Loki

Dedication

Happy wasn't happy.

More accurately, Happy's boss wasn't happy. When Tony Stark wasn't happy, he made sure everyone around him knew it. Eventually no one around Tony Stark was happy.

Becky had been gone for a whole week. No phone calls, no texts, emails, or even a message left behind with FRIDAY. Becky was gone.

Tony went more than a little insane searching for her. Happy tried to get Tony to let him call that shady group he kept calling, shouting at them all the time. Yet Tony refused. Tony took it all on himself. Lucky for all of them that Pepper stayed close, talking him down from flying after that group as Iron Man.

Happy liked that.

He just wanted them to find Becky again.

His phone pinged. He checked the screen, seeing an alert. FRIDAY warned him about a sensor going off in Becky's office. Well that's not allowed.

He ran off, ditching a conversation with another guard about bringing security badges back. Happy needed to bring his A-game to beat up any threat to the Starks.

Once he reached the office, he kicked the door open. He pulled out his gun. "FREEZE!" Happy yelled.

Becky looked up from the computer at him. She raised her eyebrow, confused. Without saying a word she went back to her work.

Happy stared. "Becky?" He tucked the gun back into his pocket. "What- how?"

Becky ignored him, staying focused on the work. Becky was a wreck. She hid it well, except Happy noticed the bags under her eyes and the look in her eyes like someone killed her puppy and she was mad about it. She was wearing some fancy kind of dress that wouldn't belong in her usual wardrobe.

"I'm busy making a new suit." Becky stated, simply, as if she had never left. "How does a 'cyborg/ninja' sound? It's too pretentious isn't it? Just tell me it's too pretentious. It won't hurt my feelings. I don't even have those."

"Becky."

"Too pretentious, got it." She replied, idly.

"We need to tell Tony about this."

"That it's too pretentious? He'll run with it for years. He'll ask why it can't be more pretentious. No way."

"You've been gone for a week. He needs to know you're back."

"I'm busy. Call me back."

"This is a verbal conversation. Becky, we should really be telling Tony." Happy explained for what already felt like the millionth time.

She didn't look up at Happy. He sighed in exasperation. The Starks were going to be the death of him.

"Becky look-"

"I am making a new suit. Stop interrupting my thought process!" She spoke in a demanding voice. She wasn't asking. She was doing.

Happy took a calming breath. It was better to humor her so Happy could get her to her father. They were both so alike.

"Right. Yeah. Why do you need a new suit?" Happy asked. He pulled out his phone, trying to sneakily text Tony. "I mean, what happened to the other one?"

Becky gave him a side glance. It was like she suddenly realized she hadn't been talking to thin air. She didn't step away from her table, if anything she stayed closer to it.

"My suit's too red. I'm getting rid of the red." She admitted.

Happy blinked. "Okay. New color. I can get behind that. Tony can too. Let's go."