Outside of an old bar, a beat up blue truck pulled up. The area was mostly a snowy forest, with a single road to and from a small Canadian town. A large but somewhat short muscular man with a thick mane of hair and side burns, wearing a brown leather jacket, white shirt, blue jeans and brown boots stepped out of the truck.
On the passenger side, A girl of about 16 exited the truck. She had Black hair, green eyes, pale skin and wore a black leather, jacket, pale grey shirt, black jeans and black boots.
The man only known as Logan had dragged his clone daughter, Laura Kinney, out on a road trip, despite her arguments. He wanted to get her away from fighting for awhile.
Though their relationship was still awkward as hell, he had accepted the role he would be playing in her life and decided that some time away together would do them good.
What he didn't tell her was that he was also on a mission, following a trail that would lead to him fulfilling an old promise.
Years ago, some friends had passed away and their five year old son was left to their relatives. However, should anything happen to them, Logan was asked to watch him. Not normally a task he would take, especially at the time, but it was a task he intended to undertake. The boy, however, ran when his aunt and uncle were killed and he had spent a year tracking him down.
Finally, here they were, hopefully about to meet.
Laura maintained a scowl as they walked in, still not liking the idea of a road trip.
They walked into a somewhat large room with a bar to the left and several wooden tables and chairs to the right. Straight ahead was a curtained doorway where Laura's enhanced hearing picked up the roar of a small crowd and the smell of blood, sweat, and alcohol.
"Why are we here?" Laura asked, noticing how he moved with a purpose.
He didn't answer as they walked through the curtained doorway. He pushed the curtains aside to a reveal a pit with a cage in the center, surrounded by a crowd of cheering or booing people. They entered in time to see a burly bald man fall heavily onto the cement ground of the caged fighting ring.
The crowed cheered and booed some more as the announcer spoke.
"Still! The undefeated champion! Who else dares to challenge him?!"
The place went quiet as the questioned was asked, and everyone waited to see who would step up.
Laura saw a man-no, boy standing in the makeshift ring, leaning against the fence, breathing heavily. He only wore a pair of blue sweatpants and black shoes, had a slim but very built frame, and messy brown hair.
He looked up and incidentally locked eyes with her. His hazel eyes were soft and unusually warm, but they were also hardened and seemed to hold a great pain.
Logan caught her attention when he handed her his jacket and walked into the ring. The crowd erupted into cheers as he entered the cage.
"Another brave soul takes the challenge!" The announcer yelled, then turned to Logan. "I hope your durable, guy."
He clapped his shoulder as Logan murmured. "Very."
The kid, no more than 16, took in the new challenger. He could sense his movements from the vibrations in the ground and noticed he was heavy, the man was confident, he wasn't a pushover.
"You shouldn't be do'in this." Logan told him.
"I know." He said, so quietly Logan almost missed it over the roar of the crowd.
The announcer rang a bell and faster than expected, Logan sailed into the cage, thrown by a surprisingly powerful punch.
Logan grunted as he hit the ground hard. The kid shook his fist as hitting him was like hitting a brick wall for an average human.
Logan got to his feet and rolled his neck. He then threw a punch that the kid dodged before it even started moving. He threw several more, but each time the kid moved, as if seeing it before it happened.
Logan wasn't expecting this, and he wondered if he had just found a mutant.
The kid sent a two punches to his gut and another upwards, sending Logan stumbling back.
The crowd cheered wildly. Laura watched them carefully, curious what Logan was up to and what this boy was capable of.
Logan blocked a fist and shoved it aside, creating an opening for a punch to the chin that landed and dazed the kid. Logan exploited this and sent two more to his face.
Logan threw another, but the kid caught it and threw his own. Logan flew back and dented the cage.
The crowd gasped and cheered. Laura narrowed her eyes at the apparent strength.
Logan pried himself off the cage. 'definitely mutant'
"You look surprised." The kid teased.
Logan growled, but decided he'd seen enough. He waved his hand in a gesture that he was surrendering and left the cage. The kid was confused but shrugged as he still made some money.
Moments later, Logan and Laura sat at the bar.
"Beer." Logan ordered simply. Laura was about to speak. "And a glass of milk for the kid."
She glared at him. "I am not a child, and I doubt they have-"
A glass of milk was set down in front of her. Logan smirked and she growled. Her attention turned to her right as the kid from the cage sat a few seats away.
She watched him carefully as he ordered a glass of…milk.
Laura was really starting to hate this place. He pulled out a small flask that Laura smelled had some kind of alcohol and strangely enough, poured it into the milk.
She made a face. He turned to her with a smirk. He tossed the flask up without letting go and a small glob of liquid flew up and over into her milk. Logan turned at the sound it made but shrugged it off. He winked and she sniffed the liquid.
It was a strange combination but didn't smell unusual and was better than simple milk. After smelling it to make sure there wasn't anything suspicious, she took a sip. It wasn't half bad and she gave him a grateful nod.
He returned it and looked away.
She turned to Logan and saw him take out a picture from his pocket.
He got up and walked over to the kid and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Peter Parker?" He asked.
The kid turned with narrowed eyes at the sound of his name. "I think this is the part where I say 'depends who's asking'."