Wolverine

by Big Chapters

The Further Adventures of Wolverine. Chapter 1-Secret Avenger: Captain America may have disbanded his Secret Avengers, and Wolverine no longer part of X-Force, but he still has one more job that needs to be done, and Wolverine's the Best There Is when it comes to getting it done. Unfortunately, an unlikely foe has beaten him to it.

Wolverine

Chapter 1: Secret Avenger

The tavern stank of cigar smoke and stale beer with a hint of urine seeping out from the toilets. 'Just the way I like it' Logan thought to himself. He was sitting at the bar puffing away on his cigar, eyes on the television set in the corner of the room. Logan drained the last of his beer glass. "Pour us a fresh one, Lou." He said to the bartender. "And one for my friend."
The tavern doors opened, but Logan didn't need to look to see or know who it was. He smelled him from a mile away. He walked up to the bar beside where Logan was sitting. "Just ordered you a brew, Cap."
"Thanks." The World War II legend sat on the stool beside him.
"This ain't your neck of the woods." Logan said and took a swig of his new beer. "So I take it you're here to talk business."
"I need your help, Logan." Steve Rogers took a swig of his own beer and pulled a face. "How do you drink this stuff?!"
"Avengers or X-Men related?"
"Neither." Cap pushed his beer away. "It's a bit more X-Force related."
"I'm finished with X-Force, Bub, and I thought you disbanded yer team of Secret Avengers?" Logan asked.
"Yes, I have. Nick Fury decided it was best he took care of that department. Anyway, this is a mission I think will suit you perfectly. Just one last thing I need sorting out."

"Risky business, this." Logan thought to himself as he crept down the dark and eerie corridor. "I don't think even Cap knows what he's sending me up against."
Logan turned a corridor and came across two security guards. He popped a claw on each hand and took them out before they had a chance to gasp.
"Noobs." He grumbled as he sheathed his claws. Three more security guards and Logan reached his destination. He approached the office door cautiously, making sure he stayed out of sight of the complex's security cameras. The door was unlocked—not good, Logan thought. Had someone beaten him to it?
Logan crept quickly and stealthily into the office and darted straight for the top drawer of the desk as instructed. He opened the drawer—empty!
"Sh—" something cold and metallic pressed up to his temple. A gun? There was no scent off the gun or its owner.
"Hey, Buddy!" the gun was removed from Logan's temple as he turned to see the last person he really ever wanted to see. "It's me, Deadpool!"

Logan sighed. "Why me."