A sleek form traveled though the city, adjusting a hood over his face. It might not be cold, but the figure was sure dressed like it should be. He cleared his throat, traveling towards the sound of a commotion. He had a very graceful move about him, pausing as he reached the group of constantly moving people. He boldly stepped inside, easily twisting through the mass of bodies. It wasn't until he had worked most of the way through the crowd did he spot police tape. A smell tickled his nose, a scent of blood, burned fleas, and a hint of smoke. A fire? No, there was no fire trucks, and the building wasn't on fire. It could possibly be a small fire, but even then the fire must be out because the scent of smoke wasn't strong. He has reached the police tape and stopped, looking at the three standing there. He recognized two as avengers. One looked to be injured at he centered the smell of blood and burnt flesh to her. He couldn't help but wonder what happened. He needed to get closer, he wanted to join them, but he would have to talk to them. He glanced at the police in the area and swiftly ducked under the tape, frowning at the girl as she fell to the ground. To those with a strong nose, he didn't smell completely human, another, more musky smell mixed in.