Wolverine's Story

The snow was beginning to fall in the mountains of Alberta, Canada. The tall alpine trees seemed to never lose that sparkling white coat given to them by the sky. The air was cold yet seemed refreshing in the same moment. Deep in the forest the distinctive sound of an axe biting into wood echoed through the trees. One man stood alone outside of a small log cabin chopping wood for a fire. He had a nice sized stack already but diligently continued his work. On the surface one could never tell that this man was no mere mountain man. He wasn't even human. He was a mutant. A particular mutant known for his savageness, his ferocity and a unique set of claws. His name was Wolverine and he was the best there was at what he did. The problem was, what he did wasn't very nice. Or at least he used to be. The once X-men had hung up his costume and hero ways six years ago. Yet now he feared he was about to be dragged back into that world he'd left all those years ago. For a few weeks he'd had a bad feeling that put him on edge. He could almost smell something in the air. War was coming and he knew it. This morning he'd watched on his tiny tv in his cabin as the President of the United States addressed the nation giving a heartfelt speech and made his fears a reality. The footage shown of Captain America was almost painful to watch and after the list of fallen heroes scrolled down the screen Wolverine found himself unable to sit still in his cabin and decided to busy himself with work which is how he ended up out in the cold, cutting wood. The rhythmic impact of the axe biting into the wood logs was soothing and almost therapeutic. After his last log was split Logan paused before getting another pile. He took a deep breath and relished in the cold northern air as the soothing pine wind filled his lungs. However his peace did not last as something more than fresh air filled his nostrils. A familiar scent that caused his fist to clench. Logan turned and could hear the sounds of snowmobiles in the distance. He let go of his axe, leaving the tool firmly planted in the stump he was using as a chopping block and looked towards the source of the scent and sound. It wasn't long before the first snowmobile broke the tree line. Then the second, then the third. Seven in total each with a driver and a passenger. The snowmobiles parked in a circle formation around him. That's when they all got off and stood around him. The people were all dressed in winter combat gear, complete with a host of weapons and more than enough ammo to take down a small country. Wolverine didn't say a word. He just stood in silence in the center of the circle, his eyes darting from one figure to the next until the last snow mobile broke the tree line. This one had only a driver and drove into the perimeter made by the others. The driver shut off his snowmobile and got off before taking a few steps towards Logan. Though the man had yet to reveal himself as his face was covered with a hood a scarf Logan knew who it was. If his scent wasn't enough the goons surrounding him was more than proof enough. Logan was just surprised he'd waited this long to track him down. The man pulled down his hood and revealed a familiar face.

"Fury."

Logan growled. Nick Fury, head of S.H.I.E.L.D and long time acquaintance of Wolverine. Fury had made it a habit to interact and interface with the worlds hero population in order to better guide their actions to meet his own ends. Some liked Fury and saw him as a hero himself. Then there was people like Wolverine who, while respecting the man for who he was and what he's done, saw him as a snake whom you couldn't trust as far as you could spit. That snake just smiled casually now as he looked at the infamous Weapon X.

"Been a long time Logan. How you been?"

"I was fine till you girls showed up. Whatdya want Fury?"

Nick Fury allowed his smile to fade as his tone grew serious.

"We need your help."

Logan just scoffed under his breath and shook his head.

"Course ya do. Someone always does. Ain't ya heard? I'm retried Fury. Hung up the black and yellow."

"Oh I'm well aware of your AARP status Logan. And to be honest, I was happy for you. Hell you've earned it. Thing is you're too good at what you do for us to ignore that you're out here. Threats too big this time. We can't afford to let you sit on the sidelines anymore.... The Reapers are back."

Logan looked up and locked eyes with Fury and in that moment he knew... Wolverine was officially out of retirement.

The roaring engines of the Martin C-130 transport plane was a familiar sound to Logan as he sat there with Fury's team on their way back to the states. Beside him was the man himself and Fury was silent as he paged through a file folder. Logan looked to his left and smirked as the soldiers he caught eyes with were careful to avert their gaze.

"Yer boys are jumpy Fury. They ain't scared of me are they?"

Logan asked sarcastically as he turned to his left. Nick Fury just looked up with an arched eyebrow.

"You? No. They're scared of me."

Logan chuckled under his breath and shook his head.

"So what do we know?"

Wolverine asked casually. Fury sighed and sat back.

"Three days ago we got conformation from one of our deep space probes. The Reapers are in our solar system and they're here in force."

"How many we talkin?"

