Oh man! I am so sorry with the whole 'I-haven't-updated-in-like-forever' thing From now on, I should be updating every week, at least! Please leave comments! Flames, suggestions, I don't care, just so I know people are taking their time to read! I WILL be changing the story to a X-men/ Avengers crossover soon! On to the story!

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The first thing I realized when I woke back up was that I was on a really cold metal table and everything was kind of fuzzy, and I couldn't focus. Then I realized Logan was with me when I was knocked out. I tried to move, but my wrists and ankles were strapped down.

"Wait, I'm a mutant, duh." I muttered and rolled my eyes.

Then I realized there was a metal band around my head. I tried thinking of my room, but I couldn't. I broke out in a cold sweat and began to panic. The metal door opened and I looked over.

"Look was the cat drug in." Stryker walked over to where I was, and continued. "Well, I had you once, and you thought you got away . . . but that's not happening again. You see, next time you steal technology and give it away, you should see what it's about. This," He said, as he tapped the thing on my head "is a beautiful thing. Made so telepaths can't 'read minds' it's the perfect thing so you don't leave me, again." Stryker smirked and got up.

"What the hell did you do to Logan?" I growled.

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't kill him." Stryker answered, and started doing something on the computer. "I won't kill you now but, we will see how far this takes us. I have something great in mind." Stryker explained "The problem is that he is good for only close contact. I cannot set him on a city's limit and tell him to destroy it. You, I can. Problem is, someone could kill you before you are done. I need one person, with the power of two."

"How did you know that I am a mutant?" I demanded, hoping that the fear I had wasn't in my voice.

"I've been doing this for a while now. I don't let anything past me." Stryker got up and left, shutting the door behind him.

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I didn't know how long I was lying there, staring at the ceiling. The door opened again, and my table moved.

"It's on wheels. Great. There goes plan D." I thought. "No way they would let me move and if they did, would I be able to leave?"

We went down a hall, and into an elevator and into a giant room. I tried to look around, but the band was giving me a major headache. I light was over me, and the person who wheeled me here left. I rolled my head over and saw a table of doctor tools, and two shots filled with a grey liquid. A nurse came in and I looked back up at the ceiling. Something was placed on either side of my head, and another person came in.

"Perfect. Are the nurses that were in charge of Logan okay?" He muttered

"At least he is giving them hell." I thought. My vision was becoming very blurry and sounds drifted away.

"Where are you going, concise?" I muttered before blacking out.

I was hungry and tired. I missed Tony's sarcastic remarks and Pepper's cookies. I wanted to go home. My body hurt, and I swore I was going to die if Stryker and his men kept this up.

"Smart one, you can't die." My brain reminded me.

The first thing that Stryker and his buddies did to me was enhance my hearing. They were seeing if my body could handle the hell that they were bringing on it. After doing that, they did something to my DNA and gave me some of Logan's DNA, resulting in me not being able to die. Then, they did something to my eyes, making them better than perfect. My nose was last. I could now smell a bullet and the powder that they shot at me, before it came close, so I could roll away. I had a feeling that this was all of Logan's DNA's doing, but I didn't blame him. He never wanted this to happen to me, I could tell by his facial expressions. We fought each other, and only stopped when we were both bloody messes. Stryker tried to get him so stab me, but Logan didn't.

He looked at him, and made his claws go back in.

"Enough, Stryker!" He yelled.

I put my hands on my knees, and coughed up blood. My head started throbbing, and everything went fuzzy.

Stryker could control the band thing, and Logan never had enough time to get it off of me, but he was becoming just as worn as me.

"God, let something happen already." I murmured.