The Wolverine or James Howlett or Logan as he chose to go by nowadays was on a plane to New York from Tel Aviv. He found most of what he was looking for. He realized to finally get what he needed he had to return home or what was left of it and avoid his former employers while doing it. The child behind him was an obnoxious brat who needed to get his ass spanked something fierce but the useless mother was to busy sleeping off the alcohol she consumed earlier in the flight. To stop the kicking he got up squated beside the boy. “Do you want to see something cool?” The kid nodded enthusiastically. Logan popped out his claws just inches from the boy’s face and retracted them just as quickly. The boy turned a pale white and stopped his obnoxious behavior the rest of the flight.