Alex had arrived early himself, wary of his father pulling something, and eve more wary of Fury having him followed. He fiddled with the pull string of his hoodie, checking his watch and shifting the backpack on his shoulder. He really hoped this didn't escalate into a fight. His father was stronger, but Alex was prepared to fight dirty if he had to. Mostly, he just wanted to see his father and return to the base without incident.
He approached the carousel from the opposite side, hopping the fence and climbing up on it, silently stepping off on the other side, eying his father with a cautionary look.