Crossing over

"Where am I?"

Ray Smith, a business tycoon and a billionaire that had it all. Wealth, Women, and Power, everything that fulfilled a man's desire. Of course like every other person he had his own problem, a troubling past, and henceforth, but he didn't care much about that at all.

All he wanted to do was look forward and not dwell in the past. He wanted to live life to the fullest, experience every sin and pleasure life had to offer. Drugs, parties, drinking, maybe a few charity here and there, and then some more indulgences again.

Life was as good as it could be. Being a rich man, he had many unusual hobbies one of them, in particular, was flying. He was well renowned for his love of airplanes to the point where he had his own Aircraft company. But as any business does, he had a lot of enemies and who would have thought that they would try to mess with his plane before he took off on a usual rendezvous.

That was the last time Ray remembered being sarcastic as his engines shut off due to fuel leakage and he was crashing into the ocean at more than 100mph.

"He's awake!" A young boy said running towards him as another boy a bit older than him soon followed up. "Glad you're finally awake brother."

Ray was wondering why these two kids dressed up in old attires were calling him their brother when suddenly waves of memories started flooding in giving him a headache.

Ray was shocked knowing he was reborn. He was no longer Ray but Howard Howlett, son of John and Elizabeth Howlett. The eldest son of the couple, and the elder brother to James. Which in a recent turn of events turned out to not be true, his mother had an affair with the ground's keeper, Thomas Logan and he and his brother were the product of their affair. Finding the truth when Thomas broke into their house and confronted John. He was shot right in the head by his own father when he tried to meddle in between them. His memories were blank after that but that wasn't the surprising part.

The surprising part was that he was still alive and the even more surprising part was that he seemed to have been reborn into the Marvel universe. After all, the boys in front of him were none other than Wolverine and Sabertooth and he was their brother. 'Sigh! I'll think about this later but let's deal with the current situation first.'

"Still hazy?" Victor patted his shoulder with a look of concern.

"A little bit." Howard said as he shook his head, "Getting shot in the head, doesn't feel so good but how come I am still alive?"

"It's our ability," Victor said with a grin as he pulled out his long claws and slowly cut his hands with it, and right before his very eyes, the cut healed back to normal. "Yours is even better, you started healing right after you were shot but maybe since it shot through your head, along with all that brain-goo it took a while for you to recover."

"I see." Howard nodded, "So James has the same power?"

"I have it too." James said nodding, "But those claws really hurt when they get out."

Howard nodded with a smile, maybe it was because he had taken on the life of someone else the previous feelings still remained and he couldn't help but treat James with love and care like how the old body usually did. Currently, James was only 13 years old and he had a long way to become to wolverine. He himself was only 16, a year younger than Victor.

"So what happened after I was shot?"

"You were shot by John, then Thomas attacked John. James misunderstood the situation and attacked Thomas, killing him." Victor explained, "Then John getting the upper hand was about to shoot James as well when I jumped in and killed John. Elizabeth rushed out screaming for help, so we had to rush out. You had already healed at the point so I carried you and we ran."

Howard nodded analyzing the situation, though Victor was selfish and evil in the future he was still a young boy now who was beaten by his drunken father, and regardless of his powers didn't kill him. Howard could sense a bit of manipulation in Victor's tone but it wasn't for any bad reasons. Victor was just afraid to be alone. He was glad to find his brothers and was even more excited knowing he wasn't the only monster around. It was just 1845, an era where no one was even aware of mutants and it wasn't hard to believe that Victor would be afraid.

Howard sighed as he stood up tousling James' hair. He looked out the window looking around at the vast open field, "Where are we?"

"It's an old abandoned house, I found quite a while ago." Victor said, "It's far from town so we don't have to worry."

"I see." Howard nodded as he turned to look at Victor and James, "Victor, though we didn't know this before we were still friends and we grew up together. But now we're brothers who share the same blood and abilities to some extent. So I think it's best for us to stick together and face any danger heading our way. We're family now after all and we've got to look after each other's back."

"That's what I was thinking." Victor smiled nodding, "I was explaining the same things to James earlier. We'll take care of anyone who gets in our way. I am sure no one can defeat us when we all stick together."

Howard smiled as he looked at James, "How's your fever, James?"

"I am okay now. I feel better than before."

"I think that's how we get our powers." Victor said, "I used to be sick when I was young too until I awakened my power. But you were never sick were you?"

"I guess you never know until you get a bullet in your head." Howard shrugged, "We can't stay here for too long. With the townfolk's finding out, it's going to be a witch-hunt for our head."

"Where do you want to go?" Victor asked as Howard looked at him with a smile glancing back at the window again.

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Author note:-

I needed a fitting plot so I changed John's character to a fitting one but who cares, he's just a minute cameo anyway and we never know much about his character.

There's going to be major time skips in the beginning since there's not a lot to do before major events.