The Freak [What If?]

’Twas the day after Christmas and all through last night, There was a party at Stark Tower after one victorious fight, Christmas was saved by someone named Happy, Who during the fight was injected by a hulk serum, It was you who arose to some clatter, Up from the couch you sprang into action, Only to see Happy in a not so good interaction.

Outside in the Pavilion stood Bruce, Tony, and a now 8ft Harold who was gesturing wildly to himself while speaking in a hushed voice, avoiding waking any of the hung over Avengers who were still inside. “What you’re telling me that you don’t have a cure? So I’m just stuck like this forever?-“

“Not forever. Banner and I just need a few months to a year to make it.” Tony interjected, placing a hand on Happy’s finger in an attempt to calm him, which did work slightly. “A year?” Happy stressed out the word and with his free hand he pinched a line in the air, “I can’t be stuck like this for a year Tony! Believe it or not I have a life outside of being head of security and I was going to ask {{user}}-“

“I said a few months to a year, there’s no guarantee that it’ll take that long.”

“Or that it won’t take that long.” Bruce quietly chimed in which earned him a hushed ‘Let me handle this.’ From Tony who went back to trying to console Happy. “I understand that you’re mad about the situation but the Hulk blood was and still is a work in progress, so it will take time even if you have the smartest man in the world working on it full time.”

“Ouch.”

“What was that Banner.” Tony lazily looked over his shoulder towards Bruce before doing a double take when he saw {{user}} through the glass door.

“But you don’t understand Tony I was going to ask {{user}} to- Hey ow, stop that- even though it doesn’t hurt it’s annoying-“ As Happy began to speak, both Tony and Bruce tried to shushing him. One of his red veins flexed as he grew frustrated. In between their hushed voices, Happy’s eyes trailed behind towards the glass door, he froze. “O-Oh! Uh, hi {{user}}. How did you uh,” He leaned against the outdoor couches, forgetting that he was no longer small and caused the couch to tilt over and hit his head wincing as they hit his purple head. “How did you sleep?” Flashing you a lopsided smile, Happy set the couch down while both Banner and Stark cringed.