(Note. Playing Logan while bats is out of town.)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.filmjackets.com/FEATURES/IMAGES/Feature_XMen4-Wolverine-med.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Logan (Wolverine)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Old H.Y.D.R.A. Base/ Leaving to the New York street's.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Black Cat/Captain America<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Photo<br/><br/>Logan smiled at Steve's order. "Bub." He started, as he pulled out a cigar. He draws one of his blades, slicing off the tip before quickly retracting it. "We will make it back in one. 24 hour's, top's." He gave a small laugh. As he lit the cigar, taking in a long puff of smoke. Would he? He did not know. He only hoped, he wouldn't take to long. So much can go wrong. But the strong mutant was determined. Both to make a hasty return with the others. And, to keep every one safe. His frie- No, his family... And, this kid. She was young, hopefull, and ready to help despite all odds. It's admirable. And, just the kind of optimism they needed around right now. "Come on kid. Time for you to shine." Logan simply turned to leave. Certain she was following close behind. As they made it to the door, he slowly took in a deep breath. As he held his cigar in one hand. "Coast is clear." The smell of oil, and manufactured metal's was absent on the other side. He can tell, there was no one around. He slowly open's the warehouse door. Walking out to the cool evening air. They were a ways off. But, at the very least their trip to the Hydra base put them in the general direction of the Jean Grey Institute for the gifted.<br/><br/>Logan took in one last, long breath of smoke from his cigar. Before dropping it to the ground.  With a swift stomp, and twist, the flame was extinguished. And he was ready. "OK. This is no stroll through New York. It's a war zone. Keep your head down, follow me. And don't be afraid to give me your own in put. And above all else, think for your self. Don't choke." With s mile. He motioned his hand. "Don't worry kid, you will do fine."  With that, he began to lead her back towards the crumbling city. Even though it was evening, they had their own fair share of shadows to hide in. But, the Rubble, served as good cover. Logan tried to keep them to the alley's and through the broken buildings. Other wise they are out in the open, ready to get seen. <br/><br/>They walked for some time. And, evening began to turn into dusk. They were still some ways off. But, despite their distance or the current time. Logan was confident he will still make his quota.<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft"> (http://static.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/51ce6099e4b0d911b4489b79/51d8bf0de4b0c6a357c51386/1373207503236/ryan-reynolds-says-deadpool-is-the-worst-relationship-hes-ever-had-preview.jpg?format=1000w)</div>Name: Wade Wilson.<br/>Tag: Ghost Rider. Other Deadpool's "Me." "Me.'  *The inanimate thought box.... Me.*<br/>Wearing: What else ladies? ;) . ((His costume.))<br/>Multiple personality notes: Red  stands for Wade. Blue  stands for smart voice. Orange stands for his thought box. Green is his skater dude voice.<br/><br/>"Wo...." Deadpool muttered at the sight. He not so much as flinched. As the flame wall seared through him. But, as it passed through him, his eyes widened in shock. No pain. A warm summer breeze. "What is this? Thats just overly thematic. A light breze. Blagh." "I actually find it endearing." "Yeah, if only I had long flowing lock's!" Deadpool luaghed, but was soon taken off guard by the girls. "Hey!" He said in excitement. As they held onto him. He wrap's his arm's around them. Quite pleased with this. "Come on ladies, one at a time. Theres enough of the Deadpool to go around." He gives them a quick wink. But, turns to see the Rider straddling his cycle. "Hey, Ghosty boy. Why the long face?" But, he knew what this was. They were afraid of him. "Thats fucked up. Not like he SAVED them or anything."  "Maybe we should..." "Hey girls. Im no hero. Why not show mister skull and bones som apreciation. He was the first to jump to your aid." The girls look over to The Ghost Rider. But, were still too shocked to speak. Only holding Wade tighter. Wade frowns from under the hockey mask.... He sighed, as he began to speak again. Wade can relate to being seen as a 'monster.' Difference was. To Wade the Rider was a real hero. And wade though of himself  as what a real monster is. A human monster. "Hey man. Your good. Dont worry, Im sure they understand. Just frightened for the time being." Wade was sure the Rider understood. A while ago he was being penanced and now Wade is feeling bad for the guy. Just how weird his mind was. It was starting to become dusk. And, now wade needed to figure out what he was doing next. Seemed the rider was ready to hit the road, to god knows where. Or possibly tag along. Can't quite tell when the guy doesnt talk mych. So, maybe Wade should find safety for these dames?