Anyway, enjoy this chappie! Also, I have a surprise for you guys at the end of THIS chapter, *wink wink* but don't cheat and scroll down to read it first! Go through the chapter then you can read the surprise! Enjoy this and what is to come! ;

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After his talk with Kraven, Nick Fury got to work reinforcing the Academy walls to make sure the Infected weren't going to bust the doors or ceiling down. Of course building stronger walls inside of the Academy was out of the question; with how bad the last few times entering the nearly-abandoned school went, Nick didn't dare send anyone else in.

So, instead, he was building up the walls on the outside. Adding several more feet of thick, heavy-duty sheets of iron to thicken and strengthen up the outside exterior. The drilling and building was no doubt causing a panic within the Academy, even with the disabled cameras that much was sure to be true, but it had to be done.

Speaking of disabled cameras, Fury needed to get that fixed pronto.

He contacted someone, a mutant in fact, who has the ability and extra-keen senses to sneak into the Academy (undetected) and manually set up a few cameras, where Spider and his Pack won't see. Not many mutants would risk themselves to do that, but this particular mutant was a bit...special. Not Deadpool special, ugh – definitely not. But close enough.

"Director Fury, Wolverine has just arrived." An agent quietly announced to the Director, walking up and leaning in close so only the two could hear each other. Nick nodded in understanding, "Good, send him up to my office. I'll be up there soon." The agent muttered a crisp "Yes Sir," and was off once again to do as he was told.

Nick Fury glanced down at the progress below on the Academy, hoping – praying – that nothing bad would happen when he stepped into his office. Everything he's tried with the Infected always ended up blowing in his face, certainly adding a few extra, extremely strong sheets of iron to the Academy couldn't end in mayhem and injury.

But Fury really didn't want to jinx himself either.

With one last sweeping glance, the Director turned on his heels and headed to his office. It was a short journey, though he didn't see much of the lingering heroes as he went. The teens took a breather from the Tricarrier by going to the city and patrolling, Nick figured they all needed the extra stimulation anyway – beating up purse-snatcher might help get rid of that growing frustration. Besides, ever since the gassing of the Academy, crimes rates have shot up in New York and Manhattan.

Spider-Man was the one who usually went out on patrol, occasionally bringing some of his teammates along. But as soon as the news-crews got their hands on the story that Spider-Man a some of his teammates were in 'critical condition' and unable to perform their heroic duties, it was plastered on every screen, video, newspaper, and billboard in New York and Manhattan. Robbers and muggers decided it was a good day to come out of hiding, since their #1 wall-crawling, bad-guy fighting vigilante was out of commission and unable to throw them back in the hidey-holes they crawled out of.

The Ultimate New Warriors felt guilty about the overflow of crime, especially because Spider-Man worked so hard to contain it, so they took the last few days away from S.H.I.E.L.D, and the Avengers, to patrol and help the police wherever they could, only returning back to the Tricarrier at the end of the day for sleep and the occasional meal. Last Nick checked, the crime-rate was dropping steadily by the day thanks to the teens effort – as it should.

But even with the absence of the teens, the Avengers kept to themselves a lot as well. They could still be seen in the halls, or grouped together and discussing over something in a hushed manner, but other than that they waited patiently for anything they could do to assist with the situation. Captain America, Hawkeye, and Black Widow were all outside helping build up the Academy, or watching over the procedure in case any problems sprouted up. Whereas, Tony was starting to get progress in the labs, with the assistance of Sam Wilson and – now – Bruce Banner.

Having earlier talked with the recently transformed scientist, Nick discovered that it was Natasha who had convinced Hulk to morph back into the doctor till Hulk was needed again. It didn't take too much persuading, and not soon after Bruce Banner could be seen working beside Sam and Tony, wearing a fresh pair of clothes and a new lab coat.

Nick Fury walked into his office, the doors smoothly opening for him, as he approached his desk. Wolverine was already in the room, leaning against the Directors desk with his arms crossed casually, a fat cigar hanging out of his lips with a small drizzle of smoke floating from the tip. Unlike the last few times Wolverine was here, the mutant wasn't dressed in his usual yellow and black/grey/blue outfit. This time he wore a clean, slightly wrinkled, white shirt, a dog tag necklace hanging around his neck, and a pair of black pants; thick black boots on his feet. Hair was thick and bristled on his arms, and could be seen poking a little out from under his shirt. His black hair was slick back, with his side-burns looking properly groomed.

Right now, Logan stood in the place of Wolverine, and – aside from the extreme body hair and steely glint in his eyes – looked almost like a normal person. "What do you want Fury?" Logan demanded straight off, his was voice deep, but raspy too – like he spent his free time gargling nails.

"I need your help Logan." Nick Fury dully responded, taking a seat in the chair behind his desk.

"I figured that much as soon as you called me." The mutant grunted, uncrossing his arms to slide the cigar out of his mouth with one hand. "But what's this about? You interrupted my Poker game at the institute."

