"Goodbye Lockjaw, thanks again. I'll figure this out on my own. It shouldn't be too hard..." Aleron scratches the giant mutt behind the ears and gives him a hug, ignoring the bystanders' staring incredulously at the 800lb dog.

 

He does figure it out...over the course of a half hour. First of all, why were all these people coming and going in not the Fantastic Four he knew but what seemed like ordinary citizens? And just what level did he need to take that fascinating elevator too? And where was the team? 

 

Luckily some of the residents do help out the clearly lost looking young man, they were used to strange visitors in this building. Just most didn't take the front entrance. Though the 71st floor and the F4's reception area wasn't any less confusing. Where was the person who's job it was to be here? Surely they couldn't have taken a more inopportune-"Hello, welcome to the Fantastic Four Headquarters. Please state your name and business."

 

"Oh! I'd almost forgotten all the mechanics you people had around here. I am Aleron and I've come to visit. I do think someone here will remember me even if it has been a few years." The robot receptionist has no expression for him to read and figure out if any of what he's said is clear. "Umm...Aleron Maximoff of the Inhumans. Of Attilan? ...Perhaps there's a file on the royal family?" 

He swears this was easier when he was a kid.