Wolverine draws in a deep breath of stale New York air; he knows the Goblin can’t be far away. Staring out at the cityscape, he bides his time, recovering, healing…there’s no hurry; eventually Norman Osborn will come to him.
Logan has done his homework, studied his adversary, he knows that as innovative as this menace can be, this is just another job, another hit. Osborn has been able to keep his distance thus far, gliding beyond the reach of Wolverine’s lethal claws, bombarding him with incendiaries but he knew that it was only a matter of time. Retreating to a warehouse, Logan takes the Goblin’s glider out of the equation, luring him into a face to face confrontation.
“Where are you my little feral friend?” the Goblin asks. Hidden in the shadows, Wolverine slowly and deftly unsheathes his claws; a guttural growl escaping his lips. He lunges forward, arms cocked; he catches the Goblin across the midsection, blood spattering on the wall. Osborn twists away, detonating a smoke bomb to cover his escape but Wolverine is on him. With remarkable speed and strength, the Goblin dodges and deflects the X-Man’s blows, but it’s not enough. Eventually the barrage breaks through, his claws cutting deep into Osborn’s arms, and with with one primal thrust, the claws that Weapon X built, drive upward, plunging deep into Osborn’s torso. The Goblin feebly tries to wriggle away, lashing out at his attacker but it’s useless, the wounds he’s inflicting are superficial and futile. Osborn falls to his knees, gasping for breath; Wolverine wastes no time and punches down into Osborn’s neck. Retracting his claw, Logan steps back, lights up a cigar and watches the Green Goblin die.