I am..... The Wolverine

**Location: Cafe Luna, New York, 1998 – 8 PM**

Logan sat across from Natasha and Clint in a quiet corner of Cafe Luna, a small, dimly lit establishment tucked away in the hustle of New York City.

The atmosphere was relaxed, with only a few patrons scattered around. Yelena was seated next to Logan, leaning forward as she explained everything about Logan's intentions.

"Logan wants to help us," Yelena said, her voice firm. "He's offering us a place, a chance to live free from the Red Room's control. He's not like Dreykov—he's giving us the choice to join his pack or live our lives however we want."

Natasha and Clint exchanged skeptical glances. Natasha was the first to speak. "Why does he want us? What's the catch?"

Clint chimed in, his expression serious. "Widows are dangerous assets, trained for killing. I've been around long enough to know no one does this kind of thing out of the goodness of their heart."

Logan, having listened quietly as he sipped his coffee, set the cup down and finally spoke in a. calm manner.

"I do have an army that can destroy anyone I wanted and I've got enough money to buy an island if I wanted to. I don't need more. But I do have a hand in nearly every industry out there—tech, medicine, weapons, you name it. Widows are not only trained in killing but also in other areas, They can fit the area, they're interested in."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying this is a business proposition?"

Logan shook his head. "Not entirely. I'm offering you freedom—a life where you decide what you want to do. If you join my pack, you'll have family, protection, and resources. If you don't, you can still live your life without looking over your shoulder every minute. I just don't want to see people like you being controlled again."

Natasha leaned back, crossing her arms. "And if we don't agree? What happens then?"

Logan's eyes glinted with amusement as he leaned forward. "Nothing. You walk away, free to live however you want. No strings attached. But if you join, you'll have the full weight of my resources behind you."

Clint glanced at Natasha, then back at Logan. "It sounds almost too good to be true."

Logan's smirk widened. "It's not charity. They're skilled. I'm saying I'll use their skills and provide protection. But you make the call."

The silence stretched as Natasha mulled over the offer. She didn't trust easily, but Logan's approach was different—he wasn't forcing them, just offering them a choice.

She finally agreed, "Alright, I'll trust you for now."

Logan's gaze flicked over to Clint as he decided to speak, "My priority is different, Dreykov. He has to go."

Logan nodded at his statement.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "If you plan to take in all the Widows, why did you send me away earlier?"

Logan grinned mischievously. "Just for fun."

Natasha blinked, momentarily speechless, while Yelena looked at him with a mix of confusion and amusement. Clint chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"Really?" Natasha asked, exasperated.

Logan shrugged. "I needed to see how you'd handle yourself. Besides, I knew you'd find me again because I've your sister. But look it has been me who found you again."

With the tension somewhat eased, the conversation shifted back to Dreykov. Natasha and Yelena revealed crucial details—Dreykov was expecting them to report back soon.

Clint leaned forward, speaking with determination. "We need to hit him hard, take him out before he realizes what we're planning. I say we bomb the building he's holed up in. It'll take him and his operation down in one blow."

But Logan's expression darkened. "No. Give me the address, and I'll take care of Dreykov myself."

Yelena and Natasha exchanged another glance. "You can't go in alone," Natasha argued. "There will be dozens of Widows there, all still under his control."

Clint narrowed his eyes and agreed with them, "They are right, we can't underestimate him, he is planning to do something very big. So, We need to be smart about this. We bomb the mansion. It's the only way to ensure we get Dreykov and shut down the Red Room for good."

Yelena looked torn, knowing how many of the Widows would be there, still enslaved to Dreykov's will. Logan said nothing for a moment.

He understood why they wanted to take out Dreykov quickly, but his mind was already working on a different plan.

"Alright," Logan finally said, his voice low. "We'll do it your way." But thought 'But don't think for a second that I don't have a plan of my own.'

Logan kept his thoughts to himself, knowing that once they got close to Dreykov, his plan to save the Widows—and dismantle Dreykov's empire—would come into play.

As they prepared to leave the café, They all stood up and walked towards the exit, their eyes briefly flashing with determination.

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Outside Cafe Luna, Sebastian stood waiting patiently for Logan.

As soon as Logan emerged with Natasha, Clint, and Yelena, Sebastian greeted him with a formal bow. "Master Logan," he said respectfully.

Logan gave a short nod. "Did you get it?"

