"His is new, of course yours has more character. My father used to collect stuff like this." Alex reached a hand out questioningly, wanting to touch it.
His eyes darted up, far more serious then, and he fixed him with a sharp look. "You don't get to do that." There was something more formidable about his gaze than a boy his age should have been able to muster. "I owe him a punch, but besides that, no one touches Nick Fury unless they want to lose their hand."