Maelstrom's grin is ear to ear as he hob-nobs with the best and brightest of the Superhero community. As usual, he is shy about it, and yet for once he doesn't retreat off somewhere alone to nurse his self-imposed loneliness. Instead, he makes an honest effort to be social. If the Avengers were going so far as to welcome him, they deserved a man who would put aside his doubts and try to live up to them. He didn't feel worthy - far from it, but he would try. He would try.
At first, he stayed near those who shared his scientific interests. In their company, he was a light-weight, though he had been an important scientist once. Nevertheless, they seemed to accept him, and the discussion was heady. In fact, something Benni said gave him an idea about the research he'd been working on for so long to send himself back from whence he came. Something to look in to...
Later, with a few Carlsburgs under his belt, he even tried an arm-wrestle with She-hulk. It wasn't much of a fight, but Beorn seemed almost young again, laughing with beer-freedom and the photographer caught a snap-shot just at a point when it when they were both laughing and it wasn't yet obvious how Maelstrom's arm was about to be smashed through the table-top.
As the evening wore down, Maelstrom got maudling and went looking for Bova. Kissing her on her bovine cheek, he asked her for a dance, and, clearing the kitchen of obstructions, he walzed her about the tiled floor before leaving her to head to the roof and fall asleep watching the city lights on the river.