<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Logan-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Logan / Wolverine<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Taking his sweet time en route the rooftop hanger<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The Avengers<hr/><br/>The very first thing he did when he stepped out of the stairs was rearrange his crotch with an annoyed grunt. The uniform he had found in his room was really doing its best to give him a wedgie. In truth it was a decent fit but he felt more comfortable in a pair of jeans and his jacket but he did not hate the uniform. A shoulder strapped pocket over one of his pecs was the perfect place for a few cigars and a lighter.<br/><br/>Logan approached the rest of the avengers, the mask already on and the tobacco monkey on his back biting. Pulling out one of the aged Cubans he brought it to his lips and brought it to life with the lighter, a memento and key to his past.<strong>"Don't we all look snazzy in our little outfits."</strong>He said with a puff of smoke before the cigar rolled to the corner of his mouth, his white canine teeth flashed over the curled lip at the corner of his mouth.