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1938

Drunk Animal

It was just another casual day in Brooklyn. I was walking to work like usual, stopped by a corner store to buy myself a lunch and continued my path to boring labour. It was cloudy out, but when was it not.
"You egg sucking piece of gutter trash!" I looked down an alleyway and saw a short yet muscular man beating up a much taller much more muscular man... How often do you see that? Work could wait, I had to see how this would turn out. I leaned up against the side of the building while noticing the door they were near was a back exit to a bar, that explains everything.

The larger man picked up the funny haircut guy and threw him, face down on the ground. Not even a second later and the small man was up and jumped unlike anything I've seen before and wrapped his legs around the mans head while choking him. This was going too far, the large mans face was turning blue. Sure they were both more violent and buff than me but someone had to do something.

"HEY!" I yelled, the smaller man looked at me. That was not a happy face, I kept my calm although I was getting the feeling in my gut that states 'that was fucking stupid, just leave before you die'. "...you're gonna kill him if you keep that up..." His eyebrows furrowed more than I thought they could.
"Go fuck yourself kid!"
"I will not! Leave him be! I don't care what happened or who started it; you're going to kill him!" I was no less than 5 feet away when the small man jumped down. The larger man fell to the ground, breathing heavily but not taking the chances of getting back up.

"I suggest you leave before I take it out on you small fry." He said with a low growling sound... what does he think he is, a dog? He walked right up into my face. "Do you think you're tough or something?"
"No I don't. I just know what's right and what's wrong. Throwing a few punches, sure whatever. Strangling a man to death, not happening." I shrugged and turned to leave.

There was no sound. No footsteps, no gasp, no nothing, and next thing I knew I was grabbed by the left shoulder, spun around and punched directly in the face. I'm unsure if I blacked out or was just dazed but when I could see straight again, no one was there. That was weird. I'm not quite sure what happened but I do know my face is in a ton of pain.

When I got to work everyone was giving me strange looks, just like the people on the streets. Sure a bloody nose, maybe a bruise but when I looked in the bathroom mirror I realised why I was getting looks... Sure my face was punched but the shoulder that I was grabbed by had these three huge gashes that I didn't even feel or notice. Adrenaline maybe?...

I woke up in the hospital with Steve and Connie beside me. Must have fainted out of sheer realization or you know, bleeding out. Luckily people were staring at work or they may not have noticed I didn't come out of the bathroom. Few days later, couple of police interrogations, a tad of a lecture from Steve about drunkenness and I was free to go home. Connie looked after me until I could work again and use my arm. She was awesome, I'll be sure to take her out after this!

A/N: Unfortunately Wolverine was cut from the actual First Avenger film because of the company differences. I think Disney and Fox would boost their ratings if they would get along and make at least one film together XD

See what I did there? "Left Shoulder"! I need to stop this...

I wasn't going to have the Cameo but I felt like I should have done something before the next chapter just to break up the death of Steve's mom and the next chapter. Review please :3

Fun Fact: Wolverine uses the actual insult "You egg sucking piece of gutter trash" in the fifth? episode of the 1993 X-Men cartoon. He says it to Sabretooth, but the taller man in this story is not Sabretooth...