It was only out of a strange sense of guilt and duty that kept Happy from dragging Mya back to the compound even after the police finally decided to made their appearance. He'd lost track of Nat a little while ago. Whereas T'challa seemed to be amusing himself listening to Ned nervously sing, 'The wonderful thing about Tiggers' while he kept a close eye on Mya.

However as soon as the police officers made their way up to the house, Happy was ready to grab the kid and get the hell out of dodge. Especially since Ned was about to be loaded up into the ambulance and taken to the hospital.

In fact Happy had just moved to take Mya's arm and help her back to the car when one of the officer's swore and practically came jogging over and greeted the kid.

"Parker. W-What the hell happened to your face? Were you hurt here too?" Blinking at the guy as he fretted over the kid, Happy blinked as T'challa shifted his position a little bit to get behind the man. Close enough to listen to whatever was said, yet far enough to make it seem as if he were merely observing as his partner walked up and took one look at Mya and started fussing too.

"Christ almighty, kid! Why is it always you?" The man practically exclaimed as he framed Mya's face with his hands and started checking her over.

Happy exchanged looks with T'challa. Both men were able to pick up on the fact that the men knew Mya in some capacity, they just didn't know what kind.

"Hey Robert. David." Mya muttered as the guy finished checking her over and then sighed. Either in relief or aggravation. Happy wasn't sure which.

"What happened to your eyes kid?" The second officer asked curiously.

Mya shrugged her shoulders a little bit and muttered, "Car accident."

"When'd that happen?"

"Dunno. Days, weeks? It's difficult to tell time like this." Mya said as Happy helpfully supplied, "One week, and sixteen hours." The guy turned his head to look at him and looked as if he had just noticed him or something.

"Er- hello?" Robert said awkwardly as Mya made a huffing sound before then saying,

"Happy, this is Robert Law. And the other guy is his brother David. They're officers from the SVU unit here in Queens. Guys- this is Happy Hogan. He's a close friend of Tony Stark's."

"Hello." Robert said again, this time sounding far more certain of himself as he shook hands with Happy while his brother gave the man a nice finger wave before shifting his attention back to Ned whom was still singing that damned song.

"The SVU huh? So what brings you guys out here?" Happy wondered aloud as Ned finally stopped singing and yelled out,

"I called em!" While Mya rubbed the bridge of her nose with one of her fingers before saying,

"I know that you two are busy and all, but I figured that Ned could use your services since you-know-who is involved."

"Lord Voldemort?"

"Seriously? This isn't Harry Potter, David." Robert hissed at his brother before turning back to Mya and saying in an apologetic tone, "Sorry. He likes reading Harry Potter sometimes on the job. Especially if it's a slow day."

"No apologies necessary. Who wouldn't like to read Harry Potter on a slow day?"

"Right. So that guy was here, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I see. Did he go after you?"

"No-"

"He came after me!" Ned practically yelled out again as he waved his good arm enthusiastically. Robert made a weird little sound and gently patted Mya's shoulder before saying,

"Alright kid. We'll take it from here. Why don't you and your...friends clear out so we can do our job. If we have any further questions- we'll call or text you and arrange for you to meet us somewhere to share info."

"Thanks Robert," Mya said in a grateful sounding tone before the man walked off to see if he could help his brother get some questions answered before Ned was hauled off.

Once he was gone, Happy reached out and gently took Mya's arm and started walking her back to the car with T'challa close behind. He still didn't know where the hell Natasha was, but considering her background as a former assassin he doubted very much that the woman would get herself into something that she couldn't get out of. So he'd take Mya and king T'challa back to the compound and see if she turned up or called later on.


Back of the compound-

Tony had been in a hell of a funny mood ever since his and Mya's argument before she had left. The second that she had walked off to call Happy, he had grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and seated himself on the couch and started eating it in between muttering and grumbling about, 'What the hell was wrong with kids today?'

This of course is when Steve, Clint and Rhodey tried to tell Tony that Mya hadn't meant to be mean or disrespectful. She was just worried about her friend.

Naturally due to Tony's stubborn nature, everything that was said went in one ear and out the other. Of course that was before he started crying dramatically about how his kid hated him.

Steve abandoned him at this point. He didn't mean too nor want to, but he did.

A moody Tony, he could handle. An emotionally unstable one- not so much.

So he handed Tony off to Clint, whom looked at him like he'd lost his damned mind as Steve beat a hasty retreat. Leaving Clint sitting there with Tony's face against his shoulder.

"My kid hates me!"

"What? No, no, no. The kid doesn't hate you."

"Yes she does!"

"No, no. She doesn't hate you Tony. She was just upset about her friend. Look at things from her point of view."

"I don't wanna!"

"Oh for fuck's sake! What are you an infant? Stop crying already and listen to me," Clint growled as he pushed Tony off of him and then said, "She just lost her aunt right? The last of her flesh and blood kin. And now some jerk has attacked her buddy. It's understandable that she would be irrational. She's already lost one person important to her. Losing her friend so soon after her aunt would probably shatter her whole damn world to pieces. How do you think she would feel then?"

"Lost, alone, isolated, depressed-"

"Well yeah, but she's going to feel that way anyways. At least for a little while," Tony made a weird sound and tried to lay his head back on Clint's shoulder again. But Clint was having none of that shit. "Look my point is, all of those feelings would have magnified ten fold if anything had happened to her friend. And she has already stated that she feels personally responsible for him. Imagine how bad the guilt would be if he was killed and there was something that she knew that she could do to stop it?"

"But she can't fight like she is! She'll get injured or killed!"

"I very much doubt that. She doesn't strike me as the kind of person to just let someone kill them. And despite the lack of her sight, something tells me that she's still one hell of a fighter. Besides, you're her dad now. So stop crying, man up and go help your girl."

Tony stared at him for several moments as he considered his words carefully finally wiping at his eyes and muttering a soft 'thanks' to Clint before getting up to leave the room after he handed the ice cream off to Barton.

He had some stuff to do.

Like investigate what had happened to Ned and possibly assign some people on the Leeds family's protection detail so that the kid and his family didn't get attacked again.