Snow quietly fell as the old camping van drove down the lonely road, surrounded by towering pine trees that swayed in the chill wind. The young girl’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the driver’s reflection. The Wolverine was quiet, focused, his eyes scanning the dark road ahead like an animal on the hunt. The hum of the engine was the only sound between them, a low, steady drone that almost lulled Rogue into a sense of uneasy calm.

Then it happened.

A sudden crash, a deafening roar as the massive tree came down right in front of them. Logan cursed, jerking the wheel hard to the side, but it was too late. The van smashed into the fallen trunk with bone-jarring force. Glass exploded in a spray of deadly shards, and the world spun in a violent blur.

Logan flew forward, crashing through the windshield, and hit the ground hard with a sickening thud. He rolled to a stop, his body limp for a moment, lifeless. Rogue called out to him in panic, her voice ringing into his ears.He groaned, his face contorting with rage and pain as he forced himself upright. His bones cracked back into place with grotesque popa and huffs of pain, his flesh knitting itself together as a deep gash on his forehead closed in seconds. Blood dripped down his face, but he didn’t seem to notice. His gaze was already locked on the van.

Inside, Rogue was struggling against her seatbelt. She tugged at the strap desperately, but it wouldn’t budge. Panic seized her as she glanced behind her—the back of the van was on fire. Flames licked hungrily at the interior, creeping closer to a gas canister, preparing a blow she would not survive.
“Logan!” she shouted again, her voice trembling with fear as she continued to yank at the belt. “Logan, help!”

Logan staggered toward the van, wiping the blood from his face. His muscles tensed as he popped his claws, ready to slice through the belt, when his nostrils picked up a hostile scent creeping closer.Logan’s eyes narrowed.
Another mutant was close by.
His gaze flickered towards the tree stump close to the van, instantly noticing the breaking point as a clean cut.

Out of the shadows, a hulking figure emerged, eyes gleaming with predatory malice. He was more beast than man, Ling Hair billowing in the snow,eyes dark and teeth sharp as razors. The man’s lips curled back in a cruel grin as he flexed his massive claws. Logan barely had time to brace himself before he lunged, slamming into him with the force of a freight train. The impact sent Logan crashing back against the hood of the van, his claws retracting with a hiss.

“Logan!” Rogue cried, her voice breaking with desperation. She pulled at the seatbelt harder, her hands slick with sweat, but it was still jammed. The flames were closer now, heat licking at her skin. She could smell the smoke, thick and choking. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched Logan, dazed and slumped against the crumpled hood.

Before the mutant could deliver another blow, a sudden, blinding beam of red light struck him, sending him sprawling backward with a roar. Rogue blinked, momentarily stunned, before realizing they weren’t alone anymore.

Out of the darkness, three figures emerged, their presence trained dramatically by a sudden wind.

“Cover him!” A man barked, his visor glowing with energy as he readied another blast.

The woman swept in with the wind, her white hair streaming behind her like a banner. Thunder rumbled above, and lightning crackled in her eyes. She raised her arms, summoning the skies, and the wind howled in fury, ultimately routing the attacker.
“He’s hurt!” another voice called—a new one. A young man with piercing blue eyes, his expression focused and intense, hurried  quickly to Logan’s side, kneeling next to him on the hood of the van, hands expertly patting his torso down.

“Broken ribs, maybe a ruptured organ or two,” the young he concluded ,his tone calm but urgent. “We need to get back to the house. He needs medical attention and there is only so much I can do for him out here”

“I think he heals,” Rogue said, just having been freed by Storm and already running over.“I saw him .”

The young doctor looked at her, eyes narrowing slightly. “Then he can heal in safety,” he replied, already signaling to his colleague“Are you hurt?”Rogue shook her head, eyes still wide in shook as his gaze briefly took her in, believing her.” Well then, you look like you could use a good meal and some rest.” He then looked at his team. “Let’s get them to safety.”

The other man nodded, his face set in a grim line. Together, they hefted the unconscious man onto a gurney and wheeled him toward the Blackbird, the X-Men’s jet.
The doctors eyes lingered on Logan’s face, his brow furrowed in concentration as he watched the steady rise and fall of Logan’s chest.

“We need to go! Magneto’s men could be back any moment” Cyclops called out, and the younger man nodded, turning his attention back to the wounded man in front of him.

The Blackbird lifted off, carrying them all into the night sky, leaving the wreckage—and immediate danger-behind.