A/N: Though Elena is my oc, I do not own her as this is Marvel, people. I do not claim to own anything. Enjoy.

Elena's Wolverine Adventure!

I admit at first being sent by SHIELD to infiltrate a HYDRA base – my old home – was troubling, but apparently I'm too new to the system to work alone! So who does old Nicky-boy send to escort me? Logan! Wolverine! That ever-lovin' hairy, Canadian dreamboat! Oh, I just wanna … um … wait; I'm actually publishing these entries. So … it actually took a while to get him here. You see, he was actually at the X-Mansion. Shocking, right? Then, it took a little while to convince him to go to another HYDRA base. It took a pack of beers and a 6-month guarantee that Fury wouldn't bother him. But, what kind of life is it if you can say that, anyways? Another HYDRA base … or am I not one to talk?

I bet you're wondering right now about my outfit. Free-forming it doesn't include my clothes, right? Well, SHIELD tested me for a reason and gave me a tight black suit that shifts with me. I was like, "Well, later, when I adopt a civilian life, what if I can't change my clothes in time or need to use my powers for something else?" So after a little while I convinced them to do the same to any ordinary clothes I'm gonna buy. I nagged them, really. You haven't lived until you've seen the vein over Nick Fury's temples throb like that. And, like I said, eventually he caved … I rock …

We finally go into a SHIELD jet and Wolvie sits next to me. I nudged his feet every now and again, but he just gave a cute growl and turned away. Being in this line of work must get old after a while, right? We reach a HYDRA base in … good lord … Siberia! I bet you're thinkin', Oh, well at least it's not her teammates she's invading. Well Mr. or Ms. Smarty McSmartPants, I don't care how obvious this may be to you, but Siberia is COLD! Never mind what Al Gore had to say, the ice bergs are in no danger of breaking apart! You need to realize all I was wearing was the tights! Wolvie really ruined the ride for me by wearing civilian clothes. I didn't even get to catch him in that costume! But we finally get to our target zone.

Wolverine: "Listen up, bub. This ain't the fate of the world or nothing, but I don't wanna hear any whinin' or shenanigans. No helpin' out yur old pals, no screamin' that yur feet hurt after an hour, and - - - NO TRICKS!"

Heh heh, he kinda caught me slithering my arm around him.

Me: "Don't worry! My base was very, very far from here."

Then, of course, he shot off those beautiful, shiny claws that I don't even mind if her stabs me with them. We drop onto the roof of the building and he claws his way through the ceiling. I slither my way through – a move I feel I am perfecting. Gotta practice, right? We enter a gray corridor and I could see two guards in the distance; I'd say it was about twenty feet away. They were really chatting it up. I was making my way for a sneaky approach, but apparently that wasn't my honey buns' style. Logan slashed through the two, but before one guy was disemboweled he pushed a red button that would sound an alarm made a red light flash. Of course that means HYDRA agents come out of the woodworks. I forgive him, though. I heard him growl and mutter "Not my best work …" Ain't that cute?

While he tore through the Siberian agents like tissue, I got to show off my skills! Perhaps I should explain. While still in SHIELD custardy, the doctors looked me over. Skipping the science mumbo-jumbo about the electrically destabilized chemicals, now my body stretches like rubber while my skin remains as hard as steel. So, while I whiplashed one guard into another with one arm I pounded more with the other! I wrapped my legs around some support beams so I could get a little leverage when I wanted to attack from above. I gotta tell ya, I was in the zone! But who should I run into in my superhero romp?

Me: "#1874?"

#1874: "#837?"

I pin my former partner against the wall. He used to work at my base until he got transferred to Siberia. Yeah, the superiors were kinda mad at him after Weapon X escaped, then later X-23 … then Bob decided to tag along with some mercenary who also got away …

Me: "How many times do I have to tell you guys … call me Elena?"

#1874: "Whoa, this is new." He said observing my stretchy-strong arms. "How's a new life treating ya?"

Me: "Hm, can't complain. How are things here in Siberia?"

