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Carter never could understand why Obadiah had been so insistent on reassigning Happy to be her bodyguard. She didn’t need one, despite his insisting (“I can’t lose you,” he would say, usually with a sigh, as he’d put an arm around her shoulders. “You’re too reckless for your own good, Carter.”), and she had a feeling the only reason for it was to keep track of her. Because when she was out and wasn’t with him, she was with the Avengers. And when she wasn’t with them, she was with Happy, and-- She never had time to be alone when she was out.

It bothered her, and there were plenty of times she lashed out because of it. Never at Obadiah, of course, not when she was scared of him, but at the others. At the Avengers or at Happy. She knew they never deserved that, but her resentment and anger often choked whatever apologies wanted to leave her lips. And there had been once where she managed to slip away and just be alone, spending the day wandering the city without the weight of being a damn hero burdening her shoulders, but when she returned home (it wasn’t home, Obadiah’s mansion wasn’t her home--), Obadiah had been furious. At the time, she believed she had deserved his anger - she had disobeyed him, after all - but--

Happy had tried, constantly, to talk to her about Obadiah, but she refused to listen. She didn’t want to believe that Obadiah was bad - that he didn’t have her wellbeing in mind - because she couldn’t afford to accept such a thing when she needed him. Obadiah had always been there for her, had been the one to take her in when her dad died - had been the one to save her life. But after nearly a year since his death... she was finally realized just how right Happy was.

Carter found herself on Happy’s doorstep unannounced, needing someone to turn to. She didn’t trust the Avengers, not like she should have, and a small part of her feared that, maybe, Happy would end up the same, but-- She ignored that feeling, and just hoped he wouldn’t send her away. It wasn’t like she could blame him if he did, she knew she probably made his life hell for all of those years, and it was a worry she did her best to swallow. She could trust Happy (at least, she kept trying to convince herself that, since her trust in everyone around her had been shaken by her discoveries--), and she needed to tell someone what Obadiah had done. She couldn’t keep it to herself any longer.

With a shaky breath, Carter pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text.

[sms: Happy]: im outside

[sms: Happy]: can you let me in?

#mxvinghxme #((lmk if you'd like me to change anything!!))#v; iron kid au #abuse tw #death mention tw

⤻ short and sweet prompts. / @mxvinghxme " are you listening to me? "

❝ No, ❞ he said honestly, eyes not moving from the data on the screen he was looking at, ❝ Happy, I can do this ❞.

When Peter finally did look over to the man he offered a small, hopefully reassuring smile.

#mxvinghxme #🕷 ask ━━ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ◦

some meme maybe // @mxvinghxme said: “i think i’ve been halfway around the world since i last saw you.”

❝ 'BOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP FOR A VISIT. ❞ Tony smirked at the man. He’s teasing, of course. He knows that Happy’s been busy. He might have been restricted to the Avenger’s compound but everyone else’s lives are still in FULL swing and there’s plenty to be done now that everyone’s returned. Stark Industries and The Maria Stark Foundation have been working in tandem with the charity May works for to help those that have been displaced by the blip and, while he hasn’t been able to go into the office, he has been working from his bed as much as the doctors will allow.

Now he’s finally ready to head back home and, of course, Happy’s going to be driving him. It seems only fitting. FIFTEEN years ago the man picked him up when he returned from Afghanistan and took him home. ❝ Glad you’re here, Hap. I’m ready to go. ❞ It takes him a few minutes to transfer himself from the bed to his chair but he manages it without help. PT has been slowly but surely getting him back on his feet, literally and metaphorically. ❝ Alright, big guy, let’s roll. ❞

#mxvinghxme #* i've been up to my neck in pleasure. up to my neck in pain. — au verse I.#[ this was the first thing that came to mind and now i'm emo about them ]

@mxvinghxme / HAPPY SAYS : ➜ [ 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 ]

LOUNGING ‘CROSS COUCH , phone in hand as he mindlessly scrolls through it , the thought of this evening’s event , the one he was currently running approximately an hour late for , miles from his mind ; tony’s thinks it’s justifiable , with business tech conventions ranking in at the bottom of his ‘ list of events ms potts is ( lovingly ) forcing me to attend ’ .

attention snaps up at the sudden physical contact , theatrical frown tugging at features as a loud huff escapes him . granted , happy’s been waiting for him for nearly twenty minutes now , so he supposes it’s a bit deserved . ❝ ow ! okay , okay , point made . we’re leaving ! ❞ pulling himself off the couch , phone is pocketed as stark takes another minute to straighten his suit , ❝ on second thought , i’m already late , so let’s stop for food on the way —— there’s this great burger joint down the block , just opened recently . you know , they always have shit catering at these events . ❞

#mxvinghxme #inbox .#ic .#tony : i'm not late everyone else is just early :/#happy doesn't get paid enough for this sdfghgf

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“Hey Happy. How long do you think Pep is going to be angry at me for cursing out the CEO of GreenInventions and jeopardizing our deal with his company?”

#mxvinghxme #hope this is okay for you c:

"a phone call would’ve been nice."

"Yeah, well, Tony and I weren't exactly on speaking terms. Didn't know if you'd answer even if I tried."

#mxvinghxme #v: i'm done running from my past

RANDOM ASK ⤻ / @mxvinghxme “ There’s this thing about solitude. It gets to you. It eats you alive. ”

The boy kept his eyes on his shoes. Was he in trouble? No. Happy’s voice was understanding, open. Still, he somehow felt as if he was doing something wrong.

❝ How do I stop it, ❞ he wondered, finally looking to the other, ❝ I can’t let people got too close ❞.

His whole class almost got killed. Peter didn’t want to think about what could have happened again. Everyone was safe . . . MJ and Ned were safe. He needed to keep it that way, even if it meant keeping some space between himself and them. Just for now, until he figured out what to do.

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