The merged Wolverine didn't come into existence peacefully, one half was at war the other half was recooperating from war. Their minds and memories were at war with each other. The constant battle over who had the right to exist instilled a beserker like rage, their creator was the victim of it, he died with six claws stabbed into his chest and ripped him apart. The merged Wolverine went on a bloody rampage killing anyone they saw, age nor gender mattered. It took the all of the X-Men to slow him down enough while a trio of the world's most powerful telepaths fought his mind tooth and nail, in the end they succeeded but it cost Jean Grey her sanity to create a psyche that was a mixture of the two that allowed the two minds to work as one.

In the intervening years he served his prison time for the slaughter of innocents. When he was finally allowed to out of jail the only telepath left alive on the planet was Emma Frost the White Queen. She was in her ninities, she released him to deal with the scourge of the Chitauri.

Before he could do anything, he was whisked away by a bright light. Suddenly Wolverine found himself in some strange place. A man was approaching he had a strange scent, not knowing what a Chitauri was or was capable of, Wolverine did what Wolverine does best, he attacked. The strange man was unfazed by the attack simply dodging each attack.

"If you would be so kind please put those pins away this pin cushion will not get stuck today. I brought you here to fix time with some others. If you want to go back to the reality you came from or to go back to the realities that which you both came from it can be arranged after you fix time. Do we have a deal?" Wolverine thought for a second, then nodded his consent while giving him a golden middle claw.