After peeking through the attendants of the party, Scott decided he was the odd man out. He normally kept to himself, and if he did speak with someone, it was at his school. When he got in a room with Avengers, SHIELD people, and whoever else, he didn't really feel at ease.
He had wondered off to a large window in the apartment, looking out over the lands. As much as he wanted to think he was Mr.Cool, he was the dude who stood at the open window letting the wind hit his face. This would be a moment to think, then maybe make his way back to the X-jet he came in.
Taking a sip of the drink he looked out over New York, wondering what made this place such a magnet for these people. Super Heroes could live anywhere, but 85% were here. Odd.