After Alvin admitted defeat, Fox finally let go of Hela, who hadn't known whether to stand or sit...
The principal's wife showed just how formidable she was!
Even Hela, a queen in her own right, seemed a little constrained in Fox's presence...
Loki, hiding in a corner, etched Fox's face into his memory and decided to be a little more polite to her from now on...
They were all adults. Hela's little crush was impossible to hide.
Alvin was the only one pretending to be oblivious, acting like a devoted, hopelessly straight husband.
Fox was asserting her authority over Alvin in her own way. It looked a little domineering, but somehow wasn't unpleasant.
That swaggering attitude of "You flirt with my boyfriend, and I'll flirt with you" gave this tangled mess of romantic entanglements a touch of comedy.
Hela was a friend, and an important person to them right now...
Fox had proactively helped Alvin deal with a very awkward problem...
Watching Fox bask in the attention of the people on either side of her, Alvin glanced at Frank's awkward expression and sneered. "Man, you're getting out of shape...
You got taken down in less than half an hour?"
Frank felt the stubble on his face, took a swig of the invigorating whiskey, and volunteered to take care of the kids.
Sitting around drinking with Alvin while he was in a bad mood was torture. The guy was so sharp-tongued, someone ought to shoot him in the head...
Alvin watched Frank slip away, then glanced at Stark, who was studying which side of a diaper went where. He figured he probably wouldn't get any support from him...
He waved for Hawkeye to pour him another drink, then turned to Fox and said, "Beautiful, before you go off to your 'girls'