Nick Fury leaned back comfortable in his chair, allowing his taut muscles to relax against the cool leather. Stress from the Infected has been building up behind the Directors joints for weeks, so it was nice to finally loosen them up a little. Logan noticed as Nick visibly relaxed, and took a quick note of the bags beneath the Directors eyes and the tired, less prominent way he held himself. "I'm sure you heard about the attack on the Academy a few months ago." Nick finally said after a moment.

"Yeah, what about it?" Logan asked, folding his arms again. "I heard Spider-boy got mutated or something – tough break. But I figured you had a hold on the situation."

"I thought I did too." Nick found himself replying in honestly. "But there have been some...complications."

Logan's eyes narrowed, "No kidding. And I'm guessing you want me to do something to save your ass – correct?" Nick didn't seem at all affected by the mutant's words, or even his critical tone. The super spy merely gave a half-nod, "Almost," he admitted. "Honestly, I think it'd be saving a lot more than just my ass."

Logan grunted in impatience, "Well, what is it then?"

Nick Fury grabbed the tablet that had been sitting on his desk. It held a copy of the video footage saved from the Academy (before the cameras were crushed), notes and observations on the Infected, as well as every bit of information Nick had on the mutated heroes.

The Director slid the tablet across the desk surface, where Logan grabbed it half-way. "I don't think you know the whole story," Nick noted as the tablet screen lit up. The first thing that greeted Logan was a picture of Spider, the latest one that they had. It was one of the arachnids when he was in the training room, looking up at the camera with an aggressive looking snarl on his face, the tattered Spider-Man costume could still be seen, now stretched even more thinly and ripping in a few more places; there was a wild, intelligent, (but slightly crazy) gleam in Spiders dark eyes. "We didn't release any photos to the public." Nick added after a moment.

Logan's eyes widened some, before his expression narrowed, then turned stony. "This is Spider-Man?" he huffed, voice low and tinged with a small growl. "Do you know who did this?"

Nick shook his head wearily, "Any video footage we had that could link us to the perpetrator was clipped and destroyed. I have suspicions and a few hunches, but nothing certain."

Logan didn't say anything; his eyes were fixated on the screen. After a few more minutes of studying Spider's picture, Logan swiped his finger across the screen, which showed another image – this time of White Tiger. The feline looking to be hissing, fur standing on edge, claws out and extending with her jaw wide and open, displaying her jagged teeth. Logan swiped again; the next one was of Triton.

With each new picture Logan's hold on the tablet increased. After a few minutes, once he finished looking through the pictures, he was faced with video-footage of the Infected instead, ranging from the first day in the Med-Bay, clear up to the camera smashing. "It's a lot worse than I thought." Logan muttered. "The public has no idea how bad it is?" he asked.

Nick nodded. "Yes," he grimly confirmed.

"Good." Logan grunted. He played a few of the videos; one of the first ones was when Dr. Connors moved Spider-Man to a secluded room in the Med Bay. The room was momentarily filled with the sounds of yelling and growling and screams of pain as Spider-Man fought back the doctors and agents that held him down so he could be strapped to the bed and wheeled away. It was hard to pin-point the screams to Spider-Mans; these were loud, crazy, and deranged – like a rapid animal going on a blood rage.

Logan's expression remained stoic, but his grip on the device never eased up. The mutant watched a few more videos, some of when Spider-Man broke out, and some of the rest of the Infected in the Med Bay; groaning in pain and looking absolutely miserable with their lives. The expressions on those kids' faces didn't just resemble teenagers – children – in pain, but the kind of look of tortured patients, people being tormented and twisted till they were driven to insanity.

Logan's eyes were hard and fierce; he understood tortured agony as much as anyone. His time at Weapon X wasn't a pleasant one, that's for sure. But he was a grown man when it happened to him; these...these were just children. Albeit, teenage children, but children all the same. The fact that someone out there willingly did this to them made Logan furious.

Taking a deep breath, the mutant dropped the tablet back on Nick Fury's desk before he accidentally broke it. Logan leaned over the desk and looked directly into Fury's eye. "What do you need me to do?" Logan asked.

"First things first," Nick replied. "I need visual inside the Academy."

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Notes:

BOOM! Done! Yeah, Logan is here to help!

I really don't want to be restricted to an update every two weeks. That sucks.

I'll REALLY try to have the next chapter by next Thursday/Friday.

When the next USM episode airs, I always do a review of it on my tumblr, here it is once again ultimatespidermanfeels . tumblr. Com (you guys go there and watch me ramble about Spider-Man there)

So I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and – what? Oh wait, you guys are waiting for a surprise aren't you? Very well, I was half wondering if you guys remember the chapter above, or if you were to busy thinking about what the surprise is.

Well, here it is: *clears throat* only two more chapters then this story will be over. Surprise!

(What I never said it was a GOOD surprise XD #EvilAuthor)

P.S You're lucky, this chapter was supposed to be bigger and you guys were supposed to have only ONE chapter left. But I didn't want you guys to wait any longer, so its split into two other chappies! Tell me what you guys think is going to happen!!!

Love you all!

-I'm out!