Disclaimer: I don't own Ultimate Spider-Man, Marvel does. I watched episode ten yesterday and I wanted to expand on the episode. So enjoy. Also I like Saber Tooth/Victor Creed from Wolverine Origins better, so I'm using the Liev Schreiber version. Cause his is so much more Bad Ass.
Freaky
Chapter Two
Wolverine/Logan's P.O.V.
The scent of the mutant went left it smells familiar. But I couldn't place it, screams and the scent of fear filled the air. I follow it to the source, I look around at the chaotic group of people screaming and running around like chickens. I can smell something new, smells like a mutant. Some punk in a dorky red and blue spider costume drops into the crowd.
"Whoa, what's going on around here? Why all the crazy, people?" the Spider Kid yells. Must be a new mutant Chuck hasn't sensed. Wham! Some guy tackles me from behind. I grab him and throw the man into a wall, I look back over to the punk kid. He's crawling to a bus with about twenty people on his back. He knocks them off and makes it to the top. I run, jump onto the bus and turn to the kid to confront him.
"Wolverine! What are you doing here?" So this kid knows me good, then he'll know I'm not messing around.
"Grrrrrrhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhh," The kid looks scared, good I'll teach this punk a lesson about using his powers on people. "Grrrrrrhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh what did you do to these people?"
I point at him with my claws and grab his clothes and pull him to my face as I snarl at him again. "Kid, you've got to the count of three to hit the off button on whatever it is on what you did to these people." I stick an unclawed fist in his face.
"What? I didn't do this, I can't do this. My name is Spider-Man duh," the kid pleads. Spider-Man. Kid should have called himself Spider-Boy 'cause he ain't fooling anyone.
"Count of three, Bub." I tighten my grip.
"Uh hello if I had the power to do this, don't you think I'd use it on you. Cause you seriously need a shower. We're both the good guys, I'm not going to fight you. You ferret . . ."
Ferret, did that brat just call me a ferret? I didn't get the chance to teach the brat a lesson. The bus was being rocked by the crowd below, I fall into the crowd. I snarled at the crowds of people coming forward to attack me. Everything goes black and it…smells like a dumpster. That's it no more Mr. Nice guy, the gloves are off. My claws slide out, and I slice through the metal box.
"Who's first? Come on grrahhhh!" I roar at the people backing away.
"Hey stop, these are just people. Something's wrong with them put the claws away. Maybe they've been drugged." Spider-Kid grabbed at my shoulder and pointed at the crowd. I am impressed, not many people have the guts to do that, and I put my claws away.
"Nah, I could smell it then," These people haven't been drugged. No, a mutant's doing this.
We're back to back now.
"So, you have mutant heightened senses?" Kids we're in the middle of a fight and they still ask stupide questions.
"Ahh yeah." I don't have time for this.
"You really don't mind how bad you smell. Stand back I'm gonna web them to the wall . . ."
This kid is really, really lucky we're in a fight right now.
"That won't work," I look at a fire hydrant by the sidewalk, that'll do.
"Don't hurt anyone," The boy yells at me.
"Heh, now why would I do that?" I slash at the fire hydrant. I won't hurt them…much. I put my foot on the stream of water and spray the crowd and the punk.
"What the heck? It was Spider-Man," the crowd crows with anger. Guess these people are blind and morons. Oh well I'm having fun.
"Haaahhhhhhaaaaaheh!" I snigger at the dripping wet people.
"Its just like they say on the T.V. Spider-Man is a menace," a fat man points at the kid.
"Jameson was right about you." someone from the mob shouts.
"I'm going to sue you." Shouts another woman, the kid wears a mask how are you gonna sue him? I catch a familiar scent its Mesmero's scent. I turn and see him.
"Mesmero," I growl.
"Wolverine." Mesmero sounds frighten.
Heh I always knew he was wimp. "Minions, destroy that mutant!" I start running towards Mesmero. Then Twenty minions tackle me to the ground. Mesmero runs away laughing, Spider-Boy hits him with a web. Very nice shot, not bad at all. I jump up and throw the people off, walking to Mesmero's van, slice off the door and kick it.
"You have until the count of three, Mesmero, give their minds back." I slam him against the van hard. "If you can even count that high."
"Who is this guy?" Spider-Kid asks.
"This worm uses his mutant powers for crime. Let go of their minds, Bub." I slam Mesmero again.
"One . . ." my claw goes up. "Two . . ." my Second claw goes up. "If you've done the math, you know Three is gonna hurt."
"Okay, I give. I'll free them." Mesmero's eyes swirl.
The people wander off free from Mesmero's control. I can hear the sound of S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles approaching. Nick Fury Steps out, and congratulates the kid. I spot an agent with a beer and walk over to him.
"Wanna give me a beer?Bub?" The agent jumps.
"Y-y-yeah here you go... uh Mr. Wolverine." 'Agent Rob' as his name tag reads, his hands shake as he hands me the can.
"Thanks." I swipe the beer from his hand and pop it open.
"Uh... I've got to go." Then the guy runs away.
"...What's his problem." I take a gulp.
"Logan, you staying out of trouble?" Nick asks me.
"I'm trying to." I grunt as I chug the beer. "'Till whatever this is, happened." I point at the red and blue dork.
"You were going to kill him." Spider-Brat scolds me.
"Sometimes you have to go down to their level kid." I belch. Kids these days, do they really expect for the bad guys to play fair? Naïve little brats.
"Down to their level? Unbelievable! I just can't...I can't...It just doesn't..." the punk mumbles to himself.
"Hey, I don't believe it. You've got him speechless. Congrats, Logan. Do you know how long I've waited for someone to do that?" Nick laughs. I don't like this kid's attitude.
