She’s Not So “Happy” With Me Right Now!

“Well… Spectacular Spider-Woman…” said a sharp, familiar voice in a very annoyed tone. “How’d it go?”

I look up and, once my eyes could focus, I saw a tall brunette woman wearing a very expensive looking pantsuit, a bluetooth device in her ear, tapping her black stiletto heel impatiently by my ear. She was staring down at me with a very no-nonsense look on her face, as if she was on the clock and I was taking up her time.

“Well, Happy…” I groan as I sit myself up, taking a couple seconds to breathe before getting fully up to my feet. “I’m alive… that’s the important thing, right?” She glares at me again, crossing her arms beneath her bust as she somehow looked even more annoyed. “You… really should think about changing your name. You’re not a very positive person, are you?”

Happy just rolls her eyes and presses a button on the bluetooth headset, mumbling something like fucking amateur before speaking to someone over the phone. “I want a full sweep of Stark Tower, I want to know what’s been broken, and what’s been stolen. I want a full itemized list printed and delivered to all staff immediately. Find what the bitch stole.” She says, barking orders like a manager who has gotten far too comfortable with the role, before turning her focus back to me. “As for you-“

“Look! If you want me to pay for the damages I hate to tell you this, but I am totally fucking broke!” I start to say quickly in a high pitched voice, taking a step back away from the woman, but was stopped as she held a firm grasp on my shoulder and met my eyes with a soft, almost apologetic look.

“Look kid, I know you wanna be a hero, and I’ve seen the work you’ve done. You’re a good one.” She says, and I could feel my heart rate speed up slightly. “But you need to be careful. You’re meddling with a crowd you don’t want to fuck with.” She says softly, pulling me to the side to get us out of ear shot of the crew that had begun running into the building.

“You say that like you know who this was…” I say quizzically, staring the woman down as her face turned a bright red and she let out a quick sigh.

“I… I might.” She admits. “Mrs. Stark has been getting very threatening messages. Of course it’s nothing to an Avenger, but… the name? Even Tonya doesn’t really like to talk about her.”

“Fisk?” I ask, and you would’ve thought I said Beetlejuice three times with how pale Happy got. She quickly raises a finger and glances around, as if she was looking to see if someone was watching.

“We don’t. Say. Her name.” She growls, before turning away from me and starts working on her holographic iPad again. “Stay out of this kid. You don’t want to mess around with these people.” She yells back, and before I could get another word in she had disappeared into the crowd of workers now rushing around the building.

I hesitated for a very small second, wondering if I should go after her, but then decided against it. I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last I’d hear of Fisk… but for now? I think Petra has a little bit of work to do. I take a couple steps outside and then web myself up and out of the building, heading back towards NYU.