"Well, dammit."  Hank Martin felt the vibration of his Avengers' card in his shirt pocket - right as he was relieving himself against a tree near the Appalachian Trail in eastern Pennsylvania.  One of the advantages of flying at supersonic speeds was the ability to take instant vacations.  Having grown up on the Illinois prairie, Hank was fascinated with mountains, and for him it was a hop, a skip, and a jump to get to the Appalachians.

“Initiates, this is Captain America with a priority call. Please assemble in the mansion’s control room.”  

That sounded serious.  Cussing as he hurriedly zipped up, Hank took a moment to look and listen before becoming airborne.  Confident that there was no one else around – he hadn't seen another soul for two hours, but Ms. Danvers had stressed the importance of making sure - he slipped his aviators' cap out of his backpack and donned it, adjusting the goggles.  He crouched down and then shot straight up in the air, gaining fifteen-hundred feet of altitude in a matter of moments.  Once there, he hovered while going through the challenging act of changing into his hero togs in mid-air.

It seemed like the most secure way to do it, and after some practice where he had to race down after his pants when he dropped them, he'd gotten the hang of it.  Once in his flight suit, he secured his backpack and sped off towards New York.

He quickly arrived at the mansion.  Landing on the roof, he went through building security and sauntered down towards the meeting room, rehearsing the best way to say "What took you so long, slowpokes?" to the other team members.  He should have time to raid the snack trays that were always put out for meetings.  There was always competition for the chocolate chip muffins...

Hank was slightly crestfallen to see Lukas already ensconced in the meeting room.  "Aw, Lukas, how'd you get here so quick?"