The collection grew, and the compulsion. The Other Guy took them, but Bruce obsessed over them, even called them his Horde. He could spend hours looking at the objects, touching them, sorting them into piles, then secreting them away in special places. Under the spectrometer, or behind a cabinet, even one on the helicarrier. It wasn't shiny like the others, but it was special.

At every chance, he carefully unfolded the paper, chuckling to imagine the huge green fingers that first plucked it up. The angular script revealed made the Other Guy laugh instead. "Bruce frightens me even more."