"Yes, Master, I have everything you requested. " Sebastian replied, gesturing towards the sleek black car parked nearby.

Without hesitation, Logan, followed by Natasha, Yelena, and Clint climbed into the car while Sebastian took the driver's seat.

As the engine hummed to life, Sebastian began explaining what he'd uncovered about Dreykov's stronghold.

"Dreykov is staying in his villa with approximately 50 Widows. This doesn't include the 22 you've already subdued and others who are currently out on assignments."

Logan after listening said. "Do it."

Sebastian, hold steering with one hand, raised his other hand and made a small circular gesture in the air.

A faint shimmer appeared in front of the car, and within seconds, a glowing portal materialized. The car surged forward into it.

Natasha, Yelena, and Clint exchanged startled glances as they were transported into the portal, but Clint seemed the most visibly shaken. "What the hell?" Clint muttered, gripping the door handle. 'I thought we were dealing with a werewolf, not... this.'

Logan smirked but said nothing. The spell Sebastian had cast ensured that passersby didn't notice the sudden appearance of a magical portal.

Moments later, they emerged a few kilometers away from Dreykov's villa, hidden in the cover of dense trees.

The car coasted to a stop, and Sebastian quickly stepped out, opening the door for Logan.

As Logan exited, the others followed suit, still processing what had just happened.

Sebastian moved to the trunk and retrieved a large bomb. He handed it to Logan, and Clint couldn't help but ask, "Where'd you get that?"

Sebastian smiled mysteriously. "I have my ways."

The bomb was sophisticated, large enough to obliterate the entire villa and everything in it.

Sebastian then opened another portal with a simple flick of his wrist, this one leading directly to the backside of Dreykov's villa, where security was weakest. No cameras. No guards. The perfect blind spot.

They stepped through the portal and appeared in the blind spot undetected.

Logan handed the bomb to Sebastian who carefully placed the bomb against the villa's foundation, activating its remote-controlled trigger. "We'll blow this place when we're a safe distance away," Yelena murmured.

Sebastian quickly opened yet another portal, this time for them to make their escape. Yelena and Clint stepped through, followed by Natasha.

Logan was the last to leave, but he give a quick nod to Sebastian who immediately closed the portal.

But just before the portal closed, Natasha darted back through, and now she is standing beside Logan.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked, arching an eyebrow.

Natasha smirked. "I know you're planning something and I want to see what it is."

Logan smiled and said nothing. As the portal fully closed, two more portals opened behind them. Jack and Tom, two Zetas from Logan's pack, stepped through with five Betas trailing behind them.

Logan addressed them with commanding tone. "You know the plan. Every Widow in that villa is to be teleported to our base. Remove Dreykov's mind control and make sure they're treated. Also, extract all the data from his computers. I want the locations of every Widow who's out on assignment."

Jack and Tom nodded, their expressions serious as they sped off with the Betas to carry out their mission.

Natasha, who had been watching the scene unfold with growing astonishment, turned to Logan, her eyes widened.

Logan glanced at her before wrapping an arm around her in a brief, reassuring hug. "Let's go greet your old boss," he said with a grin, before disappearing in a blur of speed.

Within seconds, Logan had sped through the villa's walls, moving faster than human eyes could track.

Natasha tried to keep her eyes open as he went to a large reading room at the heart of the villa.

His scenes already picked the scent of a single male in the room, remaining all others are females. So, he knows where to go.

Logan stopped abruptly infront of the door.

Logan turned to Natasha, his eyes glinting with mischief. Natasha nodded. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Together, they opened the door, ready to face the man who had controlled her life for so long.

Dreykov, comfortably seated in his chair, slowly swiveled around as Logan and Natasha entered the room. A smug smile spread across his face as if he'd been expecting them all along.

"I knew you'd come, Mr. Howlett," Dreykov said in a sickeningly smooth voice.

Logan gave him a dangerous grin. "I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, considering you're about to die."

Dreykov chuckled, turning his gaze to Natasha. "Ah, Natasha... I didn't expect you to betray me," he mused, his tone dripping with false disappointment. Rising from his chair, he added, "It's a pity, really. But... it is what it is."

Without warning, Dreykov pressed a button on a remote concealed in his hand.

Suddenly two large energy guns dropped from the ceiling which are manned by Widows under Dreykov's control.

They opened fire immediately, beams of energy cutting through the air.

