“You’re just another idiot in a dumb costume,” Happy grunted, gritting his teeth at this latest electrical assault. His hands were painfully numb, the nerves throbbing, fingers curled around the blackened and melted device in his hands. He knew tasering the guy wasn’t going to work, but he needed a distraction, and apparently affronting the guy’s ego was it. In another move that would be viewed as spectacularly stupid, Happy made the effort (god, he could barely open his hands) lobbed the burnt and useless taser right at the man’s head and then turned back to the stairwell to enact his plan. R&D was just a floor up, not that far, if he could just make it then he stood a chance of surviving this. He wouldn’t run, he wouldn’t abandon his post and let Tony down. Let himself down.