"I'm going to need you to go over that again."
Happy flinched at the sharpness of Tony's voice. He had dialled Tony's number automatically when he arrived on the beach and saw the destroyed remains of the jet, but was now regretting that his first reaction had been to involve Tony when he had nothing to report but his own massive failure. He couldn't see more than a few feet in front of his face for the smoke, and the chaos around him was not providing him any insight into what had happened. Happy took a breath and tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke again. "The jet crashed. There is debris everywhere, and everything is burning. I don't see any of the crates from the cargo hold, though, so I'm trying to see if they were thrown from the plane on impact or if they might have fallen before the plane went down." Happy's stomach clenched at the thought of huge crates filled with the armour and weapons of the Avengers falling into the streets of New York.
Happy continued to make his way through the burning remains of the plane, pausing to raise his arm to cover his nose and mouth with his elbow. He coughed, but continued forward toward the highest concentration of flames. "I think I found the crates, boss", he said quickly, rushing toward a small pyramid of boxes straight ahead. "They're all stacked up, but…"
"But what?" Tony barked into the phone. He had been upstate at the new Avengers facility when Happy had called to tell him that his plane had crashed, and was now flying toward the city as fast as his armour would allow. He was becoming increasingly frustrated both with Happy and with his own feelings of helplessness at being so far away from the situation.
After a long pause, Happy finally spoke. "Um… the kid was here. The crates are all covered in webs, and the guy in the bird suit is, too, and the kid actually left a note."
Tony almost laughed at that, as it was so quintessentially Peter. He began to relax slightly as the Manhattan skyline came into view. He felt immediately calmer at the thought that he would soon be able to do something. "I'm almost there", he told Happy, "just make sure that no one but our own people is allowed near anything until I get there."
Tony disconnected the call and let out a surprised gasp as he approached the beach and saw the full extent of the damage. A streak of flaming debris ran the length of the beach, ending in the mangled remains of his state-of-the-art jet. As he flew closer, he scanned the area for any sign of Happy or the plane's cargo, finally spotting him near a shape, obscured by the smoke, which Tony assumed must have been the shipping crates.
"This isn't exactly how I saw Moving Day playing out", he quipped at Happy as soon as his mask had retracted. Happy looked mortified, and was stumbling over an apology when Tony cut him off. "Just tell me what you know, and what you're doing about it", Tony said, not unkindly. Happy seemed grateful for Tony's change in demeanour, and quickly relayed the events of the evening from the loading of the plane at the tower until Tony's arrival at the beach. Tony looked around himself at the many people starting to clean up the mess on the beach, recognizing them as Stark Industries employees, and nodded his approval at Happy for having them dispatched so quickly. Satisfied that any sensitive materials would be safely recovered, Tony turned his attention to the glowering, soot-covered face of Adrian Toomes.