The King of the Wendigos

It was a day like no other, with Tony Stark's shocking announcement hitting every news channel. The world-renowned billionaire had just declared that Stark Industries would no longer be producing weapons.

The press erupted with questions, flashes from cameras blinding the room, but Tony stood resolute, his demeanor serious and unyielding, a stark contrast to his usual flamboyant persona.

Back in Whitehaven, Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter sat together in their cozy living room, watching the press conference unfold on the television.

Steve, who had long been skeptical of Tony's lifestyle, now watched in surprise, his blue eyes narrowing as he processed what was happening. Peggy, sitting next to him, leaned forward, her gaze fixed on the screen.

"He's changed," Peggy remarked, her voice soft but filled with a sense of recognition. She'd known Howard Stark well, and now, Tony reminded her of her old friend. There was something different—Tony wasn't the carefree playboy she'd known from a distance.

Steve nodded, though more cautiously. He hadn't met Tony in person since his return. Frankly, he had avoided it because of the stories he had heard and some people along with Peggy talked about Tony's reckless behavior and cavalier attitude.

But watching this, if Tony do take responsibility for the consequences of his company's actions, then he can say Tony's changed.

"I think it's time I paid him a visit," Peggy said, pulling out her phone and dialing Pepper Potts.

The call connected quickly. "Pepper, it's Peggy," she said, not wasting any time. "I just saw Tony's announcement. I'd like to meet with him. Steve as well."

Pepper's voice on the other end was apologetic but firm. "Peggy, Tony's buried himself in the lab since the announcement. He doesn't want to meet anyone right now."

Peggy's expression hardened. "Well, he's going to meet me. I'm coming over and He'll let me in."

Before Pepper could respond, Peggy hung up and stood from the couch, determination etched on her face. Steve couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head.

"You're going to drag him out of that lab, aren't you?" Steve asked with a wary smile.

"Oh, you bet I am," Peggy replied, grabbing her coat.

Steve stood up too, following her. As much as he knew Tony had his reasons for hiding away, this was a conversation long overdue.

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**Location: Basement of Logan's House**

Logan stood in the dimly lit basement, his hands gripping the Tesseract as he absorbed its radiant blue energy. The hum of power filled the room, and he focused deeply, trying to control the energy coursing through him. His goal was simple but monumental: to teleport freely, without the need for markings.

As the energy surged, his awareness expanded beyond the physical space of the basement. He felt the subtle pull of space bending around him, stretching and shifting. Then, a sudden ripple—an intense disturbance. Logan sensed a fight taking place in a distant, snowy mountain range. His brow furrowed as he focused in on the source. It was Natasha, locked in a fierce battle against monstrous creatures.

His eyes, which had been closed in concentration, shot open. In an instant, he teleported away, leaving the Tesseract behind.

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**Location: Unknown snowy mountain, inside a cave**

The wind howled outside, whipping up the snow into a furious storm, while deep within the icy cave, the fight raged on. Natasha, her body encased in a sleek, black symbiote-enhanced suit, fought with ferocious precision. She ducked, dodged, and countered, landing powerful strikes against the hulking figures surrounding her—Wendigos, grotesque creatures with wolf-like features and a humanoid shape.

The cave was filled with their guttural growls and sharp claws scraping against stone. There were too many of them, and though Natasha held her own, thanks to her symbiote's enhanced abilities, she was starting to feel the overwhelming numbers pressing in.

"Damn it," she muttered, breathing heavily. The symbiote's voice echoed in her mind, *We need to escape, or we'll be overrun!*

Just as she considered retreating, a sudden gust of wind hit her face, and a powerful force smashed into the nearest Wendigo.

*Boom!*

The creature and two others were sent flying across the cave, crashing into the rock wall with a deafening thud.

Standing in their place was Logan, a smirk playing on his lips as he turned to Natasha. "Miss me, Red?"

Natasha, her chest heaving from the fight, allowed a small smile to creep across her face. "Is this the part where I fall for you? A classic 'damsel in danger' rescue situation."

Logan chuckled, but before he could respond, a thunderous roar echoed through the cave, shaking loose bits of ice and rock from the ceiling.

The largest Wendigo, towering over the rest, bared its teeth and pounded its massive fists against the ground. It was the Wendigo King, the leader of its monstrous kind. Its roar sent the remaining Wendigos—nearly twenty of them—charging toward Logan and Natasha.

Natasha stepped up next to Logan, her symbiote's tendrils rippling along her body. "Got a plan, Wolf boy?"

Logan smirked, extending his claws with a sharp snikt. "Yeah. I'm gonna fucking kill them all."

The first two Wendigos came at Logan from opposite sides, their claws aimed for his neck and torso.

But Logan was faster. In a blur of movement, he disappeared from where he stood. Before Natasha could fully register what had happened, the heads of the two Wendigos rolled across the cave floor, their bodies collapsing in a heap.