"At best, thousands. At worst, millions."

Fury replied, visibly concerned. Logan sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"You know we don't have a shot at winning this thing right?"

Logan grunted. Nick leaned forward and turned to Logan.

"You know we haven't exactley been sitting around with our thumbs up our asses Wolverine. Ever since Rogers blew up that relay we knew we couldn't just hope nothing like this would ever happen again. We've been planning on how to beat these things for six years."

Logan just arched an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"And? Come up with anything good?"

"Well Reed Richards worked up a little something we're calling The Crucible. It's an orbital satellite defense system that fires an energized beam from an arc reactor core. Similar to what powered the Iron Man suits."

"How the hell did Richard's pull that off without Stark?"

Logan asked.

"He didn't. The Crucible is Reed's brainchild but the tech is all Stark's. S.H.I.E.L.D gave him access to Tony's private files and unrestriced access to Stark's R&D labs once he told us what he was working on."

Logan let out a surprised whistle as he leaned back in his seat.

"So is this our magic bullet?"

Fury shook his head with a sigh.

"Unfortunately no. The Crucible should drop a Reaper on the ground without much of a problem so long as it has a clear skies overhead but when they're not nice enough to stand still for us... We're still in for a fight Logan."

Logan smirked and looked at the head of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"And that's why you need me."

Fury nodded with a smile.

"And that's why we need you."

"So what's the plan Fury?"

"We're putting a team together. We've already got a few perpesctive candidates but we need someone with experience fighting these things. With you we have that. You can help get the others ready for what's to come."

"I ain't a baby sitter Fury."

Wolverine grunted.

"We don't need you to be Logan. We need you to do what you do best."

Logan turned to Nick Fury with a viscous grin.

"Sounds like fun."

On a long, quiet road in Westchester County, New York the distinctive roar of a Harley echoed out into the country side. S.H.I.E.L.D needed some time to gather the rest of their team and the once X-men had some time. He was headed to a place he'd never wanted to see again, a place filled with two many memories. Logan pulled up into the long driveway of the mansion before coming to a stop. He breathed out a long sigh as he looked up at the building he'd spent so much time in. Faces flashed in his mind of people he'd never see again. Wolverine got off the bike and took the few steps to the front door. He wished he was anywhere else at the moment but this was something he had to do. He raised his fist and knocked. It wasn't long before he got a response and the door opened. Charles Xavier had died before the war and the second man to inherit the mansion died during the war. The third person to inherit the mansion and leadership of the X-men was a woman who in Logan's mind had no business even being in the mansion let alone owning it.

"Logan... Six years is a long time, finally sober up long enough to find your way back did you?"

Emma Frost said condescendingly. Wolverine had to stifle a growl.

"Save it Ice Queen. I ain't here to fight."

She folded her arms over her voluptuous bosom as she tried to refrain from glaring at the man at her door.

"Then what are you here for?"

"I'm here to see Summers."

He replied coldly. Emma stared at Logan for a few silents seconds before she nodded without a word and stepped aside letting him pass.

Wolverine stood in silence before a row a head stones. The mansion always had a cemetery and Logan remembered a time when it was almost empty. Now the place was packed. Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Rogue, Storm. These were the graves that hit Logan the hardest. These were the losses that did the most damage. Logan sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and took a step towards the grave of Cyclops.

"Hey Summers.... Gotta say, helluva thing you did getting yerself killed like that. The mansion, the kids... none of it's the same. Now we got yer girl running things...."

Logan took a small pause to half chuckle under his breath.

"Guess yer not surprised I took off. You always had a problem with me doin that..."

Again Logan paused as his eyes flicked up to Jean's grave and his heart ached at the sight.

"I spose ya gotta be happy now though. Yer with Jean... She was a helluva lady Summers. Yer a lucky man, always were."

A door from the mansion opened and Logan could hear who ever opened it running across the grass towards him. He sighed again and gave Scott's grave a final nod.

"Say hi to Chuck for me."

He said before turning and walking away.

"Logan?! Logan you're back! I just heard!"

The girl said before leaping into his arms and embracing him. Wolverine couldn't help but smile as they hugged before he let her go and looked down at the face of Kitty Pride.

"Ain't ya ever gunna grow up kid? Whatdya like two feet tall?"

Logan asked with a smirk and an arched eyebrow. Kitty laughed and put her hand on her hip.

"You're one to talk shorty."

Logan chuckled and shook his head.

"So you're back now right? For good?"

