A.N: I'm not posting any new stories now, I just wanted to write this.

Test chapter:

Plot: What happens if the MCU already had Wolverine? What if it wasn't just the MCU?

Scene 1:

"Dr Banner," Steve Rogers AKA Captain America called as he approached the nervous scientist along with the beautiful Natasha Romanoff AKA Black Widow.

"Oh...yeah...hi, they told me you'd be coming." Bruce Banner blurted out, recognising who the man was instantly.

"Word is that you can find the cube," Steve said, shaking his hand.

"Is that the only word about me?" Dr Banner asked knowingly.

"Only word I care about," Steve said so genuinely and without hesitation that it had honestly took the gamma scientist off guard.

"Ah, and here's another member of our team arriving now." Agent Romanoff said as another jet landed on the runway. The back door of the jet opened, allowing a ramp to slide down to the ground. Walking down from the ramp was a man dressed in brown boots, blue jeans, a grey vest under an open red flannel jacket with a leather jacket over that. He wore what looked to be a cowboy hat on his head, he held a cigar in his mouth as he calmly walked down the ramp. He removed the hat, revealing jet black hair that was for some reason shaped to look like he had two horns on his head, the hair connected to the sideburns on his face.

"James?!" Steve gasped.

"Oh shit," Bruce whispered.

"Ah," Natasha looked at the two. "I'm guessing that there's some history between the three of you."

"We've met," Bruce said gruffly.

"Fury never told me that he was coming," Steve frowned.

"There are a lot of things that Fury doesn't tell you," The stranger grunted as he walked over, spitting out his cigar and letting it land on the floor. "Long time no see, Green." He told Banner.

"I wouldn't have minded if it was a bit longer," Bruce snarked.

"We met before?" The stranger asked Steve.

"Yes, you don't remember me?" Steve asked, sounding confused. "James, it's me, Steve."

"There's a lot I don't remember. And my name ain't James, it's Logan." Logan grunted before turning around and walking off.

"Right barrel of sunshine, isn't he?" Bruce asked.

"Who the hell are you?" Logan asked, walking alongside Professor Xavier. The Professor, a bald man in a blue suit that was stuck in a wheelchair that moved by pushing a knob on his right armrest, had brought him here to this mansion for whatever reason.

"My name is Professor Charles Xavier," The man began explaining. "Like yourself, I am a mutant. Though my abilities are vastly different to yours,"

"What can you do?" Logan grunted. "Grow hair?"

"Very droll of you," Professor Xavier said in a dry voice. "No, what I do is I read minds."

"Read minds?" Logan repeated in disbelief.

"Read them, control them, whatever I wish to do with them. Though despite my - forgive the lack of humility - impressive powers, I do not exert my will onto anyone I want. There are rules that I follow, a code I live by. You do not have to worry, your mind will not be touched by mine without permission."

"It had better not be," Logan growled warningly.

"Tell me, do you know what this place is?" Professor Xavier asked.

"I don't know, a school I'm guessing," Logan answered, remembering the sign he had seen outside.

"You are correct, this is a school where we teach all the basics of maths, science, language, literature and so on. But it is also so much more than that, this is in the simplest terms possible, a school for mutants."

"I find it hard to believe that such a school exists without the feds sticking their ugly noses in and pulling it down," Logan responded.

"Believe me, they're still trying," Professor Xavier said with a small chuckle. "This is more than just a school, it's a sanctuary for mutants. Here we teach them how to control their abilities, how to adapt to them and how to use them."

"What does this have to do with me?" Logan asked impatiently.

"You are also a mutant, Logan," Professor Xavier explained patiently. "And as such, I'd like to work with you here."

"Work with me?" Logan echoed.

"I'd like to help you," Professor Xavier said simply. "If you allow me to do so then I can help heal your mind. You struggle with memories, do you not? I can help you with that, I can fix that. I am the world's foremost expert on minds, if you allow me to then I can help you, just as I have done my best to help everyone here then I can help you move past your trauma, move past your life as nothing more than a weapon."

"And what do you want in return?" Logan asked knowingly.

"Nothing," Professor Xavier answered honestly. "If you wish then you can stay at this school and teach, but that is only if you want to."

"I'm not much of a teacher," Logan replied just as a girl rushed up to them.

"Hello Miss Pryde," Professor X greeted her warmly.

"Hi Professor, I just wanted to ask you if our homework was due on Thursday or Friday? I kind of forgot," She said sheepishly.

"Friday at the latest." He told her.

"Okay, thanks Sir," She smiled before she turned and ran through a nearby wall like it wasn't even there.

"Like I said," Professor Xavier smirked at the stunned face of Logan. "We're here to help."

"Thanks a lot, Pete," Kitty smiled at Peter AKA Spiderman who was hanging upside down from a web that he had attached to her ceiling. "Though I got to ask, can you get rid of the web before you leave?"

"It'll dissolve in an hour or two," He shrugged.

"Right, well, thanks for helping us out with Juggernaut."

"It's fine, I mean...my ribs are broken and I think I have a concussion, but it's fine." He said dismissively.

"Anyway, thank you," She smiled before stepping closer. "I..."

"Ahem," A cough pulled their attention to the doorway where Logan was waiting. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Don't you knock?" Kitty huffed.

"Not when you leave the door open," Logan replied. "Webs, Baldy wants to talk to you."

"Right, see ya Kitty," Spiderman told her before dropping down and walking out of the room.

"Hurt her and they won't find your body," Wolverine whispered into his ear as he passed.

"Yes Sir," Spiderman gulped before speeding up his pace.

"I'll leave you to it," Logan told Kitty before walking away.

"Logan," Storm said as she approached him. "You got a minute?"

"What's up?"

"I think I might need your help," She sighed. "My nephew has decided it would be fun to take Cyclops' car for a joy ride and..."

"Say no more," Logan bit back a groan before he followed after her. 'How the hell did I end up babysitting a bunch of kids?' He wondered.