Lemon got all of her flowers for the apartment, and she was also friends with the owner. Go Go was as well, but...

Well, you'll see.

She walked through the front door, the bell ringing over her head. "Hey, Old Man, I've told you a million times you should update your sign. You'd probably sell more stuff that way."

The man behind the counter looked up and grinned. "Go Go! ¿Como estas? Haven't seen you around in a while!"

"Good, Mr. Reyes." She walked over to some of the shelves, seeing if there was anything Honey Lemon would want. "I got a couple of boxes for you. Seeds and all that."

"You know, mi nieto is coming into town today. I'm sure he would love to meet you."

"For the last time, Old Man, I'm not looking to settle down." This was a game that he liked to play with her: constantly try to set her up with his grandson. He had never met the guy, but Mr. Reyes had shared enough information about him to fill an encyclopedia, ranging from his job as an auto-mechanic to his run-ins with the law to everything in between.

"He is a nice boy, Go Go! He deserves someone like you to set him straight."

"I'm sure he is, Mr. Reyes." Smirking slightly, she started to head back to the door. "Let me grab those boxes for you."

So, here's the thing.

Go Go, whether on her skates or her cycle, was great at seeing everything on the road. She had to. Safety first and everything.

On her feet...kind of a klutz.

So much so that she didn't even see the door open again.

WOMP!

Go Go walked right smack into the newcomer's chest. She paused for a moment to clear her head, and looked up to see herself in the visor of a motorcycle helmet.

"Uhh...sorry."

The mysterious person brought his gloved hands up to his helmet, lifting it off of his head. Shaking his hair out, he slicked it back, the thick white stripe settling almost perfectly down the middle. He had a fair amount of stubble on his tanned face, a perfect match to the jacket he was wearing. Two white stripes were vertical on his jacket, coming together at the top horizontally.

"No prob."

Um. Earth to Go Go.

She noticed that her hands were still on his chest and quickly brought them back down. "Sorry."

"You already said that." Narrowing his eyes, he creaked open the door for her. "You headin' out?"

"Uhh...yeah. Just grabbing some boxes for inside."

"Here." He leaned back as far as he could while still holding the door. "I got it."

"...Thanks."

Still a little mesmerized, she walked out and grabbed one of the boxes. The newcomer leaned out of the store and propped the door open with his foot. "Here, give it to me."

Silent, Go Go handed it to him. He scooted back into the doorway and yelled out to Mr. Reyes.

"Yo, abuelo! Where do you want these boxes at?"

Now, Go Go didn't know a lot of Spanish (although Honey Lemon was doing her best to rectify that), but she certainly knew what that word was.

Which meant that the newcomer was-

"Roberto!"

Oh no.

…Ohhhh no.

Go Go walked back into the store to see Mr. Reyes hugging the newcomer. "I didn't know you'd be here so soon."

"They gave me the day off, abuelo. I figured I'd come up early and help out."

"Such a sweet boy. Come on, come on." The old man gestured over to the counter, where he and Go Go put their respective boxes. "We need to properly introduce ourselves." He rotated him around to face her. "Go Go, this...is my grandson. Roberto Reyes."

"It's...Robbie. For short." He rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. "No one called me Roberto anymore, except for Gramps."

"Cute." She found herself relaxing a little bit more. "Go Go."

The phone rang from the back office, and Mr. Reyes started walking toward it. "I'll just let you two talk, OK?"

As soon as he picked up the phone, Robbie turned back to Go Go. "Wait. Does that mean you're..."

"I'm what?"

"Gramps always calls me and mentions some girl who delivers to him that would make a good-" He stopped short, realizing what he was saying. "Oh, dios mio. I'm so sorry. I assume he gave the same talk to you?"

"...He sure did."

Well, this was getting awkward rather quick. Go Go looked outside to try to find something to break the silence, and noticed a black motorcycle parked right next to hers that she hadn't noticed before. "That your ride?"

Robbie followed her gaze and nodded. "Yup. That yours?"

"Yup. Wanna see?"

"Sure."

They both went out to the sidewalk, where he bent over her bike to examine it. "This is pretty top shelf. You make it yourself?"

"Hours upon hours of hard work, and more money than I care to admit, but yeah."

"Horsepower?"

"About 95, but more if I can push it." Go Go looked over at his cycle. "Yours isn't too bad, either. Not as high tech, though."

"Gotta make do with what I got around the garage and scrapyard. But it gets the job done." He turned to her, grinning. "Wanna hear it purr?" Without waiting for a response, he got onto his cycle and started to rev the handle...only for nothing to happen.

"Wait, what?"

"Wow. Color me impressed."

"Haha, very funny." He lifted the cover off of his engine cover, looking it over. "That's the problem with tech these days. A million things can go wrong."

