Gunmen!?
Happy was working late tonight, so by the time he made it to his apartment, it was around eleven at night. Thanks to working for SI for so long, he actually lived in a rather nice apartment building. The lobby closes at ten, so he wasn’t surprised when he walked in to most of the lights out. However, there were normally some people lingering around or walking out, but everything seemed to be quiet today.
He quickly started walking up the stairs, preferring it over the stuffy elevator nowadays. He made it to his floor before proceeding to his door. Hastily, as he wanted to end his day, he unlocked the door and walked in.
It wasn’t two seconds before Happy was pulled back harshly, a gloved hand over his mouth. He tried to use his security guard skills, but no matter what he did, he just couldn’t get the person off of him. Whoever it was, they had him in one hell of a hold. Okay, he was officially panicking. Eventually, he resorted to squirming and trying to call out. Apparently, that aggravated the person more because he was spun around with a strong pull and shoved against the wall, one hand still on his mouth, the other on his shoulder.
That’s when he came face-to-face with the person. Well face-to-mask, because that person was… Peter? Happy wouldn’t have known it was him, if not for the white slitted eyes that are kind of the Spider-Man trademark. His suit was all black, the spider emblem on the chest a muted silver. The drastic change from bright blue and red to black took Happy by surprise.
“Quiet,” Peter bit out. Happy was genuinely scared. What is he doing in his apartment? He didn’t say anything to upset May, did he? Oh god, was this Peter following through with his threat? Oh god, oh god, oh god.
“There’s a group of gunmen in the apartment next to us,” Peter whispered, the white eyes shifting a little. The apartment next to him was vacant. “If you’re going to talk, then be quiet. I cut the power in the building so barely anything works. Don’t try,” He finally released the hand around Happy’s mouth.
“God kid, did you have to be so rough? Also, what’s with the suit? And gunmen?!’ Happy whispered, exasperated. He started to realize how much his shoulder and jaw hurt. Wow, Peter really didn’t hold back. Was he still mad because he was dating May? He’d have to talk to him about that later.
“It’s my stealth suit, for stealth missions like this obviously. We can’t have reports of gunshots in one of the nicest apartment buildings in the area. It’ll only welcome more thugs. Not that I wouldn’t stop them, but idiots like this are really getting on my nerves. Do they not have the decency to respect what people have been going through lately,” Peter ranted, purposefully avoiding the first question, anger tinting his words. “These guys could be targeting you or someone else here, I don’t really care anymore. I just need to find out if they’re solo or working for someone. And if they’re working for someone, then I guess I have to take down another crime lord. They should honestly just give up because so far none of them could beat me. Not even Fisk.”
Happy hadn’t forgotten about him taking down Fisk. It was a huge shock to the media and the system in New York. Peter took him down rather roughly. He had started with trying to talk it out, but eventually started skipping that part. He finally got him at Fisk tower, leaving the guy looking rough, but not dead. The night that that happened, Peter was admitted to the Medbay, but he didn’t look nearly as bad.
“...Ok, well what do we do to take them out?” Happy asked.
“We are not going to do anything. You are going to stay here and make sure none of them get out. I’m not letting them leave that room. They aren’t even going to see me. When I’ve dealt with all of them, I’ll try to get information out of one of them,” Peter said before beginning to walk off. Happy turned around to grab an earpiece to give to him, before turning back only to find him gone.
“Great,” Happy whispered under his breath.
It had been about ten minutes and Happy hadn’t heard anything. Not that he didn’t think Peter could handle the situation, because he knew for sure that he could. It’s just that the silence is unsettling. He likes to be updated on what’s happening. So, don’t blame him for being a little paranoid.
It had been about another minute before Happy heard a loud slam. Thankfully it wasn’t a gunshot, but it was definitely still worrying. He decided that this was a good time to interfere. He ran out of his apartment and into the one next to him, throwing the door open.
What he saw, kind of sucked the breath out of him. It wasn’t scary, it was just kind of chilling. About five men were unconscious, either on the floor or suspended in the air by webs. With the only light being from the hallway and appliances, it cast an eerie glow on everything. Happy decided to step in cautiously, He didn’t hear anything, which concerned him.
He rounded a corner to see a giant, human-sized dent in the wall. Walking a little further revealed a man using his elbows to crawl away. That’s when a black shoe came into view. Peter.
“Tell me, who do you work for?” he asked, his voice challenging. The man didn’t respond. Only then did Peter reach down and grab the man by his collar, lifting him up until he was suspended in the air.
“I said, who do you work for?” This time Peter’s voice was low and threatening. It honestly scared Happy. Why was he acting like this?
Happy was frozen to his spot.
“I swear! We were solo. We were just trying to get the guy next door. Heard he was head of security at Stark Industries. He was the second-best thing now that Stark is dead-”
The man was cut off as Peter squeezed tight around his throat, causing him to choke. “You ungrateful bastard! Tony risked his life for you to be alive. I swear to God, the world is never gonna change,” the man started to lose color in his face, “people like you will never stop! Thanos was just here, do you have nothing better-”
“Spider-Man!” Happy yelled, “Let him go! He’s dying!” Peter looked up at him, eyes just merely slits before looking away. “Tony wouldn’t have wanted you to kill someone for him. Once you do it, you never forget. Tony wouldn’t have wanted you to have that weight on your shoulders. Please! Please… just let him go.”
It almost looked like he wasn’t going to do it as he continued to hold the man there. Then, his head bowed slowly before his shoulders slumped and the man fell to the floor. Peter backed away from the man a few steps. Happy immediately ran to the man to check his pulse. It was there. He sighed a breath of relief.
“Peter,” Happy looked up. Peter was standing completely still, not really displaying any emotions. Almost like he’s cut off. “We need to talk. What has been going on with you lately? You’re not you. You’re just so angry and it’s scaring me. Spider-Man doesn’t try to hurt the bad guys. Please just talk to me. My heart can’t take seeing you like this.”
It was a moment before he saw the jaw of the mask move and then... close again. Instead of responding, he began to walk away. Happy tried to talk again, but Peter cut him off.
“Get S.H.I.E.L.D. on this. We can’t have the police getting air of it,” Peter barked out as he walked away, his movements rigid. Eventually, Happy heard a door open and then close. It was only when the power came back on that Happy was pulled out of his shock.
Was something happening at school? Is it grief? Is it because of him and May? Or maybe it’s just him adjusting to the world now. He really doesn’t know. But one thing he does know is that…
He really needs to talk to Peter.