Wolverine Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Logan took another shot from the counter whilst smoking his cigar, he could hear the cage fight in the background, the bar was unusually busy for a Sunday night but everyone kept their distance. He took yet another shot, adding to the already large pile of empty glasses, as people muttered across the room about what they’d heard, who he really was, he couldn’t help but chuckle at some of the stories of the newbies to the bar. The bartender headed over, glass in one hand, bottle in the other.

“Another round?”

Logan nodded once, grinning slightly as the bartender shook his head.

“Looks like that’s for you.” He gestured towards the entrance.

Logan swivelled around on the seat, back to the bar top, cigar resting between his right index finger and thumb, he took one look at the party entering the door and sighed, cracking the bones in his neck in one swift movement. Storm entered first, glancing around the room, searching for him, Tony Stark followed just moments after, staggering one way then the other. The two made their way through the large crowds, ignoring the mutters and comments, before coming to pull up seats beside him. He swivelled back around the face the bar top once more, grabbing the first of the next round of shots, downing it in one.

“Gimme one of those...” Starks’ words were slurred as he grabbed a shot, downing it in one.

Logan could only remember the time when they worked together, out in the wild, how professional he had been, how much he had teased him and ripped into him. He smiled at the thought while glancing at the drunken figure before him attempting to order a stack of his own. Storm rested a gentle hand on his arm and Logan instantly turned to her.

“How’ve you been Logan?” She removed her hand and her eyes filled with their usual calm stare.

“Here and there. What do’ya want ‘Ro?” His returned his gaze to the pile of empty glasses in front of him.

“Just a social visit.”

“What’s he doing here?” He gestured to the other side of him where Stark was now contemplating his next choice of round.

“I mentioned free drinks.” She smiled lightly, flicking loose strands of her from her face.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, he had to admit, she always knew how to lighten the mood. He downed another shot, finished off the last of his cigar, flicking it to one side before patting Stark abruptly on the back.

“How you doing Princess?”

Stark coughed the mouthful he had just taken before waving his index finger in the air, trying to focus on the two of them “Jus’ peachy!” He hiccupped and began to laugh hysterically to himself.

“Thought he was getting help with this?” Logan gestured towards the growing stack of Stark’s own glasses, with a raised eyebrow.

“Well he is...” Her eyes lit up with amusement as Stark began to hiccup continuously.