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Happy was as stubborn as a mule. He wasn't particularly strong, but he refused to bow to anyone.

For the first time in his life, he had been utterly convinced of someone's superiority—not because Apocalypse had beaten him, but because Apocalypse had won Black Widow over with just a few words right in front of him.

Happy had been genuinely stunned.

At the time, none of them had known the full story, so Happy had assumed Apocalypse was an expert at picking up women.

He had even insisted on buying Apocalypse drinks and asking him for tips.

But as more and more things happened afterward, the matter had fallen by the wayside.

And once Apocalypse had acquired the title of "Apocalypse King," Happy had never dared bring it up again.

Happy said awkwardly, "Tang, won't the beauty you're introducing me to be a little too impressive? I'm afraid... she won't be interested in me."

The beautiful women Apocalypse had met over the years were either superheroes, divine warriors, or top scientists like Helen.

If they fell for anyone, it would be Apocalypse. There was no way they would be interested in Happy.

Happy knew his own limits. He was already deeply grateful that Apocalypse still remembered that old joke.

Instead, he found himself worrying about Apocalypse.

He was afraid Apocalypse's good intentions would backfire—that he would introduce Happy to some superheroine far out of his league and end up embarrassing himself.

Apocalypse smiled. "Don't worry. She's a gorgeous woman, all right, but you're destined to have a connection. I'll be your wingman this time."

Happy said sheepishly, "Tang, if you said you'd help me in a fight, I wouldn't worry at all. But helping me pick up women? I... I'd be better off asking Tony."

Apocalypse protested, "Why? Are you