Of all the things Tadashi Hamada had been expecting, a sudden gust of air disabling his suit was not one of them. And neither was falling into what was apparently gang territory.
He knew that sometimes at this hour of night, Hiro liked to take to the skies with Baymax. Of course as protective big brother, he liked to find a nice shady spot to watch Hiro. Check up on him.
He couldn't get too close to home,after all; chances of someone recognizing him were too high, and he wasn't ready for that quite yet. Hiro had to be the first to know.
Of course, tumbling with a parachute down into gang territory with a gray and green squirrel suit and helmet wasn't exactly the best idea, and Tadashi very quickly found himself surrounded by large men who looked more than pleased such a strange sight landed on their streets.
Tadashi could more than easily take them, assuming they pulled no weapons. He was a master of hand-to-hand combat and martial arts, and the past nine months had been no break for him. Never knowing what Callaghan's plan was or when he would strike, Tadashi had made sure to stay in shape both mentally and physically.
With Callaghan behind bars now, though, Tadashi found other uses for his talents.
Such as engaging in a fight with a group of large, frightening men.