Chapter 3

"Guys, we have to be at the airport in twenty minutes!" I shouted throughout the lair as Mikey dug through his bag.

"Dudette, that means we got twenty minutes." Mikey rolled his eyes.

"Not when it takes twenty minutes to get there." I had my hands on my hips.

Raph walked in with his bag thrown over his shoulder. "Wait, don't you have a private plane?"

Of course I do! But doesn't anyone else get that it's just plain rude to keep someone waiting like that. "Yes, Raph, I do."

"Then they can wait." He shrugged and dropped his bag by the exit.

I groaned and slid my hand down my face. Rushing them is not going to work, and I think it's making them go slower. That's it! I snatched Raph's bag and brought it up to the lobby of the tower and the stormed back and shoved whatever Mikey had in his hand into the bag and repeated the trip.

"Bailey, I wasn't done!" Mikey whined.

"Now, you are." I activated their disguises and pushed Mikey towards the exit. "We are leaving. Raph, let's go!"

Mikey tried fighting me the whole way, but I used Raph to keep him moving. I was surprised at this. You would think with Mikey's bold and bubbly attitude that going on a "field trip" would be fun. I tried to restrain myself from slapping him on our way up in the elevator. All of the whining was getting to me and I just couldn't wait to get on the plane and go to sleep. The flight attendants could take care of the guys and I could block them out for a few hours.

Once we got up, I found Don and Leo with the bags. I sighed in relief and helped them get the bags in the van I rented. I wanted something inconspicuous. After that, the rest of us piled in and Donnie drove to the airport. Somehow the ride shut Mikey up.

"So, is your dad picking us up or is there another car?" Leo asked.

"Happy might pick us up." I answered.

"Happy?" Raph asked.

"You remember, my dad's bodyguard."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh yeah."

Raph has tasted the "fury" of Happy's protection efforts many times, and not because Raph was being threatening. It was because they were in the same room together. I don't know why the two don't get along. Then a loud yawn came from Raph.

"Well, wake me when we get there."

And out like a light, he fell asleep. For the rest of the ride, I just stared out the window and watched as the city disappeared and eventually the small airport appeared. Since ours is a private plane, we didn't have to sign our bags in and wait for the plane and all of the airport nonsense. So, as we arrived, I made Mikey wake Raph up. Of course, the hothead went to punch Mikey, but it was for a good reason. Mikey freaking screamed in his ear to wake him up. I just rolled my eyes, and when we stopped, I started to place our bags by the plane. The crew would take care of actually loading it.

Lucky for the guys, they were able to turn off their disguises. The crew members there were under strict instructions not to say a thing about their passengers. Mikey ran into the plane and turned his disguise off before exploring the plane some more. I laughed and thanked the crew as I walked into the plane. It was pretty wide open, with three pairs of seats by the door and two small round tables across from the door. We took our seats and buckled up. Don was to my left, Leo was behind me, and Raph and Mikey were fighting over the window seat. It was then solved by the two going to a different seating section. There was plenty of room to walk around when the time was safe to do so and there was a TV so Mike wouldn't get bored. For me, I took the time to try and catch some z's. Hopefully, sensei's lesson today helped me, spiritually. Sighing, I leaned into Donnie, who wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I closed my eyes. Let's see if it did.

"Welcome aboard, we will be arriving in Los Angeles in approximately four and a half hours." The piolet's voice buzzed.

Mikey's groan of disappointment was the last thing I heard before I fell wasn't long before I was being woken up by Don and we got off the plane. A black limo was waiting for us and we got in, but it wasn't Happy driving. Actually no one was driving.

"Ms. Stark, it is a pleasure. We will arrive at Mr. Stark's home in fifteen minutes." A hologram of a man with dark brown hair and dark sunglasses.

"Where's Happy?" I asked the driver.

"There has been a recent incident at the Grauman's Chinese Theater. The man you identify as 'Happy' was involved."

"Was? Where is he?" I almost shouted as my stomach dropped.

"He is at the hospital now-"

"Take me there, now." I ordered and focused on the road as it sped by. "What do you know about the attack? What condition is Happy in? Where's my dad?" I rambled out.

"All I have records of the incident is that it is a terrorist attack. Happy's condition involves multiple burns, a broken arm,"

"That's enough." I interrupted as I wrapped my arms around myself. "Guys, when we get there, it's bound to be mobbed by paparazzi. Just avoid eye contact and don't say anything."

"Those paparazzi are vicious." Mikey shouted.

"Yeah, but just ignore it for now." I looked specifically at Donnie and Leo. They just gave me a curt nod and the car stopped in front of the hospital entrance where dad's car was parked and the paparazzi swarmed our car. "Get ready." I centered myself and led the guys out of the car. They created a small barrier around me as the crowd shouted at me for answers. There was a lot of questions about my dad, but I focused on the nearing door.

Once inside, we all let out a sigh of relief and went up to the receptionist. She had bright red curly hair that bounced when she moved her head.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked.

"Um, where is Happy Hogan is?" I asked and she pointed me in the direction of his room. "Thank you!"

We went around a few turns and a nurse walked out of Happy's room. I stood by the entrance of the room and found Happy laying on the hospital bed with IVs in his arm and a neck brace…he looked terrible.

"We'll wait out here." Donnie whispered to me and I nodded.

I went next to Happy's bedside and just looked at him. His face was badly bruised and his lip was split. Falling into the chair, I bowed my head onto his hand. He's always seemed invincible to me, especially when I was younger. My dad always counted on him, and he's a fun sparring partner. I lifted my head and found my dad sleeping in the corner. A smile spread across my face. Suddenly, he jerked and his eyes busted open. Dad looked around the room before his eyes rested on me.

"Bails? When'd you get here?" He asked getting up to greet me.

"Hey, we just got in like an hour ago. When I heard about Happy, we rushed here. What happened?"

"We should head back and I'll show you."