Even with her symbiote-enhanced reflexes, Natasha hadn't seen Logan's full movement. She blinked in surprise.

Logan straightened, glancing at her with a grin. "I'm only using a tiny bit of my power, so pay attention, Red."

Turning his gaze to the Wendigo King, Logan growled, "You're next, you fucker."

With a speed that made him seem like a phantom, Logan charged into the horde.

The cave became a blur of slashes and carnage. Logan moved fluidly between the creatures, his claws ripping through their thick hides like paper. Blood sprayed through the air as he decapitated, dismembered, and eviscerated Wendigo after Wendigo.

A hulking Wendigo lunged at him with its claws outstretched, but Logan ducked low, slashing through its legs, severing them at the knees. As the creature howled in pain and fell forward, Logan drove his claws upward into its chest, splitting it apart with a brutal twist.

Another Wendigo swung a massive fist at his head, but Logan sidestepped, slicing through its arm with a single swipe before plunging his claws into its throat.

Natasha watched, momentarily in awe. The ferocity and precision of Logan's attacks were terrifying. He was an unstoppable force—every movement efficient, every strike lethal. The Wendigos, despite their numbers and brute strength, stood no chance.

One by one, the creatures fell. Blood stained the icy cave floor, and the once deafening growls and roars of the Wendigos faded into silence.

Soon, only Logan, Natasha, and the Wendigo King remained.

The Wendigo King let out a final, defiant roar, towering over them with fury burning in its glowing red eyes. It charged at Logan, shaking the ground with each thunderous step.

Logan grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now it's your turn."

After some time, the cave had grown eerily quiet, with only three figures remaining: Logan, Natasha, and the Wendigo King.

The Wendigo King, towering over them even after witnessing Logan's ferocity, narrowed his glowing red eyes. "I know who you are," it growled in a low, raspy voice, something rarely heard from its kind.

Logan, drenched in the blood of the other Wendigos he had slaughtered, smiled darkly. "Oh? I didn't think you were smart enough for a conversation."

The Wendigo King's lips curled into a menacing smirk. "You are the purpose of my creation. You are my mission. Alpha."

At the mention of that word—Alpha—something shifted in the air. Logan's gaze sharpened, but before he could respond, the Wendigo King lunged at him, launching its massive body through the air.

But to Logan, it seemed laughably slow, like a child stumbling toward him.

In one fluid motion, Logan sidestepped and extended his claws with a vicious snikt, severing the Wendigo King's arms and legs with precision strikes.

The beast howled in agony as its limbs hit the icy cave floor, and it crashed to the ground, bleeding profusely.

Logan stepped forward, placing his boot on the creature's face and pressing down hard. "Now, how about you tell me what that was all about?" His tone was cold, but his curiosity was piqued.

He had half a mind to kill the creature and be done with it. But something about its mention of his "purpose" had caught his interest, and maybe—just maybe—a quick date with Natasha after the fight wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Logan pushed his boot harder against the Wendigo King's cheek, forcing its face into the frozen ground. "Talk," he growled, his voice dripping with lethal intent.

The Wendigo King let out a guttural laugh. And then, without warning, its severed limbs began to regenerate at an alarming rate.

In mere seconds, its arms and legs grew back, and it lashed out with extended claws aimed at Logan's chest.

But Logan was faster, leaping away just in time. He landed near Natasha, who had been silently observing the battle.

Without a word, Logan leaned in and kissed her cheek, smirking. "Let's finish this quickly and go on a date."

Before Natasha could reply, Logan darted back toward the Wendigo King, catching one of its arms mid-swing.

With his other hand, he drove his claws through the beast's wrist, severing the arm cleanly.

The Wendigo screeched in pain but swung its other arm at Logan. This time, Logan's claws moved faster—too fast for the creature to counter. He sliced through the second arm with a swift motion, sending it flying across the cave.

Logan's eyes began to glow an intense red, signaling the power of his Alpha Werewolf power.

His claws blurred as he moved with lightning speed, hacking away at the Wendigo's body in a brutal display of precision and savagery. Each strike was like a master samurai cutting through the leaves falling to the ground, his claws dancing through flesh and bone as though they were nothing but paper.

Natasha watched in awe as Logan tore through the Wendigo with lethal efficiency. It was like watching a storm of blades—silent, swift, and deadly.

In mere seconds, the Wendigo King was reduced to nothing more than a pile of shredded limbs and flesh, scattered across the cave floor.

Logan, breathing steadily, retracted his claws and extended one hand.

A bright energy gathered in his palm before he unleashed it in a powerful blast, reducing the Wendigo's remains to dust.

The force of the blast echoed through the cave, shaking the very ground beneath them.

Only the head of the Wendigo King remained, lying motionless on the ground.