She asked eagerly. Logan fell silent as he just reached up and scratched the stubble on his face. That was more than enough answer for Shadowcat.

"Logan, we need you. We need you back."

"Yeah I've been hearin that a lot lately."

Logan grunted.

"That's because it's true. You're more important than you give yourself credit for. There are people out there who care about you."

Logan's attention flicked up to Kitty's eyes and he could see the beginning of tears welling up in her eyes.

"I know kid... Maybe... maybe when I'm done. S.H.I.E.L.D's got some stuff for me to do. I was actually supposed to head down to the Baxter Building and talk to Richards but I figured I oughta stop by first."

Kitty nodded and brushed her hair behind her ear with her hand.

"Yeah I'm glad you did."

Logan gave her a weak smile before patting her on the shoulder.

"Take care of yerself kid... I'll see you around."

With that he started walking back towards the mansion to leave. He'd gotten several feet before he heard Kitty call after him.

"You're always gunna be X-men Logan, don't forget about us!"

Logan paused but didn't turn around. After a few seconds he just continued walking.

Logan was in the elevator of the Baxter Building on his way to the penthouse. S.H.I.E.L.D had asked him to speak with Reed Richards so that the worlds smartest man could bring Wolverine up to speed on the Reaper developments. Logan was never a big fan of Reed's and always saw the guy as more of a brain than a fighter but he couldn't deny what the Fantastic Four was able to accomplish as a team. That team was no more however. With two of it's members dead, Johnny Storm and Susan Storm the two remaining members had a hard time of it on their own. The elevator dinged and Logan stepped off to be greeted by the ever loving blue eyed Thing.

"Hey Rocky."

Logan said with a smirk as the massive enforcer of the Fantastic Four walked up to him and shook his hand.

"Hey half pint. Been a while. You just get back?"

Ben replied casually. Logan nodded as Ben led him into the apartment.

"Yeah not too long ago. Hear yer boy's been busy."

Logan asked as the two walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah Reed's been working night and day on that Crucible project of his. Trying to prep for the fight."

The Thing said as he opened the fridge and pulled out a pair of beers.

"It's gunna be a helluva fight if I had to guess."

Logan grunted as Ben handed him one of the bottles. Ben nodded in response as he popped open his beer and took a long swig.

"So, any intel you can give me on the Reapers?"

Logan asked after taking a few thirsty gulps of his beer. Ben just shrugged casually.

"Not sure how much I can tell you. Reed's the one whose been doing all the digging, you should ask him."

"I'm askin you."

Logan fired back. Ben chuckled and nodded before replying.

"From what Reed's told me we aint the first. Them big damn crawfish have been wiping out entire civilizations forever. No ones ever survived first contact... Till now that is."

"Thanks to Cap."

Logan replied as he downed the last of his beer and set the empty bottle on the counter.

"Thanks for the brew Ben, I'm gunna have a chat with yer boy."

Wolverine said as he started to walk away.

"Hey and Logan... It's good to have you back. We're gunna need you once the slug fest starts."

Logan chuckled and kept walking as he shot his response over his shoulder.

"Aww hell Rocky, yer gunna make me blush."

Before entering Reed's lab Logan had lit up one of the cheap cigars he had been carrying and was casually puffing away. He walked into the laboratory just as he exhaled giving the illusion the X-men was appearing from a cloud of smoke. Standing in front of a massive, holographic monitor filled with mathematical equations was the once leader of the Fantastic Four, Reed Richards. The genius didn't even seem to notice Logan's presence until the smoke reached his nose, causing him to cough.

"Logan? I didn't hear you come in."

Wolverine just casually leaned against the wall as he puffed away on his cigar.

"Yeah, noticed that Einstein. So they tell me you built yerself a big lazer."

Reeds excitement began to be painfully evident as he rushed over to a terminal and tapped away bringing up a diagram of one of the countless Crucible satellites.

"Oh The Crucible is much more than a lazer Logan. It's is a global network of defense satellites. I've erected a gridded spider web pattern around the entire globe that gives us a remarkable opportunity to combat these interstellar, machines anywhere on the globe. It is really quite ground breaking technology. By fusing arc reactor technology with vibranium alloy in order to bolster it's-"

"That's a helluva lazer ya built there egg head. So when will it be ready?"

Logan said cutting him off. Reed rubbed his chin before replying.

"Well we've run into a bit of a delay."

Logan just cocked his head.

"A primary component of the project has been stolen. It is the key stone to the entire grid. I've been calling it the Catalyst. It allows activation and arming of the satellites not to mention the actual software needed to operate the grid."

