Adrian Blackwood

"Dr. Strange? Avengers? What are you talking about?" Adrian asked, reaching in back to collect his stuff.

Bran shivered in his hands. "Not yet," he soothed. "We're not safe yet. Soon, though, okay?" The broom rustled, like an aggrieved huff, but settled down.

"I wish to get out of the carrier," Boston declared. "This is an undignified way to travel."

Adrian looked at the car they were taking. This one, he had no compunctions about stealing. "Absolutely not," he said. "This thing is a death trap." He barely knew anything about the world the scalies inhabited and even he knew that. "You're staying in your carrier until we're in something safer."