u/SoldierSamuraiMutant

Logan wanders into the Hellfire Club, its clear he's at least made a half-assed effort to dress to fit in there. It's lazy, slapped together, and ill fitting. But it's better than what he could have showed up in.

It's not that he can't dress well. It's that he doesn't want to. Not for this. He snatches a bottle of wine off a table as he walks by it, ignoring the protests of the patrons who were about to crack it open.

Frosty! You blasted well better be here tonight!

Wolverine’s eyes narrowed as the news settled over him like a heavy weight. Emma Frost was dead. The White Queen, ice cold, diamond skinned, and razor sharp with her wit was gone. He wasn’t one for sentiment, but the revelation still hit hard. They had clashed often, distrusted each other plenty, yet she had proven herself when it counted, standing with the team through hell more than once. Ruthless and manipulative, sure, but she had style, strength, and a willingness to fight dirty for what mattered.

"Should’ve seen this coming", he thought, the familiar ache of loss twisting in his chest. Too many ghosts already.

"Nobody lasts forever. Not even her." Part of him wanted to pop his claws and tear into whoever did it. Another part craved a cigar and a bottle of whiskey. Mostly, he just felt the weariness that came with outliving so many. She had always carried herself like she was untouchable. He hoped she went down swinging.

“Rest easy, Frost,” he muttered. “You were a pain in the ass… but you were our pain in the ass. I’ll raise a glass tonight."

Name’s Logan.

But you can call me Wolverine, bub… it's the name I'm know best by. But I've had a lot of names. Lotta jobs too.

But the job I'm best at? I’m the one they drag outta the shadows when the pretty heroes won’t get their hands dirty. 5 feet two inches of muscle and bad attitude, wrapped in a shell that’s seen more wars than most men have had birthdays. Adamantium skeleton. Healing factor that won’t let me die no matter how much I beg it to. And these..

SNIKT

...three claws of unbreakable metal that slide out every time something..or someone..needs taken care of.

I’ve been a soldier, a samurai, a secret weapon, a killer, and a man who’s watched everyone he ever loved get taken from him. Governments experimented on me. Friends turned on me. The world fears what I am… and sometimes it’s got damn good reason.

I got the rage of a berserker, the instincts of a predator, and just enough honor left to keep from tearing apart everything in my path. But push me… and the leash snaps.

I ain’t here to save the world.

I’m just here to make sure the people worth savin’ are still around to do it themselves.