Jesus Christ. Happy lurched to his knees on the stairs, his body convulsing out of his control as he felt a hot fire enter his back and burn its way through his chest. When the feeling returned to his limbs it was like a billion knives on his every nerve ending. He could smell the burnt flesh where the bolt of electricity had ripped through him. He struggled to his knees, breathing labored and body hot.
In all this pain he thought of Pepper and of his son, crawled his way up the last of the stairs and pushed the door. His chest ached where heart thumped wildly, racing to right itself, to keep him alive. Happy wasn't going to let this guy win, he could still make it. He wasn't leaving this earth without holding his son one last time, kissing his wife goodbye.