NARRATION – THE WATCHER
Every creator must choose:
What do they build first — a sword, or a shield?
The boy who dreamed of saving his father has already crafted a mind.
Now, he reaches for something gentler.
Not a warrior.
A healer.
Not something to fight...
But something to hold.
STARK TOWER – WEEK FIVE
Two weeks after finishing Atlas, Nolan had another strange dream.
Not a nightmare.
A memory he'd never lived.
A white, balloon-like robot hugged a child with messy brown hair.
It scanned the kid's body, then offered a lollipop.
Nolan had never seen that robot before.
Not in real life. Not online.
But the image stuck.
The next morning, he told Atlas:
"I want to build that."
"You want to build… a marshmallow?" Atlas asked.
"No. A healthcare robot."
STEP 1 – THE PURPOSE
Nolan named the new project: Baymax.
He wouldn't be a fighter. Not a weapon.
He'd be something the world didn't expect from a Stark:
Kindness.
Nolan's goals were clear:
• Scan and diagnose illnesses early
• Offer comfort and care
• Hug, heal, help
• And one day—be affordable for everyone
Atlas paused, then said:
"That's not just advanced. That's revolutionary."
"Good," Nolan replied. "Let's make history."
STARK TOWER LAB – BLUEPRINT NOTES (SKIMMED)
Project Name: BAYMAX
Type: Personal Healthcare Companion
Look: White, inflatable, soft, friendly
Voice: Calm, gender-neutral
Modules:
• Stark Medical Nanite Scanner
• Tadashi Hamada-style chip interface
• StarkSoft Empathy Matrix
• Carbon-weave skeleton under vinyl polymer
Combat: Limited to defensive actions only
Why?
I couldn't stop her cancer.
But maybe I can stop the next one.
FLASHBACK – ELORA'S LAST WORDS
ELORA (in memory):
"Don't waste your life trying to undo mine...
Live. Build.
Fix someone else. That's how you save me."
DAY 3 – THE BODY
Baymax v1 collapsed on startup.
Too light in the wrong places.
Folded like a deflated pancake.
NOLAN:
"Oh good. Another floppy marshmallow corpse."
ATLAS:
"If failure were fuel, you'd power Manhattan."
NOLAN:
"Remind me to uninstall your sarcasm module."
ATLAS:
"Right after I fix your math."
They redesigned the frame with soft robotics—flexible, strong, but non-threatening.
Baymax got two dot eyes, round arms for hugs, and a soft vinyl exterior.
Atlas called it "a balloon with fists."
Nolan grinned.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
DAY 6 – THE BRAIN
Baymax wasn't meant to be like Atlas.
Too much power would be dangerous.
Instead, Nolan trained a lightweight AI on real medical scenarios—grief, panic, triage, hope.
Enough to care.
Not enough to rebel.
He installed the core medical chip.
Red with gold trim.
Engraved with initials: E.V.
Elora Vance.
TEST RUN – BAYMAX v0.8
The white balloon inflated slowly with a soft hiss.
Its blue eyes blinked twice.
BAYMAX:
"Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion."
Nolan's face lit up.
"Yes! It works!"
Baymax tilted its head.
"You are exhibiting signs of exhaustion and elevated cortisol.
Would you prefer: a lollipop, a hug, or a tai chi demonstration?"
NOLAN:
"I'm so glad I didn't give you a flamethrower."
PRESENTATION – TO PEPPER AND TONY
Nolan led Pepper and Tony into the lab.
Baymax stood proudly beside him, hands folded, soft glow in his eyes.
BAYMAX:
"Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion."
Pepper gasped.
"Oh my god. He's adorable."
Tony raised an eyebrow.
"He looks like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man went to med school."
NOLAN:
"Class-3 medical unit. He scans vitals, dispenses nanites, performs CPR or Krav Maga.
Adorableness is just a side effect."
Tony circled the robot.
"Power source?"
"Mini arc core with graphene filters.
Low-draw AI. Solar recharge when idle."
"And the brain?"
"Custom-built. Emotion AI only. Locked out of combat unless someone's in danger."
Tony paused.
"You programmed it to hug people?"
BAYMAX:
"Would you like a hug?"
PEPPER:
"Yes. Yes, I would."
Baymax wrapped her in a soft, warm embrace.
The hiss of vinyl.
The weight of something safe.
Pepper blinked back tears.
TONY'S POV – SILENCE
Fifteen.
The kid was fifteen.
Built Atlas.
Now this.
Not just code.
Not just tech.
But heart.
"You planning to keep this private?" Tony asked.
"No," Nolan said. "I want to sell it."
Tony blinked.
"Sell it?"
"For recognition. For funding.
If the world's gonna notice me…
I want it to be for saving lives."
Tony looked at him for a long moment.
Then grinned.
"Stark Expo's next week.
You're on."
ROOFTOP – LATER THAT NIGHT
Nolan sat beside Pepper on the edge of the rooftop, city lights glowing below.
PEPPER:
"If she could see you now…"
NOLAN (softly):
"She can't.
But maybe… maybe I can bring her back.
In something I build."
PEPPER:
"She'd be proud.
Not because you're brilliant.
But because you give a damn."
She put her arm around him.
NOLAN (murmuring):
"I just don't want him to die in a cave."
PEPPER:
"What?"
NOLAN (quickly):
"Nothing. Just a weird dream I had."
She didn't press.
But she watched him a little longer that night.
NARRATION – THE WATCHER
They say true creation is part science… part soul.
In this boy's hands, both burn bright.
Baymax wasn't made to fight.
But he will protect.
He will heal.
And maybe one day—
The world will be saved not by a weapon…
But by something soft.