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After they finished the campus tour, Hank came back with news. "President Dennis agreed to meet. He wants you there." They'd been trying to reach Yinsen first, but the guy wasn't picking up, and now Aidan had just shown up directly. Made things simpler.
After saying goodbye to Xavier, Aidan followed Hank to wherever this meeting was happening.
The whole human-mutant thing had been a mess for years. Only reason it wasn't a complete shitshow right now was because they'd locked up Magneto, and Xavier kept preaching peace. So they'd set up this mediation council—humans on one side, mutants on the other, trying to talk instead of fight. Hank was basically the mutant ambassador.
Guy used to be just a regular scientist, except he was born with these oversized hands and feet. Tried to fix himself with some serum, but instead of making him normal, it turned him into... well, this blue furry beast-looking thing. Some assholes found out, kidnapped his parents, made him work for them. Xavier rescued him, and now here he was—the face of mutant diplomacy.
They ended up at a military base in the city. Security checks, more security checks, finally got to this cramped conference room packed with suits. Soon as Aidan walked in, every face turned his way.
"Aidan... uh..." This stocky Black guy in a suit came up, looked excited but then seemed to realize he had no idea how to address a teenager who ran a global corporation.
"Just Mr. Parker's fine," Aidan said, shaking his hand. Found a seat next to Hank, went through the whole handshake routine with everyone. Then he looked at the guy sitting in the middle—had to be President Dennis. Well-dressed, graying hair, the kind of politician who probably practiced his smile in the mirror.
"Mr. President," Aidan said, "gotta say, country's doing pretty well under your leadership. Economy's up, approval ratings are solid. Thinking about another term?"
Dennis went still for a second. Smart guy—he caught the implication. His expression flickered, then went back to politician-neutral. "Does Baymax Corporation have a proposal for us today?"
Didn't say yes, didn't say no. Wanted to see what Aidan was asking for first.
"I'm here to solve your mutant problem so New York doesn't tear itself apart."
"And how exactly do you propose to do that?" someone jumped in immediately.
"Just came from Xavier's school. He's agreed to bring the whole Institute into Baymax Corp. Gonna make him head of our 'Cure Vaccination Program'—he'll oversee the suppressant distribution."
The stocky guy who'd been friendly before was frowning now. "You want mutants supervising their own cure? How do we know they'll actually get everyone injected?"
"Because I don't want everyone injected," Aidan said. "It's voluntary."
That got the room buzzing. "What about the ones who refuse?" Multiple voices, all asking the same thing. These people wanted every mutant depowered, obviously.
"Baymax wants to buy up the area around Xavier's school—whole suburb in Westchester. Build a proper mutant community there." Aidan watched their faces carefully. "Then they work with us on disaster relief worldwide. Shows everyone that mutants are heroes, not threats." He paused. "If the President backs this plan, he'll go down as the guy who solved the mutant crisis."
Dennis was thinking—you could see the political calculations happening behind his eyes. But everyone else? They looked like someone had just told them Christmas was canceled.
"Absolutely not!" one suit exploded. "They can't join your company!"
"They're unstable enough as is!" another one chimed in. "Adding them to Baymax? That's a disaster waiting to happen!"
The room erupted—everyone talking over each other, voices getting louder. Only Dennis stayed quiet, still calculating.
Thing was, even if they said no... who was gonna stop it? Xavier had already agreed. The mutants were basically joining Baymax whether these guys liked it or not. Unless they had those Sentinel robots ready to go, which they probably didn't. And after what happened with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s computers, did they really want to bet that Aidan hadn't already hacked their classified programs?
"Alright," Aidan said when the shouting died down, "let's hear your actual objections. With reasoning."
The room went quiet. Because what were they gonna say? "We don't want mutants to have jobs?" "American citizens can't work for international companies?" Baymax wasn't even a country—just a corporation. They had no legal grounds to stop it.
People started looking at each other, probably trying to figure out how to say "we want to control them" without actually saying it.
Dennis jumped back in. "Any other proposals from Baymax?"
"Yeah, one more thing. If we're really solving this, I need Magneto released so I can negotiate with his people."
"Most of the Brotherhood's on wanted lists," Chief Kenster said, spreading his hands. "We can't just—"
"Obviously," Aidan cut him off. "But the ones willing to take the suppressant and go back to normal life? Maybe commute their sentences. The ones who never actually hurt anyone? Let 'em go clean. What do you think, Mr. President?"
That set off another round of arguing. Release Magneto? The guy who could turn every piece of metal in a city into a weapon? Half the room looked ready to have heart attacks.
Aidan ignored the shouting and looked straight at Dennis, who was still thinking everything through. Then he stood up.
"Mr. President, take a couple days to think it over. Baymax will support whatever decision you make."
The unspoken part hung in the air: But the mutants are joining us either way, so you can either be part of the solution or watch it happen without you.
PLZ THROW POWERSTONES.