"The coolant."

"Huh?"

"The coolant," she repeated, tapping one of the compartments on the side. "See? Bone dry. Older bikes, especially ones like yours that are made of a bunch of different manufacturers, need more coolant to make longer trips. Here." She lifted her bike seat and threw a green bottle at him. "That should hold you over until you get back to wherever."

"Santa Cruz."

"Oh yeah, that's definitely enough."

Robbie glanced at her as he poured the liquid into the engine. "You sure know your way around a bike. Gramps didn't exaggerate when he talked about you."

Go Go opened her mouth to respond, but Mr. Reyes came out the store, holding some papers. "Go Go! I hate to be a pain, but can you take these down to the police station?"

She took them from him and scanned them over. "These...are police reports. What happened?"

"Are these from the robberies last month?" his grandson asked.

"Si, si," Mr. Reyes affirmed. "Someone keeps taking soil and seed out of my storage. No idea how. At first, I thought I was just going crazy, but it's gotten to the point where stock is starting to suffer. I went to the police, but they told me to file a report." He turned to Go Go. "I would do it myself, but I have to stay here."

"Umm...sure. No problem."

"You're a lifesaver, Go Go. Now, excuse me; I have to finish with this call."

As Mr. Reyes walked away, both Robbie and Go Go looked over the papers. "He never told me about anyone stealing from him," Go Go said. "That's messed up."

"Probably didn't want to bother you with it," he replied, peeking over her shoulder. "He barely told me about it. I tell you, if I find out who did this, I swear en mi abuela that I'll-"

He stopped as he noticed Go Go mouthing something to herself. "What's up?"

"Suspects left one red and one yellow cloth tied to the fence at the scene of the crime. No identifying markings..." she whispered. She rolled the paper up and stuffed it into her seat. "I know exactly who it is."

"How do you-" He got cut off again as Go Go grabbed her helmet. "Hey, where are you going?"

"To get back your granddad's stuff."

"And how are you going to do that?"

Go Go smirked, looking back at him. "Can't tell you that."

She turned back toward the road, cutting the engine on. She felt another weight come down on her bike as Robbie got onto the seat behind her, helmet in his hand.

"Oh no, you don't! You're about to do something stupid! And I want in!"

"They call themselves the Potters. It's a street gang that specialize in small-time crimes. Like what happened at your granddad's store, they normally only take enough for their needs to avoid suspicion. They rely on owners not going to the police and reporting them. The problem is that the group hits a lot of places at the same time and moves the stock all around the city so the cops can't track it. But they always leave the same thing at the crime scene: one red and one yellow bandanna. It's a way to mark their territory."

"And you know all of this...how?"

Go Go paused. He didn't really want to tell him that the Big Hero 6 team had busted them some time ago, so she had to think of something quick. "Umm...one of my friends got robbed a while ago. Same people. They got busted back then, but it looks like they didn't learn their lesson. If I remember correctly..."

She cut off the engine to the bike, letting it glide the last few feet before coming to a stop. "Their warehouse was right here."

Go Go took her helmet off, trying hard not to notice Robbie's arms still around her waist. She had certainly felt them all throughout the ride, gripping her tightly enough that his biceps were defined even under his jacket.

"C'mon, Leiko," Go Go thought, pinching her nose. "Keep your shorts on. You've only known him for maybe twenty minutes. It's not like he's a stubborn hothead like yourself and made his own bike and is built like a-"

She stopped herself, frowning. Man, I'm going to need to have a talk with myself after this.

The two got off of her bike, parking it next to a large shrub. They were in the woods now, the trees providing some cover to the large warehouse that they were walking toward. Go Go bent down behind some branches as she neared the clearing, Robbie taking a position on her right.

"See?" She pointed to the entrance, where two men were standing guard. The red and yellow bandannas around their sleeves were a dead giveaway. "This must be where they're keeping all of the stuff."

"Nice job, Detective," Robbie joked. "Now, how are we going to get into there (he pointed to the warehouse) from here (he pointed to the ground) without them noticing?" He spotted a high window on the far wall. "Hey, maybe we can climb up there?"

He heard a rustle of the bush next to him, and turned to see Go Go walking straight ahead, right at the two men.

"Or...we can do that. That's cool, too."

Inside, the men were busy shuffling around boxes upon boxes of goods in the dim light. The boss, towering over them all, was busy barking orders.

"Hey, pick up the pace! This stuff ain't gonna move itself!"

There was a loud knock on the garage door. The boss turned to one of his subordinates. "You. Open the door! It's probably Nico coming back from his heist."

The man went over to the control panel on the wall and hit the green button. The door was open halfway when a mass came through, hitting him and throwing him into a bunch of soil bags.

