The Wolverine growled. "Back off bub." He popped all six claws, one set was gold another set looked like stone. "We don't know you, we know of you. we know from three different realities, all villians, in one you were murdered by the X-Men becuase you gave them no choice, it cost Professor Xavier everything he had mentally, he slipped into a coma and eventually died. We owe him our sanity, amongst others. We'll never be friends in any reality."