<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.dinoray.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/wolverine-smoking-feature-290x290.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>NYC, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Up, up, up the Elevator, to the Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Traditional coat over plain white tank top, worn denim jeans and worn combat boots.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Might actually get bored? Logan was a couple of inches from the point of coaxing Banner into a brawl that would detonate the entire building. See Tony sport a smug smirk after that.<br/><br/>Logan had seen too many new years to think that any one of these guys was going to change. Arguably the granddaddy of the bunch, he felt no sort of affection for the bunch. It was a pity that Draken wasn't here. At least then there would be somebody to sit in brooding silence with. Clint had arrived. Huzzah... Hawkeye was in a bit more of a slump than usual. For a former operative, he did tend to attach himself to people, and hell, even Logan could have told him that getting attached to the Black Widow was an exercise in futility. The name all but gave it away. Dumbass.<br/><br/>At the point that Stark entered the Room, Logan stood from his comfortable seat. Between Rogers trying to get everyone into the holiday spirit, Tony being Tony, and everyone else going to and from each extreme, except Hawkeye, of course, Logan was feeling that he might have been better off at the School Party. Less emotional goeyness, and a patch of forest and a small logging town with a bar in running distance in case he needed to escape Summers' outstanding idiocy.<br/><br/>There wasn't space in the world for animals like him anymore, Logan mused as he stepped out into the porch, finishing his first bottle and going for the second. He was an apex predator in a world where predators weren't at the top of the food chain anymore. Sure, he could hack and slash as good as the rest of them, but people didn't need that anymore. They needed heroes, a man in a brilliant and patriotic suit to tell everyone that the wordl was going to be okay. It wasn't ending just yet.<br/><br/>Jean... Mariko... Rose. What would they think if they saw him now? Just the thought had his hands clenching, only stopping when he heard the sound of shattering glass. He looked down. His hand had closed around the neck of the bottle, shattering it and sending the bottle and it's contents to the ground, covering his boots in the expensive whiskey. Within a second, one of Tony's drones was there, cleaning up the mess. Logan snarled at the thing and kicked it away before going to find another place of solitude.<br/><br/>Turn it all off. Lose your humanity. Become the Animal you were born to be. His eyes went back into the timeline that Xavier had unlocked for him, and he saw Dog there, standing a foot and a half taller than him, impaled on his claws, still of bone at the time. Bleeding. Feeling the rush of power as he tore the man to shreds. His hands clenched and he felt his claws tugging at the muscles holding them in place. He breathed.<br/><br/>The Animal. When he got into that kind of mood, even Banner would have a hard time beating him.