Happy had stumbled blearily out of bed and donned the suit and managed- somehow, despite confusion and terror and a very definite language barrier- to get the hotel evacuated. He was scouring the rooms for any stragglers when he came across and elderly woman who wouldn't stop screaming, in French apparently, and gesturing wildly. Finally he realized that she was trying to get the contents of a safe into a bag and after two minutes of broken argument (the Iron Man's translator clearly had to be wrong because she couldn't possibly be talking about cats or bananas) he finally heaved the entire safe out the window, scooped the old woman into his arms, and carried her out to deposit her in a crowd of confused evacuees.
Happy was on his way back into the building when the fire alarm began to blare and, just moments later, he felt the first tremor of the explosion followed by a sudden crash that- were it not for the armor's noise filters- might have completely deafened him. The air shivered around him and Happy just had time to thank God that he was encased in the armor before he was propelling himself backwards on a wave of pressure that blew out the structure's windows and sent debris spiraling through the air to crash around the decimated shell of what had only moments before been the hotel.
Iron Man relinquished control to the blast wave and tumbled through the sky towards open water, only veering upwards at the last moment to survey the damage from on high. His gaze locked on two lone figures on the beach. One was the boss and the other looked like Quicksilver. Oh. Happy fell into a dive, prepared to defend the boss against the terrorist. Even if he was a former Avenger.