"Do have something to say to me, you punk?" I snarl at Spider-Punk.
"Only that you're the most disgusting person I've ever met. Seriously, have you ever heard of a shower? Dude 'cause you reek!" He plugs his nose for effect. The kid must think it's cute I don't have time to waste on this little kid.
"Greenhorn," I scoff and throw my beer can at the trash and walk away.
"He was gonna kill people, Nick with his smell," I hear the kid say to Fury, little punk if he kept running his mouth I'm going break his jaw
"I hope I never see that guy, again."
This greenhorn is asking for it.
"Graaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"I roar in the brat's face. He falls over to get away from me.
"And I hope you enjoy your stay in our fair city." the twerp says as he backs away.
"Little Troll." I mutter and turn to go.
"Oh I'm the Troll, you know what . . ."
This kid is dead, he shot a web at the back of my head. I turn around my primal instincts urging to show this weakling who's in charge.
"Enough," Nick says, as I glower at wimp then smirking as he hides behind Furry. The brat sticks his tongue out at me. "Isn't a school night?" Nick turns to the Spider-Rat.
"Fine by me I hope I never smell the Wolverine in my life. And I mean ever." and the punk turns and swings away.
Don't worry kid feeling mutual.
"Where'd did you find that brat?" I ask Furry as I take out my cigar. "Is he a mutant? Chuck's not going to be happy if he finds out you hid him from us." I light my cigar.
"Mutant? Not that I'm aware of, no if my sources are right, which they usually are. Spider-Man got his powers from a spider's bite. A genetically altered spider's bite, which then altered his D.N.A. I believe the correct term would be mutate not mutant," Furry rubs his bald head. "Kid's got a lot of potential, Logan, maybe you would be interested in giving him some tips."
"What are you saying that brat, is a part of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Jesus, Furry, the kid can't be more than...what fifteen, sixteen at the most. Why are you recruiting so young? Fury!" Here I thought that S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't supposed to recruit at such a young age. Wasn't that the deal they made with Chuck? Figures the government won't keep their word.
"Logan, it's not that simple. I had orders from higher up. To put it simply the President and his people don't want anymore unregistered vigilantes, unless they work for us. They were going to have me throw the kids in jail. If they refused, that's why I assembled the team," Nick looks tired I don't blame him.
Dealing with politians will do that to you.
"Do these children even know what they gotten themselves into, Fury?" I take off my mask to look Fury in the eyes.
"I won't be sending the team on anything above what they're ready for, Logan. Give me a little credit. I'm not going to endanger these kids. Beside Wolverine I wouldn't have pegged you as parental?" Furry grins at me.
"I guess living in a school of brats has rubbed off on me. Do want you want Nick. I'm gonna hit some bars." I turn my back to him and start walking away.
"Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how's the new suit?" Furry yells after me. "Think on my suggestion Logan, you could teach those kids a lot."
"Tell the guys to make a black one next time, instead one that looks like a six-year-old's crappy coloring book," I yell back at him. "And I can't stand kids."
# # #
I walk into the Bearback bar, back into my normal clothes. I sat at the bar to order a drink.
"Hey, get me a boiler, with extra whisky, Bub." I flip some bills to the bartender.
"Sure man, sure." The bartender eye the wad of cash and grins. He fixes the drink. "Here you go, man."
I take a long gulp of my drink. Pull out another cigar and light it. I take in a breath then breathe out the smoke. After my fifth drink someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around ready to punch them out. But its not some overweight bastard, it's a woman. A red head, I lower my fist.
"Hey there, I haven't seen you around here before. You new to town, I'm Katie." The woman holds out her hand.
"Name's Logan, buy you a drink?" I grin at her.
"Go for it, Logan."
Thank God for red heads, I know I do.
"So Logan, where are you from? Not from around here that's for sure." Katie asks leaning in closer.
"I'm from Canada." I with a subtle glance at her chest then look back up.
"I thought so, I'm from Michigan."
"Hey," some fat guy in a suit shouts. "You talk to the wood chucker but you won't talk to us?" Fatty gestures at my plaid flannel shirt. If this guy wants a fight he'd better make it worth my while.
"Is that so, Fatso, well maybe she's talking to me because I'm better looking." I smirk and gulp down the last of my drink. I grind my cigar into the palm of my hand to put it out. The woman gasps as my hand heals in seconds. Tubber's friends are around him now, clenching their fists. Tubby rushes forward fist raised to punch. I catch it in mid-throw, I tighten my grip.
"You don't want to fight me, Bub." I catch his other fist in my left hand. One of his friends is coming toward me from my right. I turn and throw Fatty on top of him.
"Two down, four to go." I crack my knuckles in anticipation of a fight. The remaining Four look at each other. Then they run at me, one of the guys has got a metal pipe. He hits my head, I go down. The other three clap metal pipe guy on his back. I get back up and spit some of the blood out of my mouth. The four goons look horrified. I grin. Grab metal pipe guy by his shirt and throw him at a table.
"Three down, three to go." The last three run off screaming. What dumb asses. Didn't even finish what they started.
"Oh my God, my boss is going to kill me." the bartender groans. I throw another wad of cash to him.
"That should cover the damages." I look around for the redhead, but she must have run off. "Red heads, who needs them." I grumble to myself.
As I head for my motel, I catch a scent. SaberTooth, I turn around trying to find its source. I run for three blocks but it's disappeared.
If Victor in town it can't be good, for anyone. I enter my hotel and snarl at the peppy employee, waving at me. I stomp up the stairs to my room 123. I fall into the chair in front of the T.V. surfing channels. I begin to fall asleep and close my eyes, I can see giant swirls on my lids. . .