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Chapter 3: One Favor

(New York City, a bar in Manhattan, a few days later, evening)

A bartender, a young redhead woman, is cleaning a glass behind the 'bar' itself. A man is sitting there with bottle in his hand. The door then opens and the bartender turns to see a group of men in walking inside laughing.

"Evening boys, what can I get for you?" The bartender asked.

"We'll take all take a scotch sexy." One of the men said, winking to the attractive bartender.

The others chuckled, but the redheaded woman just rolled her yes in annoyance. She then looked under the bar and grabbed several glasses & a bottle of scotch. As she walked over to the table to where the men are sitting, they were looking her up and down with hungry eyes.

"Here you go boys, scotches all around." The bartender said, handing out the glasses and filled them up.

"Thanks sweetheart." Another said, winking at her.

The woman gave them a fake smile. She turned around with the bottle and frowned.

'Pigs.' The woman growled in her mind.

"Mm, what I wouldn't do to hit that." One of the men chuckled.

"Yeah, same here. Think she takes cash?" Another added.

The woman is behind the bar when she heard what they said, and the other man there did too. Both frowned at their comments. The other man approached the bar and sat on one of the chairs in front of it.

"Don't let those assholes get to you. If it ever came to it, they probably can't pack it in the sack." The short man said in his growling yet calm voice.

The woman chuckled, but the men also heard what he had said.

"Funny coming from a pathetic little…" One of the men started to growl.

But the door opened and they all turned to see an odd individual walk in. He wore a black fedora-like hat, black trench coat, black shirt, and pants.

"Hey no socks, no shoes, no service." The bartender grunted.

"I'll only be a minute. I just want a glass of water then I'll be out of your hair." The unknown individual said, the edge of his hat covering his face.

"It's ok, I'll buy it for him." The short man said, motioning his cowboy-like hat to cover his face.

"…Fine." The woman said, then went below the bar to get a glass.

"Thanks, but you didn't have to do that." The coated individual said.

"Heh heh, then maybe you could do something for me. A favor one day." The short man said.

"Fair enough. One favor for another." The dark figure said.

The woman poured the glass and put it down in front of the figure.

"Thank you." The dark figure said, then grabbed the glass.

The men looked at the figure's hand, their eyes widening in shock at the sight of his clawed fingers. The figure was drinking when he heard the men behind him whispering under their breaths. The men revealed pistols in as they almost pulled them out fully, but there was suddenly a distinctive chung chung sound. All the men froze at seeing the double-action pump shotgun in the bartender's hands.

"I don't think so boys." The woman growled, eyes narrowed.

"Look hot stuff, you're getting into something you don't understand." One of the men said.

"I don't care. Get the hell outta my bar." The woman snarled, her hazel eyes narrowing.

"First we've gotta have a little chat with our…odd friend here." The tallest man said.

"We've got a lady in here boys, an angry lady with a shotgun. Take it outside. Got that bub?" The short man growled, turning to face then men.

"You!" The tallest man gasped.

"Get out of my bar! Now!" The bartender hissed, pointing her shotgun at the men.

The men almost completely pulled out their pistols when the dark figure leapt at them. He tackled them through the window behind them. The men groaned on the ground, but quickly tried to aim their guns at the figure. However, the weapons were knocked out of their hands. The dark figure loomed over them, orange eyes blazing through his shadow hidden face. They could hear the growling, it sounded like the snarls of an angry lion.

"Tell me where the local leader is, and I may just let you walk away from this." The figure growled.

"No way freak." One of the men hissed, a hint of fear in his voice.

The figure quickly grabbed him by his throat and lifted him in the air with a single clawed hand.

"I'm gonna ask you again, or you're not going to have a throat!" The figure snarled.

"F-Fuck…y-you…" The man groaned.

The dark figure's eyes narrowed angrily, as did his growling intensify and his grip tighten as well.

"O-Ok! There's a meeting…a meeting near the Brooklyn Bridge…an abandoned warehouse…please!" The man whimpered.

The figure snarled as he punched the man, then let him drop to the ground unconscious. The others tried to run, but the figure suddenly appeared in front of them then knocked them all out with one blow. There was a clapping sound. The figure turned to see the short man approaching him, clapping his hands.

"Nicely done, though I'm not sure why you let them live." The short man asked.

"I don't know…I'm probably going to regret it later." The figure snarled.

"You're making quite the job out of hunting down these guys. You are good kid." The short man said.

The figure nodded then started to walk away.

"Just be careful out there. There are some people that won't like what you're doing." The short man said.

"I already know that." The figure sighed.

"Name's Logan. What's yours kid?" Logan said.

"I don't have one. Thanks again. I'll do you that favor one day…but now…I've got some things to take care of." The figure sighed, then disappeared in a dark alley.

Logan walked back inside the bar and placed a load of cash on the bar.

"For the repairs." Logan said, winking at the woman.

The bartender smiled and winked back. Logan turned around to look at the way the figure left.

"Good luck kid." Logan said.

(S.H.I.E.L.D. Tri-Carrier, Fury's office, the next day)

Fury is not happy with he's hearing.

"He's a threat to my operation! I can't let him blow this! He could've killed Spider-Man and his team!" Fury growled.

"Huh! Should've thought of that before sending them out there without more knowledge of the kid. Also, you never told me he was his son. There's more you're not telling me to Fury. I don't remember everything…but I know he smells more than just like him…he smells like something I should know…but can't…you'll be lucky if I don't end up joining him. Leave him alone, I'm warning you. You have your big picture sure…but I could tell: what he's doing is personal business. Do not get in his way." Wolverine in his civilian attire, Logan, snarled back then left.

Fury's one good eye closed. He then walked to the med bay.

"How are you feeling agent?" Fury asked.

On a bed lied one of the men the figure knocked out.

"Ugh…doc says I'll be here for a little while…I can't go back to spy on the operations here anymore Director…I'm sorry…but I do have something you'll want to here…I know where whatever your vigilante problem is heading." The hurt undercover agent answered, pain thick in his voice.

"I have a good feeling that won't be a problem anymore." Fury said.

To be continued…