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PETER LAY ON HIS STOMACH, THE SHEETS CRINKLING BENEATH HIM!
He opened the hidden folder on his phone to rewatch his short film of his first and only mission for what felt like the hundredth time. It was practically a first-person record of where he'd peaked in life.
"New York. Queens. It's a rough borough, but, hey, it's home." Peter's voice cut in, deepening for dramatic effect.
"Who are you talking to?" Happy questioned from the driver's seat of the car.
"No one. Just making a little video of the trip."
"You know you can't show it to anyone."
"Yeah, I know."
"Then why are you narrating in that voice?"
"Um... Because it's fun."
"Fun."
"So, uh, why do they call you Happy?"
With that inquiry in the air, Happy rolled the window up. What followed were filler clips, footage of the private jet, recordings of him fooling around in his hotel room.
With every comment that he heard leave his mouth, he was more and more convinced he was not at all cut out for the job.
Maybe Mercury was right. He wasn't at all prepared or professional. He caused more harm than good, and he didn't know what he was doing. That didn't mean he couldn't at least try.
In addition to that footage, there were some clips of him fighting alongside Mercury. They'd be his most prized possession if it didn't turn out she wasn't as nice as she looked on camera.
The end of the film portrayed the car ride back home. "What are you doing, a little video diary?" Tony had questioned him, reaching an arm back to tilt the phone up to face him.
"Yeah." Peter said sheepishly, his shoulder almost close enough to press against Cory's in the backseat.
"It's all right. I'd do the same thing." Tony brushed it off.
"I told him not to. He was filming. I'm gonna wipe the chip." Happy reassured, keeping his eyes on the road as he spoke.
"Hey. You know what? We should make an alibi video for your aunt anyway. You ready?" Tony shook away the thought with a suggestion.
"An alibi? Sure. Okay." Peter nodded.
"We rolling? Get in the frame." Tony gestured for the teenagers to get even closer.
Corazon didn't usually roll her eyes or do so much as frown to express a grievance, but she was really getting the urge to now.
"Hey, May. How you doing? What are you wearing? Something skimpy, I hope." Tony spoke, his face angled at the camera. "Peter, that's inappropriate. Let's start over. You can edit it. Cory, count down."
