One shot. What was Wolverine doing in Amity Park from my story Bleeding Hearts?

We'll find out. :D

Logan wandered the streets of Amity Park. He heard from Xavier that Stark was visiting some family. And the fact that some strange readings came from the Fenton's Home gave Logan the perfect chance to escape the school. He drove for hours, and stopped to pick up a disguise, or costume considering it was Halloween. Putting on the hat, trench coat, and specially made gloves, he could at least claim he was a cowboy.

He now stood watching a man with a chainsaw chasing little kids. Chuckling lightly, the chainsaw man ran up to him, threatening him with the chainsaw.

"Some other time, bub." Turning, he left the man to chase more people. His nose picked up the smell of a very familiar aftershave. Walking, he followed the scent to a haunted house. A little boy was walking, and hovering off the ground. Which could only be the work of Stark. A hippie with strange black glasses stood watching the kids, and stank of the horrible aftershave.

"Stark." He growled. Tony turned, and quickly looked over me with the glasses. He relaxed, realizing whom it was.

"Logan. Good to see you. Xavier checking up on me?" Tony asked, and faced the yard again. I turned as he did, and watched as the Grim Reaper scared the kids.

"Nah. Checking up on some activity aroun' here. Nice disguise. But you're still wearin' that stupid aftershave." He complained.

"It attracts the ladies." Tony chuckled as the black hair girl kicked the Reaper dressed man.

"Ouch. That's going to hurt in the mornin'." Logan commented, as the kids headed back towards the men.

He turned, and vanished into the crowd, headed for the Fenton's House.

"Oh shit." He stood in front of the brightly lit building, the sign lighting up the surrounding area.

He snaked around towards the back, and unlocked the back door with some "help". Using his senses, he stalked through the house. Something strange caught his nose, so he followed the scent. He stopped at the entrance to the downstairs when he heard voices.

"I told you Doctor. You can't just go leaving your sonic screwdriver everywhere."

"Oh don't you start with me Clockwork." Logan peeked down. A British man standing in front of a giant blue phone box talked with a strange green glowing floating person in a purple cloak.

"Oh where did I put you?" The "Doctor" scattered papers around as he looked for the "screwdriver".

"Its not here Doctor." Clockwork stated, and then turned to face Logan. "You may enter, Logan."

Logan growled, knowing he'd been caught, and stomped down the stairs, which creaked in disapproval from the metal weight.

"Logan. How glad you could join us." Clockwork stated. The Doctor stood, deep in thought, and just stared at him.

"James Logan Howlett. You haven't changed a bit!" The man's frown changed to a grin, and patted Logan on the shoulder.

SNICKT

"Watch it, Bub." Logan spat, a fist held threatening towards the Doctor.

"Ok. Maybe you have changed. I love the new claws. What are they? Adamantium? Is your entire skeleton covered in it? Oh! If I only had my screwdriver…"

Logan just watched the two men, or man and child glowy thingy.

"Logan, calm yourself. You are among friends." Clockwork tried to calm the mutant.

"Yes Logan. What happened to you? Last I remember you and Victor were fighting in the war."

"That was a long time ago, bub." He said with a growl. It was different, standing here with a man who seemed to know more than he did.

"Did you get involved with Weapon X?" The Doctor asked, bluntly.

"Depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on what Weapon X is."

Meh. Probably won't continue this.