Alvin watched Stark make Nemo II squirm under his barrage of questions...
He chuckled and waved off Stark's curious questions, then went over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He gestured to the men...
As he poured drinks for them, Alvin glanced at the Battle Axe in Thor's hand and said with a smile, "Buddy, that's a great-looking axe, but could you put it away while you're here..."
As he spoke, Alvin shot a look at Little Ginny, who kept trying to sneak a touch of the axe. Then he called out to Nick, who was trying to lift Mjolnir. "Kid, if you can't keep an eye on your sister, I think you'd better get back to class..."
Alvin watched Nick's Nanotech Prosthesis extend into mechanical claws and pin him to the floor...
The kid braced his knee against the coffee table, gripped Mjolnir with both hands, and tried to lever it off the table...
Unfortunately, all he managed to do was make the floorboards and coffee table groan under the strain. Mjolnir remained firmly planted on the table...
"If you break my floorboards and coffee table, you can say goodbye to your allowance for the next six months. I price everything here by Hell's Kitchen standards."
Alvin handed the glasses of whiskey to Stark and the others, then rapped Nick on the head. "What's so great about this thing?
It's just a hammer..."
Nick gave up on his little "trick" and looked at Alvin indignantly. "Hey, Alvin, that's Mjolnir. Whoever can lift it becomes King of Asgard...
Who wouldn't want to be King?"
Alvin glanced at Thor's strange expression, then gave Nick a little shove on the head. "A King has to keep all his subjects happy...
A King has to care about what