Logan stared at Reed as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"And you let this get lifted?"

"Oh the thief was hardly some common criminal Logan. My security mechs made contact with her but they never stood a viable chance against her. She was much too well trained and much too well armed. The level of technology that she implied was impressive."

"Careful there Stretch, I think you got a hard on."

Logan said as he walked over to the monitor as video began to play on the screen.

"All of my mechs have security logs with video and audio playback so I can review there performance remotely. This is what I caught on our thief."



[hope this is ok Greengoat lol]

Logan allowed a half smirk to dawn on his face as he looked at the video image.

"Damn... girls a looker I'll give her that."

Reed nodded in agreement.

"Yes, she is attractive but the problem is we have no way of finding her."

Logan turned to leave.

"Let me handle that. Tracking's kinda my thing bub."

The mutant was hot on the trail of the mercanary thief. Wolverines first stop was the sight where she had destroyed the mechs and stolen the Catalyst. It didn't take long for the tracker to pick up her scent. Wolverine followed his nose back to the city and now he found himself walking down the street with the scent getting stronger in his nose. He came to a stop in front of a small restaurant and took a few quick sniffs. A low growl rolled out of his throat as his fist clenched. He pushed the door open and stepped inside to see the hustle and bustle of the lunch crowd. Waiters rushed around to their tables as customers ate in peace. Logan stood in the lobby, his eyes darting from face to face.

"Alright girly, I know yer in here..."

He grumbeld to himself as he searched for sign of his quarry. A servor approached Logan with a practiced smile and a clip board.

"Hello sir, is it just you?"

Her voice snapped him out of foucs and he looked at her.

"What?"

He asked flatly. The rough demeanor didn't faze the servor in the least and she simply repeated herself.

"Is it just you today sir or is someone joining you for lunch?"

Logan had half a mind to tell her to fuck off and continue looking but he figured if he casued a seen at the door before he got eyes on target the merc could make a break for it. He opted for a little discretion.

"Just me."

The servor smiled and scribbled something on the clipboard before turning to do a quick scan for open tables. Apparently finding one she turned back to him with a smile.

"Right this way sir."

She said before leading Logan to a small table near the end of the room. Once seated Logan sat in silence and carefully eyed each an every person in the room taking care to get everyones scent. The countless smells of the food from the kitchen and the tables was making it difficult for Wolverine to hone in on the scent of the merc but he still knew what she looked like and looked for any sign of his target.

"Oh Fra-aaan~! You've got a customer on table si-iiix!" one of the waiter called out.

"Table six was it? Ok." Francesca sat back against the wall, fanning herself with the clipboard. The kitchen is a hot hot place. There were times when she thought the chef was some sort of cooking demon from hell. It certainly was hot enough, though the rest of the cooks didn't seem to mind.

"Be sure to smile." The waiter smiled, giving a cute pose at the same time.

Francesca laughed a bit, and returned the waiter's smile "Sure. I won't do that pose though." She rearranged her uniform and tidied herself up a bit. Just a little bit more and my shift is over, Fran thought.

She went out the kitchen door, moving quickly to the assigned table, being careful not to bump into anyone on the way. The man sitting down on table six looked....Well, he looked like the sort of man who would gut you for breathing his air. Rough, with the airs of one who had seen it all. Ah well, even the most vicious of person needs to eat, and Fran was sure he can't be as bad as he looked.

Giving her best smile, she said, "May I take your order sir?" Steak. This guy would order steak. Vegetables seemed incompatible with this man, and meat the only option. She'd eat her own panties if she was wrong.

Logan was still carefully eyeing each and every patron in the restaurant when a voice beside him got his attention.

"May I take your order sir?"

Wolverine turned almsot paying the waitress no mind, ready to tell her to beat it when he caught her scent. Logna's full attention was on her now as he turned to look up at her. A low growl rolled out of his throat as he realized he found his target.

"My order huh?... Yeah I'll take the Catalyst that you lifted darlin."

Logan leaned in and looked up at her, his eyes almost daring her to make a move.

"And don't try nothin smart. You so much as twitch a way I don't like, I'll gut ya where ya stand."

Charming. Looks like she got the gutting part right. From the look in his eyes, it didn't seem like she can bluff her way out of this one. Her smile widened.

"Oh? Sure you won't take the steak sir?"

