C72 Iron Man
Three minutes later, Wolverine arrived at the rendezvous point, reeking of blood. His claws dripped crimson, his clothes were torn and dusted with a layer of grime, speckled with varying shades of red. The murderous look in his eyes had yet to fade.
"Angela! Is this Stark? Let's get moving."
Dr. Ethan recoiled at the other's fierce and chilling presence, instinctively raising his pistol