Superheroes

Ian Carter sat on a lamp post, hunched over and staring at the street before him, empty. Thoughts raced through his mind, why him? How? He turned his head, still thinking. For a while he sat there, taking in the sights, the sounds, the air by the waterfront. Suddenly a man spoke.
"Mr.Carter, I presume?" the voice asked. Ian, shocked, turned his head to face the voice, startled. He didn't understand how he had gotten there, because if he had walked, Ian would have heard him a mile away.
"My name is Kessler. I am in need of some information, and I believe that you may be of assistance." The man asked.
"I'm listening, Kessler." Ian said, annoyed.
"I need to find a woman..." said Kessler, smirking. "Named Sasha."
Ian got angry, and jumped down from the post, revealing his face, half covered by a black substance, that ran down over his right arm and covered most of his chest.
"You mean the crazy chick that tried to take over my mind with this slime?!" Ian yelled.
Kessler didn't seem surprised, and studied the slime.
"You can find her in Empire city, underground probably, follow the gross smell, you can't miss it." Ian said, angered.
"I see" Kessler said, taking one last look at Ian. "Thank you, and as for that "slime" as you call it, I'm sure you'll find a use for it...in due time" and, walking away, Kessler vanished into thin air, just as he came.