She sighed. In a split second, the clipboard she held was flying towards his head, she herself having backflipped over the next table. A few moments more, she sprinted through the kitchen door, and jumped into the changing room, closing and locking the door behind her. Another merc? Didn't seem military. Very soon he would be crashing straight into the kitchen and shooting everything in sight she would think. Fran wished she had done what Iron Man had and brought the suit in bag form or something. She didn't finish that portable model of the suit yet, but she still have both parts of the gauntlets. And the visor. It will have to do. She equipped what she had over her waiter's uniform, her bag with her usual clothes over her shoulder.

Now looking the part of a cybernetic maid from the future, plus a 9mm handgun she kept handy at all times, she opened one of the windows and jumped straight to the other side of the alley, landing on one of the fire escape ladders. As she made her way down, she called Black using the visor interface, certain that man wouldn't be able to follow her here.

"Black, the box I recovered. Its called the Catalyst."

The clipboard shot out of her hand and cracked the mutant in the head but did little more than distract him long enough for the merc to flip away from him. Logan tore up from his seat with a roar in his lungs as he charged after her. One of the male waiters jumped in front of Logan and grabbed his arm.

"Hey buddy, it's time for you to-"

Wolverine smashed his fist into the man's jaw knocking him clean through a nearby table befor ehe could finish his sentance.

"Save it bub."

He grunted as he went after his target. The X-man charged after his quarry and caught sight of her just as she leapt onto the ladder of a fire escape in the alley. Wolverine snarled and sprinted after her, first leaping from a trashcan to a dumpster then through the air towards her. Wolverine tackled the mercenary off the ladder and the two went crashing into the alley.

The beep and targeting circle did little more than warn her, as she could not react fast enough to avoid... That. Even if she could, the sight of that man jumping like some sort of rabid animal towards her shocked her long enough for him to crash onto her. As they rolled, she had the presence of mind to quickly eject the hidden blade inside her gauntlet, striking straight for his heart.

In the flurry of snarls and thrashing a single blade shot out and sank deep. Logan breathed deep in pain as the blade pierced the flesh. He released his hold and stumbled back, slamming into a dumpster as his chest bled profusely. Logan's hand was over his heart as he struggled to breath with the injury. His eyes staring with hate filled rage at the woman who'd stabbed him. Soon however the ragged, pain filled breaths turned into slower, foreboding growls. The flesh and skin knitted itself back together and Logan got to his feet. Wolverine glared hungrily at the mercenary with a savage grin as he lowered into a ready position, like an animal primed to pounce.

"Alright girly... Now it's my turn."

SNIKT

Wolverine roared and surged forward his claws on either side ready to tear her to ribbons. He leapt at her and swiped intending to tear her chest open.

For a moment she felt a surge of triumph as the man reeled backwards, his chest bleeding profusely. Her face turned to one of shock as she saw the wound healing, the man starting to breathe easier. What? Just who...

SNIKT

As the adamantium claws came out, she knew she was in deep deep trouble now. The only thing she had that would be able to stand those claws was....

The other gauntlet ejected it's hidden blade in a hiss of metal, as she barely dodged the swipes he made, damaging the frills of her uniform in the process. In a straight up fight, she will definitely lose, even with the visor's readings and the gauntlets.

"I never knew I'd someday be fighting with the infamous Wolverine himself...." Her smile was considerable more strained now, trying to think of a way to escape him. She took an aggressive stance, and gave a fast jab to his face with her right blade, fully intending to follow up with a slash to his throat with the left.

Wolverine growled and pressed the attack. His first swing did little more then tear her suit and he was looking for blood. The merc threw a quick jab to his face. Logan side stepped it but still got a nice long gash along his cheek. Wolverine snarled in pain but accepted the wound as an opportunity to close the distance and get in close.

"Yer gunna have to do better than that babe."

He said with his gash already beginning to heal as he grabbed her extended right right forearm with his left hand and threw his right elbow into her face. Time seemed to slow before the blow connected. Holding her arm she wasn't going anywhere and at this distance she didn't have much chance to dodge it. While the blow wouldn't do any lasting damage it may set up chance for him to get in a killing blow.

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The man in the unmarked black van watched with interest at the bout unfolding in the alley between the mutant and the mercenary. It had been a while since anyone had seen Wolverine do what he did best so this was a rare treat. Beyond that he finally had an opportunity to evaluate Wraith first hand. As he observed the fight his loyal, second hand woman walked up on his right and leaned in to speak quietly into his ear.

"Aren't your worried he'll kill her Director Fury?"

