Ivan soars across the highway towards New York, his mind racing.  He had to get to someone big, the earlier they knew about the problem, the more prepared they’d be.  But he’d first need to get in touch, and it wasn’t like he could walk into avengers tower.  He’d need to find a super, someone known and respected, and get them to give him an audience.  So as Ivan entered the city, he began searching.<br/><br/>Slowing time to a fraction he began searching bystanders as he passed, looking for something that stood out.  He eventually settled on a dark haired women, who’s DNA was drastically not human, despite her appearance.  He quickly froze time and searched the universe for a reference, and was surprised with the results.  A race of large, blue skinned troll-like creatures on a ice world.  This one must be a shape shifter of some kind.<br/><br/>Pulling his bike to a stop on the road next to her.  “I need a meta-human to help me get a meeting with the Avengers.  You think you can do that?”  Ivan scooted forward on the bike to clear up space behind him.<br/>“If so get on.  It’s urgent, and I have no time for patience or liars.”