"I'll make sure that the good guys win more often than the bad. Learn to fly the jet. Be grateful I don't have to go to some stinking prom..." he answered, reaching a little. He didn't have much time left to enjoy, he supposed.
Alex pursed his lips, but nodded. That was true. In theory at least. He wasn't quite sure where his father was any more. He'd been with Fury too long. "You can introduce me," he said, "You might have a better reputation than my father."