"What the-"

Through the door came Robbie, cracking his knuckles. "Hey! Don't stop the party, now that we're here! I want a word with the man in charge!"

"For the record," Go Go deadpanned, stepping over the two unconscious guys to stand next to Robbie, "I wanted to just talk. You were the one who started throwing punches. That was all you."

"Yup. All me."

"...You clearly don't pick up on sarcasm well."

"Yo!"

The two stopped to face the boss, who was pointing from him to her rapidly. "You two got a lot of nerve coming in here like this! You know what the Potters do to people like you?"

"Yeah, let's talk about that for a second," Robbie said, ignoring his threat. "Potters? Really? You couldn't come up with a better name? Something a little more...scary?"

"Here's something scary for ya." The man pulled a remote out of his coat and pressed the sole button on it. With a loud clank, the door closed behind Go Go & Robbie, cutting off their exit. "Boys...rough them up a little."

The duo backed up into the door as several goons started to advance on them. Go Go turned to Robbie, who was looking around wildly for something to defend himself. "Got any ideas, smart guy?"

"One." He nodded off to the side, where a pile of chains laid on the ground. "I'll grab that, and I can start swinging. You?"

She took a boxer's stance, arms out in front of her face. "I can defend myself just fine."

"Not with those gloves, you're not. The fancy schmancy ones?"

"Hey, it's all I got! It's not like they can turn into a weapon or-"

She got cut off as her gloves started to glow blue. It was so bright, even the men advancing had to stop and cover their eyes.

Once the light died down, Go Go saw what had happened: the gloves, normally fingerless, were now full-on padded gloves, the tech visible through the fabric crackling with electricity. A couple stray bolts shot around them as Go Go stared at them.

"...Huh. I didn't know they could do that." Renewed with energy, she balled her fists together. "Note to self: remind me to thank Hiro later."

"Yeah, whoever this Hiro guy is, have him make a pair for me."

The boss, recovering from his surprise, pointed at them again. "What're you guys standing around for? Get 'em!"

Robbie dove to his left for the chains as the men stampeded forward. Go Go turned on the spot, kicking off of the door and letting her forward momentum pack some extra power into the first goon.

One of the men who had started toward Robbie turned toward Go Go, a scared look on his face. "Holy-"

His sentence got cut off as the chain link wrapped around his neck, Robbie at the other end of it. With a heave, he threw him into the nearest pile of boxes.

"Hey! Language, pal!"

Go Go launched another right hook at a guy, connecting to his jaw. Dazed, he never felt the leg sweep from underneath, his body falling to the ground.

"Tell me something," Robbie asked, the chains now wrapped around his arms. "Your days always like this?"

"Nope," Go Go responded, ducking a punch and countering with one of her own. "Sometimes...my roommate likes to flood my apartment with butterflies."

"...You live a weird life."

A few moments later, the fight was over. All of the gang members were on the ground, some groaning with pain and others still out cold. Go Go straightened up, panting heavily. Robbie was a little worse for wear, sweat and grease on his face and a few cuts on his jacket, but otherwise good.

"Hey, whatever happened to that boss guy?"

Robbie looked around and saw him making a break towards a back door. "Runnin', that's what!"

Go Go grabbed a nearby barrel and tore the top off of it. Aiming carefully, she tossed it at him, careening off several surfaces before hitting him square in the back of the head.

The lid came back to her hand perfectly as she popped a bubble with her gum. Turning to her left, she saw Robbie, slack-jawed. "What?"

"...Marry me?"

"No," Go Go deadpanned, although she could feel the heat from her cheeks flare up. Maybe she could pass it off as fatigue.

Regaining his composure, Robbie walked over to the boss, grabbing his hair to raise his head. "Now, about that word."

"I ain't talking! Especially not to kids like you!"

"Hey! I just turned twenty a week ago!"

"Robbie." Go Go put her hand on his back. "Let me take a crack at this."

"I ain't afraid of you, girly!"

She simply put her other hand on the ground, electricity crackling around her glove. "Maybe you should be." Seeing him recoil, she continued on. "Here's what's going to happen. You...are going to return everything you stole, including the stuff from Rodrigo Reyes. And then you're going to turn yourself into the police. In exchange, we don't do any more damage to your boys."

Go Go leaned closer, the blue from her glove shining in her eyes. "So...do we have ourselves a deal?"

"I can't believe it! Everything is back! I can't thank you enough, Go Go!"

"Don't thank me, Old Man," she shrugged. "Thank the police. They were the ones that found everything. Right, Robbie?"

Go Go glanced to her left and stuck out an elbow into Robbie's gut. "Right?"

"Uhh...yeah. Definitely."

"Smooth."

