When Happy arrived he made a beeline for the buffet, pretty much starving after skipping lunch to spend afternoon in the ring with some neighborhood hood rats who thought they were tough. It had been a pretty good way to spend his day, honestly, and this party was like icing on the cake. Happy happily started filling a plate when a commotion near the entrance made him to turn and look on in bewilderment, and then wonder, as two legendary musicians began what amounted to a squabble. Happy's distraction was short lived (after so many years working for Tony, what happened at a party could never surprise him for long) and he soon returned to moving along the buffet until something- well, someone- blocked his path.
Oh. Her. Had Pepper really invited her? Or maybe she'd invited Pietro and he'd brought her, they were engaged or something. Yeah, that was right, Happy had found the invitation mysteriously appeared on an end table by the front door. He'd thought it was weird the chick bothered to invite them, given all that bad blood between them, and even though he'd left the invite out for Pepper to see he had no idea if they were actually going to the wedding or not.
As Happy thought about the awkward invitation and wondered if he could figure out a way to sneak away now and avoid Wicked completely, he spotted the crab cakes. Dammit. His stomach won out, and he reached down to grab a crab cake only to come up with a phone in a case adorned with rubber duckies. Well, he had no choice now.
"Uh, I think this is yours," he mumbled and broke Wicked's rapt concentration on the star studded scuffle as he handed over her phone and went back in for a crab cake.