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Scott Summers watched the streets silently hidden from view in the leaves of the tree he was sitting in. A black truck pulled up and parked in its usual spot. Scott narrowed his eyes, it was him. The man who twenty years earlier had left him to die while on a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D, the man who had thought he wasn't going to make it and left him there to be captured by the other side and tortured for several years before he finally escaped and returned home.
Where he found his wife with another man.
Logan stepped out of the truck and watched as Max started running for the door; he didn't even have time to react when a man jumped from the trees and grabbed him.
Max screamed struggling against the man's hold on his arms, "Daddy!" He shouted.
Logan unsheathed his claws, "Move even your eyelids and I'll snap his neck." The man shouted over Max's screams as he grabbed his neck.
"What do you want, Scott?" Logan growled narrowing his eyes.
"Your life, you stole mine and now I want yours!"
"You're crazy! I don't even know you!"
Scott frowned, "You… left me for dead!!" He screamed, "You stole my wife and you took my life!!!!"
Logan stepped forward and Scott grabbed a hold of Max's head snapping his neck.
"I warned you!!" He shouted letting Max's body fall to the cement.
Logan ran forward unsheathing his claws and jumped onto Scott tackling him to the ground and pointed his claws to his neck, "I don't know who you are bub, and I really don't care." Logan growled.
"You're all alone Logan," Scott grinned, "Just like me."
"Yer wrong, I still got my son." Logan smirked tilting his head in Max's direction where he had just started to breath again.
Scott's eyes went wide and before he could say anything else Logan slit his throat.
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"He was planning on getting married a week after he was to return from his mission, but he never returned."
Logan lifted his gaze from the floor to Nick Fury's face as they stopped at a door with several police officers running in and out.
"What happened to him?" Logan asked as Fury pulled out his I.D and showed an officer who then let them into the room.
"He was reported to have been seriously injured and was left behind, after that nothing is reported of his capture by the other side. This all happened in 1981."
"Three years before they took my memory…" Logan growled then stopped dead in his tracks in front of a rather large wall covered in pictures, "What the Hell's this?"
Fury stepped up next to him, "This had apparently started about 12 years ago, 8 years after he had been assumed dead."
Logan scowled pulling off a picture of him and Ripley together and shoved it in his pocket, "Sick son of a bitch," He growled looking over the wall before turning his back to it, "I've gotta get outta here." He grunted shoving passed a couple of officers and out the door.
Fury watched him go then turned back to the wall and frowned.
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Outside Logan was venting his anger on the nearest wall… and tree… and anything else he could find after he had broke the first two things. Panting he dropped to his knees and held up his hands watching them heal only leaving behind several smears of blood and dirt. He then stood up pulling the picture from his pocket and frowned sadly at it before ripping it up throwing the pieces away in the garbage can conveniently placed in the grass next to him.
"The pictures will have to be used for evidence, you know." He heard Fury say as he exited the apartment and walked down the stairs.
Logan nodded staring at the garbage can, "Just… just get rid of 'em when yer done." He then turned his back to Fury and walked down the sidewalk to the parking lot and climbed into his truck and was gone.
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