Black Widow asked as her eyes locked on Wolverine. Fury smirked and sat back.

"I'm worried he'll kill everyone Natasha. How are we coming with our super cop?"

"We have already located him and Shocker is being transported to the immediate area as we speak. His vibro-shock units will be returned to him once he's on the scene."

"And our grab team?"

Fury asked, never taking his eyes off the fight raging on in the alley.

"Already in position in case he's too much for Hazmat to handle but we're not worried."

Natasha said calmly. Fury just chuckled and turned to her for the first time in their conversation.

"If he gets dropped by Shocker then he wasn't our guy anyway. Give the team the green light."

"Yes sir."

She took the hit squarely in the face, her visor cracking under the severe blow. But, her free hand was already on its way to his ribs, as she used the pull to leverage more power behind that stab.

Damn...to be found out like this...

She does have a last resort. Like one of her gauntlet held a small missile. If she can detonate it while Wolverine was off guard, she might be able to escape in the resulting debris and dust.

Wolverine coughed in pain with blood spurted from his mouth as her blade sunk deep between his ribs. His eyes narrowed on hers as he gritted his teeth in agony, blood dripping around his sharp canines. Wolverine roared and pulled his fist back ready to surge forward and skewer her on his claws when two Suv's pulled up on either side of the alley and armed S.H.I.E.L.D agents poured out surrounding them. Logan looked up to see a second team posistion on the roofs of the buildings above them, sniper rifles trained on both himself and the mercenary. Wolverine sighed and his claws retraced as he looked around to see Fury step up to the pair of them.

"If you two are done we have real work to do."

He said flatly. Logan growled and stepped toward him.

"I was doin real work Fury. Little miss robo ninja here stole some tech from Richards. I was getting it back."

"We're well aware Logan. We can handle it from here. Beside, we don't want you kill one of your future teammembers."

Logan's jaw almost dropped.

"The hell you talkin about Fury?"

Nick just smikred and looked at Wraith.

"You heard me Logan. Ms. Faefield and I need to have a conversation if you two are done."

Wolverine glared at the head of S.H.I.L.E.D and took a step towards him.

"I ain't goin nowhere till I get what I came for."

Nick just crossed his arms over his chest impassively.

"Relax Wolverine. I know better than most what's at stake here."

Wolverine growled but stepped aside letting Nick walk up to Wraith.

"Francesca right? I'm Nick Fury... Director of S.H.I.L.E.D."

Wolverine was already moving to skewer her, judging from his raised hand, as she raised HER arm ready to fire her own missile in his face. All of a sudden two SUV's appeared, releasing a torrent of men who surrounded them. Men with guns, a lot of guns. Not her type.

The other gauntlet fired up with a loud whirr, as she raised both her arms to either side, ready to blast the first one to move.

"If you two are done we have real work to do."

A rather intimidating black man step forth, without the slightest bit of fear of Wolverine, or the fact she had trained one of the loudly whirring gauntlets at him. After some conversation with Wolverine, the black man walked to her, looking rather strange and fragmented as she was seeing both through the damaged visor and her own eyes where the visor's glass was broken.

"Francesca right? I'm Nick Fury... Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

That smile still on her face, she tilted her head slightly. "Oh? And what does the director of S.H.I.E.L.D wants with me?"

The radio is still on, she thought. Black should be able to hear everything since the fight with Wolverine. No doubt, Black was muffling any sound on his end, listening intently.

Nick Fury's eyes were carefully inspecting the womans equipment. A half smirk etched it's way onto his face.

"Looks like Stark tech. I'd be interested on how you got your hands on it.. Luckily for you I'm not here to bust you for unregistered weapons technology."

He said causally as he slid his hands into his long coat pockets.

"Francesca Faefield, 22. Freelance mercenary with a mind for weapons tech. That's a hell of a resume. Too bad you're under selling yourself..."

Logan listened intently to Fury as he spoke. He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. He may not like the guy but damn if he wasn't convincing. He'd gotten Wolverine to agree to more than a few shady missions over the years with little more than a few words.

If the visor was not over her face, he might have been able to see her frown a bit at the man. She lowered her weapons a little, but not bothering to power them down, just in case she needs them immediately. How was he able to obtain her records anyways? She was sure that no one knew who she really was.

"You still haven't answered my last question."

There was something else that this man wanted? Important enough to ignore that she had gotten her hands on Stark tech?

"Reapers, Wraith...Remember what I told you..." Black's voice suddenly whispered through the still open connection.