Its eyes blinked in confusion, unsure of what had just happened. But even as a disembodied head, the Wendigo King still had a flicker of confidence. It believed that its body would regenerate soon enough.

Logan bent down, lifting the Wendigo's head by its matted hair. His gaze was cold, his voice like steel. "I've seen regeneration like yours before," he growled. "Now tell me—what's your connection to Victor? Or more specifically, Agatha?"

Natasha's ears perked up at the mention of Agatha. This was the first time she had seen Logan this serious, and she wasn't about to miss a word.

But the Wendigo King didn't respond to the question, its eyes flared with fury, and it opened its mouth wide. A freezing ray of ice shot out, hitting Logan square in the chest and encasing him in a thick shell of ice.

The Wendigo King smirked, thinking it had finally turned the tide of the battle.

Natasha took a step forward, ready to act, but the voice of her symbiote whispered in her mind. Don't. Wait.

She hesitated, trusting the symbiote's intuition. And within seconds, the ice around Logan's body began to melt.

His body started to glow with a faint blue light, and the thick ice encasing him evaporated in an instant.

Logan stood tall, completely unharmed. His eyes locked onto the Wendigo King's head with an intense glare. "Your call," he said in a low and dangerous tone.

Without giving the creature another moment to act, Logan extended his hand once more. A powerful blast of energy erupted from his palm, engulfing the Wendigo King's head in a wave of destructive force.

The creature's eyes widened in shock as it realized its fate. In seconds, it was reduced to dust—completely obliterated.

The cave grew silent once more, with nothing but the faint echo of the battle lingering in the air.

Logan turned, a satisfied smirk on his face as he walked back toward Natasha. "Now," he said, his voice softer, "let's talk about our date."

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**Location: Whitehaven, Meeting Hall**

Inside the vast, stone-walled Meeting Hall of Whitehaven, the air was charged with anticipation.

Seated around a large, circular table were the Betas of Logan's pack—powerful and loyal wolves who had gathered for a single, decisive mission.

The discussion had come to an end, and each Beta wore a look of fierce determination. They had spent hours meticulously planning the annihilation of Hydra, the organization that had planned to kill thier leader.

Now, after years of preparation and gathering intelligence, the time to strike had finally arrived.

At the center of it all was Skye, who had spent years hacking into Hydra's intricate network. Her efforts had finally paid off. "We know everything," she said confidently, her hands resting on the holographic map that displayed Hydra's bases scattered across the globe. "Every member, every hidden base—Hydra won't survive tonight."

Sebastian, one of the most skilled warriors in the pack, smirked as he looked at the map. "Good. It's time we wiped them out. Not a single one of them leaves this night alive." His voice was low, but the promise of bloodshed hung heavy in the room.

Hank, always the strategist, leaned forward. "We'll split into teams. Hit them fast and hard. By the time they realize what's happening, it'll already be too late."

Benjamin, still getting used to human life, had grown into his role as one of the pack's leaders. His calm demeanor betrayed none of the raw power he possessed. He nodded at Hank's words.

Skye, who had recently awakened her vibration-controlling abilities, was now in charge of one of the teams as well.

Her powers made her invaluable in this mission, and she had quickly gained the respect of the others. "We'll need three Zetas per team," she said, referring to the wolves who could teleport from one location to another. "Once each base is destroyed, the Zetas will take us to the next."

The teams were formed: Sebastian, Hank, Benjamin, and Skye would each lead a group, with Zetas assigned to ensure they could move quickly between bases.

They had a clear mission—destroy every Hydra base and eliminate every single member. There would be no mercy, no survivors.

The remaining Zetas and Betas would focus on a more delicate task—targeting Hydra's higher-ups. They had been marked for assassination.

Each of these individuals held crucial positions within the Hydra organization, and their deaths would ensure Hydra's complete collapse.

Emily, standing near the corner of the room, had been tasked with monitoring the entire operation. She would be the one guiding them, ensuring every team stayed on track.

"I'll be in your ears the whole time," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "If anything goes wrong, I'll direct you to the nearest Zeta for immediate extraction."

There was a heavy silence in the room as the weight of the mission set in. This was more than just an attack on Hydra. This was a reckoning, a chance to prove themselves after the incident with Victor, the guy who showed them how weak they all are.

Sebastian, always eager for battle, stood and stretched, his muscles taut with excitement. "Tonight," he said, his voice carrying through the room, "Hydra will cease to exist. We'll erase them from the face of the earth."

The Betas stood as one, ready to take their place in history. Each of them knew the risks, but they also knew the reward—a world free of Hydra's influence, and redemption for the losses they had suffered.

Skye, her powers now fully awakened, looked at the faces around the room. She felt the weight of responsibility, but also the thrill of what was to come.

Sebastian smirked one last time. "Let's get this done."

And with that, the wolves of Whitehaven prepared to make their move. The end of Hydra was near.

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