I'm gonna update this, every once in a while when I get an idea. P.S. the italics (or slanted writing) is Logan talking, and the Bold Letters are the Hulk and the normal text is anyone else.
Logan is walking slowly through the Canadian wilderness, a cigar lit and he's slowly puffing. All of a sudden, there's rustling far away, Wolverine pops his claws. He slowly walks towards the noise, finding out it's only a deer. He walks off in a hurry, remembering his last encounter with a large wild animal. He thinks to himself :
"I remember it all so clearly, the Weapon X program, trying to tame me, they should've known I was just a mindless animal.... going to kill them when I get the chance."
Puffing away the smoke in rings, he hears a buzzing above his head.
3 days later
Logan slowly walks out of a bar, complaining that the drinks weren't strong enough. A tall man, in a brown overcoat with his white mustache breezing in the wind, around 50 walks out into the open, saying:
"So, are you the famed Wolverine, I've been hearing about?"
"Huh? Where'd you hear that? I ain't no freak, now leave me alone."
The man walks closer.
"I've heard about your trouble. I can help you, all you have to do, is help me stop someone."
"What's the catch, hm?"
"There is no catch, you help me, I help you."
Logan hands the man a piece of paper, the man hands him a card reading:
General Thaddeus Ross
United States Military liason to S.H.I.E.L.D.
12 hours later
Logan walks into a log cabin, the General sitting at a table with a glass in his hand.
"You got some good stuff in here." as he takes a sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving Logan's face
"Yeah, thanks. Why are you here? What do you want?"
"What's your real name, Wolverine, that is, if you have a name."
"Logan."
"Logan? Just Logan?"
"Just Logan, I don't remember anything past a few years."
"I could help you get your memory back."
"How?"
"That's where your job comes in."
"And that job is?"
Ross pulls out a picture of a man, tall, not muscular or defined, but very skinny.
"I want you to - -"
"You want me to kill him. It'll be quick and clean."
"Yes, but there's something I have to tell you, he's very - -"
"I can live through anything. It doesn't matter if he takes 10 pounds of C-4 to my heart, in a few minutes I'd get up and hunt him down."
"Fine, since you're the best there is at what you do, this should be no problem."
End of Chapter 1
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