The two were back at the flower shop, a little over an hour after their excursion with the Potters. True to their word, the gang had emptied out the warehouse in record time, taking all of the stock over to the police station. Suffice to say, the officers were a little shocked, just enough for Go Go and Robbie to make off with his granddad's belongings.

Hey, they wouldn't miss it, right?

Go Go brought up the clock on her glove, the light a little dimmer due to the lost energy. "I have to go. I have to get all of these signatures back to the courier's office." She waved to the two as she turned to walk out of the store. "I'll see you later, Mr. Reyes."

"Bye, Go Go!"

She opened the door, the bell chiming again. It seemed hard to believe that it was only hitting noon now. She was going to need another cup of coffee after this. And maybe, like, twenty hours of sleep.

"Hey!"

Go Go grimaced as she turned on Robbie walking out the shop and up to her. "What?"

"I have, like...so many questions right now. I don't even know where to start."

"Drop it."

"Huh?" Robbie said, confused.

"You're going to thank me for helping out your granddad, and you probably are going to try to offer me something in return for it, right?" Go Go said. "I don't need anything, OK? He has his stuff back; that's all that matters."

He grinned. "So...can I take you out to dinner...or something?"

"...Wow. You're really not good at this, are you?"

"Give me a break; I don't normally come across girls like you where I'm at."

"And I don't normally come across stubborn guys who don't know how to take a hint like you."

They both stared at each other for a few moments, not giving an inch. Finally, Go Go sighed.

"Give me your phone."

Robbie pulled out his cell, and she hovered her hand over the screen. Soft blue light covered the front, wirelessly transmitting the data over to him.

"Call me," she said as she pulled her hand away, "And we'll set up something."

She got up on her cycle, starting it up. She was just about to put her helmet on when she felt something on her shoulder.

"You give me a fake number or something?"

"No." She turned to face him. "Why?"

He held up his cell, showing her the number and name that was given to him. "This says Leiko on here."

Robbie only got a smirk in return as she put her helmet on. "See you later...Roberto."

Go Go pulled up to her apartment, absolutely beat. It was now early afternoon, and normally she would be getting ready to go out on patrol or make some adjustments to her bicycle. The only thing she wanted, however, was a pillow to put her head upon.

She unlocked the door and walked through, dragging her helmet behind her. "Hey, Honey Lemon. How was-"

She stopped, noticing her roommate sitting at the table, a very suspiciously large smile on her face. "Um...are you OK?"

"I'm perfectly fine."

"...No, you're perfectly creepy. Did something happen? Did Harley finish her food?"

"Oh yeah, she's fine," Honey Lemon said, waving her off. "But I heard about the strangest thing today."

Uh oh. This level of excitement could only mean something bad.

"I was making a dress for one of my online buyers, and I needed some flowers to put on the hems. So I called Rodrigo's..."

Oh crap, Go Go thought.

"And he told me that you and his grandson totally hit it off today! And that you're going on a date!"

"It's not like that."

The two girls continued to stare at each other for a long moment. Unfortunately, Go Go was the one who blinked first.

"You're not going to let this go until I give you every single detail, are you?"

"Nope!" the Latina replied, her smile growing wider.

Go Go rubbed her eyes as she stepped forward. "Can I at least get coffee first?"

In about two seconds, there was a steaming mug of java in front of the chair next to Honey Lemon. She could've sworn there wasn't even any coffee in the pot behind her. "Umm..."

"Sooo." Honey Lemon patted the chair next to her, beckoning her roommate toward her. "What are you waiting for?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Holy.

Crap.

I did not think this would be this long. I also think I say this with every chapter I put up.

So, that mystery Marvel character I teased at the beginning. Give a big welcome to the BH6-verse version of Robbie Reyes...aka the New Ghost Rider. I hope that I did him justice with the writing.

I also have to get better at writing action sequences, because I don't think I'm particularly good at them. That's why the one in here is a little shorter. And the Spanish? We're not going to talk about the Spanish. I took seven years of it in middle/high school; you'd think I'd be able to do a little more. Nope.

I absolutely loved writing this chapter. I don't know why exactly. Maybe it's the thought of writing about a new couple (granted, one of my making). Maybe it's because of all of the callbacks I put in.

Or maybe because I managed to sneak in twenty-two Rocket League/Monstercat song titles into this story.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forgot to mention that? Want to find them all? Just make your own playlist of Rocket League/Monstercat songs (or have your own Fred make one for you) and have at it. If you find them all, you win...the satisfaction of knowing all of the titles in the story.

I can't guarantee that any of the other chapters of this story will be this long. Or this extravagant. But I guess we'll find out soon, because we'll be dining in with Karmi in Chapter 2. I'm sure a certain celebrity chef will be popping up there at some point.

Read and review, if you like. Until next time, everyone.