"Enough of this nancy crap," Logan muttered darkly to himself. He'd been watching from one of the choppers trying to stay afloat in the freakish weather. Logan would have been much earlier if he wasn't in seven hundred different teams at once. At least that's what it felt like to him.
"The wind is too erratic," the pilot whined.
"JUST DROP ME HERE!" Logan snarled impatiently at the man. The green behemoth needed to let off some steam. He needed something to hit that weren't all the innocent civilians scrambling for safety below. He gritted his teeth and popped his claws, certain he was about to be in a world of pain. "Uugh, I'm gonna hate this," he muttered to himself again before he jumped out of the flying chopper while the Hulk was distracted with Iron Man and dove claws first onto the green man's back. Adamantium was one of the few things that could make a dent in the Hulk's hide.