Alex didn't see why anyone shouldn't like, but then he was rather partial to them. It wasn't at all like his father's, but it was close enough to remind him of his collection of weapons and armor. He shrugged, giving a good natured shrug, "Besides Stark no one here is particularly familiar with good armor."
"I don't really. Wicked and I are friends, and the rest I kinda got stuck with. They're all right though. I'm just waiting for Fury to show himself so I can punch him in the face."