--Ontario--

It had been nearly two days since Stryker's men shot him with a dart. Two days for Logan to rebuild his life before it turns into shit once more. He was there sitting on the front seat, drinking beer and smoking on his cigar. All he bought as clothes for the last few days were a sleeveless white shirt, a brown coat, some pants and shoes. Being back in Ontario felt great, it had lot of supplies for him. Stryker and his A.I.M. were still looking. They had just finished searching in Quebec and would slowly work their way towards Ontario. It was probably about time that Logan left so he could hide.

Logan's truck was parked beside a field of flowers. It was early morning as other trucks were passing by. The other thing that was also on the news were the Avengers, they were already credited by the government for their hard work in saving New York. As well as the Fantastic Four, they were helping S.H.I.E.L.D. build a foundation for their new base. And about the X-Men? Absolutely jackshit.

"When will Scott and Hank start doing shit that actually matters?" Logan thought.

He checked his leg once again. It had completely healed yesterday; the effect of the dart didn't last long. But he was impressed with Stryker finding a way to stop the mutant gene. William Stryker, already at an old age but is still finding a way to mess with Logan's life. Typical asshole. He looked at his arm and thought of doing something. He got his claws out and started to slice open his arm.

Blood came dripping from his arm and into the floor of the truck. He didn't care if he just bought new clothes. It was an experiment if he still had his regeneration factor intact. During his younger years, once he was sliced, shot or anything that dealed lethal damage, no blood would come out because of how fast it could regenrate. Now, blood would come out normally because of how his old age has caught up with him. Once he was finished, he looked at his side mirror and saw a cop walking towards him. He lowered the window so the cop could see him.

"Good morning, officer. Anything wrong that I've done today or the past few days?" Logan asked, looking straight ahead.

"There has been, sir. I'm afraid that you could not park here, this isn't a free way. May I check the items at the back of your car?" The policeman said.

"Sure thing, officer." Logan gave a key to unlock the back of the car as the policeman proceeded to go to the back. "Motherfuckin' cops." Logan muttered.

The policeman started checking the back. Logan just kept on looking at the field. Another beautiful thing to look at, especially at 7:00 in the morning. He wanted to buy a book just for sketching, even though it looks like he was a kid, because he was bored most of the time. He was interrupted by the policeman.

"Um... excuse me. I checked the back and it's fine. Just a few beer bottles to go and you're back home. But may I ask you to hand over your driver's liscense." The policeman said

Logan was glad the only thing that he managed to keep the entire journey was his wallet. He still had $25 in his wallet as the remaining amount of money he had. The other cash was spent mostly on his clothes, gas and beer.

"Here. If you want, you can keep it." Logan smiled at the cop. When the cop received it, he gave a dirty look at him.

"So, you like to make jokes." The policeman said, checking his driver's license.

"I'm not the joking type. So, officer, am I free to go?" Logan asked.

"Looks good enough. Here you go." The policeman said handing over the driver's license. "But the next time someone catches you, you're going to pay for an amount of money. Have a nice day."

Logan started the car and drove along the road. He didn't know why he wasn't allowed to park there and clearly he didn't give a fuck. Blood on the floor and the pedal made it a little hard for him to drive on since it was a little slippery. Trees and plants, the only thing he could see in Canada. The only hard part was that he would often sleep because of the road being so green. He had almost crashed the truck multiple times yesterday, and he wasn't planning on crashing it today.

But Logan suddenly came up with an idea. He heard that A.I.M. was opening a new nuclear plant on the bay of New York. If he could pay a visit, he can make a statement about not messing with Logan. He didn't want to say the term 'Wolverine' because he wasn't that guy anymore. Even if he would say it at times and even act if he was that guy.

"I can probably catch a train to New York in time." Logan thought.

He drove faster. If he wanted A.I.M. to fuck off, now was the right time to do it. They are vulnerable because most of there men are hunting him.

"The next train to New York must be at 8:00 in the evening, I can still make it." Logan thought.

--7:15 pm--

Logan got out of the truck and into the train station. Many people were there unpacking their bags and waiting for the train. It was probably a good idea to hide in the ground because there could be any A.I.M. there. He finally reached the counter and requested a ticket.

"Good evening, sir. Where will you be taking your trip tonight?" The woman in the counter asked.

"Good evening. Can I have one ticket for New York." Logan said.

"Sure thing. That would be $128."

"$128! Don't you think that's too goddamn much." Logan shouted, making everyone look at him. "Never mind this."

Logan started to leave the station. He just couldn't believe that it will take him a long time until he could get to New York. Before he could leave, he heard someone calling him; a familiar one.

"Logan, Logan!" Scott shouted.

"Why are you here? Why the fuck are you guys in Canada?" Logan said, looking at Scott, Hank and Jean.

"We are here to bring you back to where you belong. Charles wants you to come back and be part of our family again." Jean said.

"Who the fuck said we were family?"

"Look, Logan. I know you don't want to come back but Cable needs you in this mission." Hank said.

Suddenly, Logan had a great plan. He would go back to New York with them to help Cable and destroy A.I.M.

"Actually, on second thought. I'm going back to New York to help Cable." Logan smiled.

Jean, Hank and Scott were happy. They were all happy because they managed to bring a friend home. They started going back to the train with Logan but he could smell something. Something wasn't right.

"Hank, this doesn't feel right." Logan said.

"What's wrong with coming back home?" Hank asked.

Suddenly bullets came upon them as most of them hit Logan. Logan ran into cover of one of the pillars and looked at the stairs. It was those bastards again.

"Logan, who the hell are those guys?" Scott said, hiding as well.

"It's A.I.M. They've been hunting me for months just trying to kill me. Hank and I will take care of them." Logan said.

"We will?" Hank asked.

Logan ran out of cover and into the crossfire. He managed to kill off two guys who were at the bottom of the stairs with his claws. Three more mercenaries with weapons came down the stairs shooting at Logan. He ran at the first mercenary with claws to the chest followed by sweeping the second mercenary off his feet. The third mercenary came running at him but Logan stabbed him in the head and killed the second mercenary. Logan and Hank cleared the place out after a few minutes. Logan's shirt was flowing of blood and removed it.

"Did you really need to take off the shirt?" Hank asked, in his Beast form.

"Don't expect me running around with a shirt full of blood." Logan said, as more and more mercenaries came in.

As soon as they came in, Jean unleashed her power which set them on fire. Logan was utterly impressed with this as he saw more and more cars coming in.

"The three of you, get back to New York!" Logan shouted.

"We can handle this, Logan." Jean said.

"Get the fuck out of here! They want me, not you!" Logan ran towards his truck.

As he looked behind him, they were already leaving for the train which had just arrived. He hid behind the truck and started to get his keys out. Before he could open the door, he got shot on the arm with the same dart as last time as well as a bullet to his lower stomach.

"Goddamit!" Logan shouted, holding his stomach.

Blood started to make its way out of his stomach and looking around. It was a different cover for the container and a different bullet sound. He looked around and saw a man walking towards him. He losing too much blood for him to see the person. But the person felt familiar, then he realized the orange.

"You have declined my offer. Now, I will take you to the jungle of the King." Kraven said.