Happy

Hi, Hap.

Remember how we met?

You saved me from getting mugged.

I don't know if I ever thanked you for that, truly.

It was some shady New York corner, I don't even know what I was doing there, and I guess someone recognized me.

I got jumped, pulled into an alley, threatened with a gun.

The bastard nearly took my wallet until you burst out of the woodwork and beat him to bits.

I laughed and called you some stupid name, compared you some stupid children's cartoon I don't remember watching.

You introduced yourself, made some remark back, and started to go on your merry way.

I caught up to you down the street and offered you the job.

You took it, and you have saved me so many times since then, not all from muggers, not all from super-villains. You've saved me from myself, a friend (that I pay, but still) that never leaves me, even when Rhodey's deployed ad Pepper's away and I'm alone.

You've been there since the start, and I can't help but thank you for that. Not many people have been, I think it's just you and Rhodey at this point.

You made it into a hall of fame, finally. So what if it's not WWE?

You'll always be the best in my heart, Hap.

Hey, we'll have another round again sometime, huh? Just you and me, old-school. Fifty on me, forehead of security.