#1874: "Just like any other HYDRA base but colder. HAIL HYDRA!"

I fought off the urge to scream it, but the rest of the hall heard.

All Agents: "HAIL HYDRA!"

At least I've got a handle on it …

Me: "Yeah, trapped inside must not be a hit, especially knowing if you leave you'd need to be an Eskimo."

I guess I stood there chatting for too long because my tough little Canadian sweetheart turned away from his victims with a look on his face that made me think that maybe he was kinda sorta mad at me.

Wolverine: "What The Hell Are You Doing? Are you seriously enjoying Small Talk with the Enemy?"

I turned back to my old friend.

Me: "Sorry, I'm kinda on this hero trip right now and … yeah, I need to beat you up."

#1874: "Ah, well it was nice catching up with ya!"

Me: "Yeah, you too."

Then I clocked him one with my steel-like fist. I felt bad because, like I said, despite what people say HYDRA's dental plan isn't all that great. Wolvie and I slash through the last of the guards in the hall, so I slither back down.

Regrettably, I must have still been on his bad side because we made our way to this base's main entrance – which we had to make our way to from the back. Thank. You. SHIELD. – I kept getting a nasty look from him. I was about to ask him if there was anything I did wrong, but then a grand entrance opened up in front of us. I remember how the detail in the paneling and the door looked elegant like any antique. The room was like any other villain's lair complete with a sleek black look of a briefing room. Massive windows were laid panel by panel to create a very open atmosphere. The base itself hadn't been very active, but I and my honey buns were there to shut it down for good. When we snuck by the couple that stood guard – smothering/clawing their faces actually – who is on screen? None other than Baron Strucker. The big head of HYDRA himself.

Strucker: "NO! WHAT IS THIS INTRUSION?"

Yeah, he noticed us. Wolvie had no problem with the fact that my former master was on screen and started destroying everything. Seriously, metal was flying! I have to admit, I was a little distracted. This was my unseen master! The man who I was sworn to obey without question! And I must say … not exactly how I pictured him. Baron was bald on the top with scars that traced down. It looked like part of his body was mechanical too, but whether it was what he needed or what he was wearing I just couldn't tell. And Strucker was really flying off the handle too! I saw him stare me down while I was still in awe … he turned such a shade of purple from Wolvie's interference I thought he was going to explode before communication was cut off.

Then it dawned on me. Fight scene! Now! All parts of my body felt like licorice as I flung my opponents around. I'm guess it hurt too what with the steel quality and all. Logan looked like he knew what he was doing so I followed him down a corridor. By this time, everything was in ruins but my sweetheart had an entire self-destruct in mind. There was an entire that had a lot of tubes and whatyawhosits floating around inside. I'm guessed that was where Weapon X happened. There was debris pounding on top of Wolverine as he knocked more and more structures off of their support and the ceiling crumbled in a massive rockslide that by his groans I could tell already started to hurt him.

I stretched my body from one end of the chaos to the other, catching all of the falling scraps of metal and structural stones on my spine. It felt kinda like being kicked by that one annoying kid on the airplane seated behind you. Soon enough I was able to dig Logan out and as we ran I was really hoping he had some of respect for me after that. After all, I know I didn't exactly save his life but … well … once out we were by a final explosion that wiped out the entire base for what I'm guessing is, like, the sixteenth time. My limbs were a few feet apart from each other (yes, still attached) and I had to slither together again, my head pounding and me feeling my weakest. I stood on my own, but I could feel Wolvie behind me, maybe ready for if I fell?

Wolverine: "Ugh … thanks for the assist, bub. I … I guess you ain't all bad." He crossed his arms, looking my in the eyes this time. "Word of advice – supers today need a name. I never understood it … just don't go wearin' no pajamas."

Then he just walked away. I couldn't help but wonder where he would go. SHIELD didn't arrive yet and he obviously wasn't planning on hitching a ride with me. One thing's for sure, the dude knew how to make a dramatic exit.