Producer Man; Wanda Maximoff ² √

Without Me

"Now this looks like a job for me

So everybody, just follow me

'Cause we need a little, controversy

'Cause it feels so empty, without me"

~¥~

"New York. Queens. It's a rough borough, but hey, it's home."

Peter said in a stupid, gravelly voice. Destiny was watching a recording the high-schooler sent her after the fight in Berlin.

"Who are you talking to?"

The camera quickly panned to reveal Happy Hogan driving in the front seat, with Destiny in the passenger.

"No one. Just making a little video of the trip." Peter responded, switching back to a normal voice.

"You know you can't show it to anyone." Happy stated.

"You can actually send it to me, I love watching myself on camera." Destiny protested from a sleep-like state on the recording.

"Awesome! What's your number?"

"I'll email you." She deadpanned.

"Why are you narrating in that voice?" Happy asked.

"Uh... Because it's fun." Peter answered.

"Fun."

Apparently, Happy thought the whole situation was the opposite of fun. He put on his sunglasses and solemnly looked out the windshield.

"So, uh, why do they call you Happy?" Peter inquired.

Happy rose the limo's partition. And a reflection of holding up his phone and filming was visible.

———

Peter got out of the car to find a small private plane waiting for him.

"Come on. I'm not carrying your bags. Let's go." Happy said, while carrying Destiny's.

"Hey, should I go to the bathroom before?" Peter questioned.

"There's a bathroom on it." Destiny said passing by Peter.

Inside the plane, there was a view of the cockpit. Two seats for the pilot and the copilot are there no one is sitting in them.

"Whoa. No pilot? That's awesome."

Peter sat down across from Happy, directly facing him.

"Is that where you're gonna sit?"

"Yeah."

"This is your first time on a private plane?" Happy asked him

"My first time on any plane."