Lemme get this straight...I mess with the head o' the world's greatest telepath...I use an' abuse a junior X-Man...I massage Braddock's innards with my claws...an' still you dweebs think I'm some kinda reclamation project. Heh. Who's in denial, McCoy?
You rat turds are a bunch of scientists-- old farts. And you figured out how to put your brains in young, strong, tough bodies. "Piotr. Aleksander." You got your hands on some Russian Special Forces troops... and you cored them. Did this to them. Make yourselves into your very own Frankenstein monsters.
Well, now it seems to me I heard about some kinda offer you had on the table. A safe haven for all the poor mutants still out there in the big bad world. Sanctuary. No questions asked. So, I thought I'd get me a piece of that.
They're called the Children of the Vault. They're not mutants, but they're not human, either. And the reason they wanna kill me is just 'cause I know they exist. So I guess you all just joined me on the endangered species list.
Not here to kill you. Far as I'm concerned, you can stay just like this. But I'm gonna make you a promise. You ever find anything--anybody make life worth living again-- I'll be there. This man drinks is on me. As much as he want.
Yeah-- --you see, we really got too many hostages. And I don't think you're all fit for my new world. So-- --I'm gonna let The Hand use one of them for target practice. Either the boy or the little girl. Pinch, you get to choose.
People are self-centered at their core. Down deep. But it's hard to admit it. Easier to cook up a story you live in. One where you're the hero. One where it doesn't matter how you get what you want-- so long as you get it. That's villiany. That's the ugly thing that won't stop rising up in folks. That's what I was, through and through. That's why we need people who are strong enough to fight those self-serving urges. To stand tall and set an example. And folks inspired to live up to the example--that's how they really change the world. They inspire the rest of us by showing us it's possible to be better. But you knew that, Logan. You pulled yourself up on your own and grew into something better. Now it's my turn to see if I can find that spirit to overcome my past. The heart to push through the glaring eyes that only see the beast I was. You'll see Logan. I'll do it. I'll find it. Spirit of a Wolverine.
I don't know who you got in your head, pal, but Logan wasn't there. If he'd a bean there, I'd have smelled him, and then I'd have tried to kill him. War or no war. Best I recall, the runt was playing spy in Madripoor in '38. Nanking was too ugly for guys like him. Don't know who you got in your head......but it ain't Logan.
Wade, I ain't usually one to dole out advice, but... what the Hell are you doing with your life? I know you're the poster boy for bad decisions... but you gotta stop and really think for a minute. Look at all those people that got stuck to you. People that ain't gonna heal back up when they get hurt. An Avengers squad. A bunch of dopey second-string Mercs. An innocent family. Everybody's story is gonna end -- except yours. Death won't take you, but it will take them. So take my advice: walk away from it all.
Yeah! That's it, little man! Finally cutting loose! Gotta tell ya... the world hasn't exactly felt right since I got "inverted." But look at us now! I bet this is why you came to this world from your dumb future in the first place... to be the berserker this boring dump needs!
Sorry, Doc, that information is on a need-to-know basis. And you and the rest of the scout troop only need to know two things. One, you were never supposed to have come this far into the facility. And now that you did...you die, too!
Wrong. The scariest villains are the ones you've never heard of. The ones who live solely in the shadows. Whose names you never read in the papers. Faces you never see. But who control and exploit every single facet of your life, from your mother's teat to your sleep with the maggots.