Peter: "Oh my god, Happy." he slams his fist down on the table Happy: "Relax!" Peter stands up, yelling. Peter: "Don't tell me to relax, Happy! How can I relax when I messed up so bad?!" Happy takes his glasses off. Peter: "I trusted Beck. Right? I thought he was my friend so I gave him the ONLY thing Mr. Stark left behind for me, and now he's gonna kill my friends and half of Europe. So please, he sits down in a plane seat do not tell me to relax!" he puts his head in his hands.
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