--Quebec--

Logan walked over to a car with it's driver smoking nearby. The driver was a male and wearing a coat, brown pants and some boots. It seemed like he was all alone as Logan came closer.

"I need your car and your money." Logan said, opening the hood of the car. "Looks like the engine is still fine."

"Who the fuck are you?" The driver said, reaching for something in his car.

"I need to get back to my family in Ontario. My children needs to see me." Logan lied, which was the only thing he can do. "I would really a-"

Logan got to the ground as the driver shot him right in the chest. It was on the heart region as blood spilled out. The driver thought he was dead but Logan slowly started to stand up.

"You aren't very nice, are you?" Logan said, claws ready.

The driver looked scared and hopeless. He started to aim again but Logan was ready. He sliced open the shotgun barrel and walked closer to him. He looked at him in his eyes and struck fear into him.

"Ok, ok." The driver said, hurried and worried. "Here's my car keys and wallet, please don't do anything to me." He said as he moved away.

Logan checked the wallet which had roughly $750 in it. He grabbed $100 out of it and tossed the wallet back to the driver.

"Keep it. Looks like you've worked hard for it." Logan went inside the car.

"Are you sure the wound won't kill you?" The driver asked.

"Does it look like I'm dying?" Logan drove out of the gas station and into the main road.

Logan followed the road to whichever route went to Ontario. He was starting to enjoy the place until A.I.M. decided to fuck with his experience. At least the forest made it harder for A.I.M. since the huge amount of trees blocked the way. He was thinking if he wanted money to get a truck, he could easily get it from Cable, but why would he go back into being Logan?

All this thinking was starting to bore him. It had been nearly 30 minutes and it was the same thing through out, fucking trees and hardly any vehicles. Once he saw a narrow road, he started to fall asleep. He let his hands fall into his lap but kept his foot on the pedal. He was awaken by a sound of a bear making noise. He quickly stirred the car to the left but couldn't control it to the right and crashed into a tree.

"Goddamit!" Logan shouted, hitting the wheel.

The bear was still making noise and standing on the road. Logan slowly crawled his way out of the car as his right leg was stuck on the pedal while the front car compressed his legs.

With nothing else to do, he chopped off the wires that pierced through his legs and just left it there. He groaned as he moved his way out of the car, he tried to look at the main road but there was no help.

Logan started breathing heavily. "Fucking bears."

Once he was out, he leaned on the tree and looked at his leg. It was not regenerating since the cables and wires were stuck on his leg, blocking the tissues. He smirked a little, now he thought of Cable. Where the fuck would that one eyed son of a bitch be right now. Probably teaching in Xavier's.

"Can't believe a robot is earning more than me." Logan said, removing the wires.

He stood up and walked back into the forest. There was nothing to do but look for a lake and some fishermen there. Maybe he could ask for some help from them.

As he made it closer to the riverbanks, he noticed something flying over his head. It wasn't an airplane or helicopter, it was small, something his size. It suddenly landed somewhere near him and started walking towards him. It was the red and gold billionaire.

"I'm not sure if you're authorized to walk around these woods with a wound on your leg, bud." Tony said.

Logan stared at his leg, it was slowly regenerating. "And what makes me not authorized?"

"Probably because you're losing too much on your kne-. Is your leg healing?"

"Nope. It's fucking regenerating." Logan slowly got his claws out. "You messed with the wrong person today."

"And you messed with the wrong billionaire."

Tony ran at Logan and got him with a punch on the face. It made him stand on one leg but his claws scratched his armor. Tony looked at his torso, it already had about 9 scratches.

"You don't have any love for million dollar suits, do you?" Tony said.

"You're wrong again. I don't have any love for billionaires." Logan said, as he sliced his torso and arm region.

Tony noticed his arms started getting damaged at a higher rate. He punched Logan and got him by his shirt and stuck him by a tree. There he took advantage, he made him a punching bag. Left, right, left, right. Logan started feeling sick, he was about to be unconscious again.

"How many more punches does it take to kill you? This is taking more punches than Thor." Tony said, continuously punching his lower chest.

"It takes every single dollar from your big bank account of yours." Logan kicked him in the chest and continued fighting.

He sliced his arms and torso and focused on the helmet. Logan kept on trying to rip off the arms off but it was too hard, Tony was starting to have too many scratches from his claws. Finally, Tony was caught off guard and was punched on the face so hard, he got to the ground.

"What the hell is your claws made off?" Tony asked, holding his helmet.

"Adamantium. Why won't you ask your friend Captain America about it, bet he knows how it works."

Logan started walking away from Tony and followed the riverbank. He knew eventually it would lead to a lake where fishermen were fishing. He thought of calling Charles but why call him? Suddenly he saw groups of men experimenting with the lake, they were wearing yellow hazmat suits. He looked closer to the logo of there suits. A.I.M.

"What the hell are those bastards doing here?"