Logan, reacting instantly, shoved Natasha out of the way, sending her flying into the hallway outside the room.

She quickly recovered, crouching outside the door and took cover.

Logan, however, didn't bother dodging. He stood his ground, allowing the energy bullets to hit him directly. His body absorbed the impacts, though his clothes were shredded by the constant barrage.

Dreykov's laughter filled the room. "Come out, Natasha! We can't send your new friend away alone. You can join him in death!"

With a wave of his hand, Dreykov signaled the Widows to cease fire. The room was thick with smoke and dust, but when it cleared, Logan stood there, unharmed except for his torn clothing.

Everyone in the room stared in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Logan glanced down at his ruined outfit and sighed. "Damn, I should've brought another set."

In the blink of an eye, Logan disappeared from his spot and reappeared a second later.

The next moment, the energy guns lay in pieces, and the two Widows operating them were unconscious on the floor.

Dreykov's smug demeanor quickly turned to terror as Logan's eyes glowed an eerie red.

In a panic, Dreykov grabbed a grenade from his belt and hurled it at Logan.

Logan then snatched the grenade out of the air. It exploded in his hand, but the blast dissipated as Logan absorbed the energy, leaving him unscathed.

Natasha reentered the room just in time to witness the scene: Dreykov backing away, trembling, as Logan loomed over him.

Fear engulfed Dreykov's mind, triggered by Logan's full fear induction ability.

In his eyes, Logan no longer looked like a man. He saw a towering black wolf, its fur is like a shadow, its eyes glowing red with primal malice.

"What... what kind of monster are you?" Dreykov stammered, his voice shaking. He fell to the floor, paralyzed by terror.

Logan stopped just inches from him, a cruel smirk appeared on his face.

He then used his power to make everythings in the room to trumble slightly, "I am the Alpha of Alphas, I am the apex of the apex of predators. I stand at the pinnacle of races. I am the death and destroyer of my enemies. I... am... the Wolverine."

With a flick of his wrist, Logan extended his claws, slashing through Dreykov's neck in one swift motion.

The man's head flew into the air, but before it could hit the ground, Logan raised his other hand and shot a concentrated energy blast, vaporizing it into nothingness.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Logan let out a soft breath and turned to Natasha, who stood frozen at the door, her wide eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and fear. She was trembling slightly, unable to fully process what she had just witnessed.

Logan smiled, his voice gentle in contrast to the violence moments before. "Let's go home."

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**Unknown Location**

The dimly lit room hummed with energy as a female figure stood before a large, ancient mirror.

Her reflection wavered slightly, not from the light, but from the powerful magic she channeled into the air around her.

Dark purple runes hovered in the space before her, glowing softly as she whispered arcane spells. Her voice was calm.

Suddenly, the runes faded, and she stopped chanting. Her eyes snapped open, glowing momentarily with a dark purple light before returning to their natural hue.

She smiled, her reflection shifting in the old mirror as she spoke softly, "It is time."

Footsteps echoed in the chamber, and a man entered the room.

His face was strikingly similar to Logan's, but there was something darker about his presence—a certain malice and arrogance in the way he moved.

A smirk played at the edges of his lips as he approached the witch. "We've waited centuries for this," he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "That blood-sucker is getting impatient with each passing decade."

The witch remained motionless, her eyes still fixed on the mirror. "Patience," she murmured, her tone measured. "It is about to be born. The first to unite all three races... the Original Tribrid."

The man crossed his arms, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "Yes, Agatha," he agreed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's about time. A child of werewolf, with the blood of both vampire and witch... unimaginable power."

Agatha's lips curled into a sinister smile as she turned to face him. "Logan's lineage will give rise to it. The prophecy will come true."

The man's smirk widened. "Of course. But don't forget, while we watch from the shadows, the time for us to act is drawing near. The balance of power is shifting, and when the Tribrid rises, so will we."

Agatha nodded, her mind already racing with plans. "Everything is falling into place. We must ensure that no one, not even Logan, realizes of what is to come."

The man grinned wickedly. "He won't. Not until it's far too late."

Agatha turned back to the mirror, her eyes glowing once again as she whispered, "Soon... the world will bow down to us."

In the mirror's reflection, a swirling vision appeared—of a female Women, her eyes glowing red, surrounded by a maelstrom of power.

The image flickered for a moment before fading, leaving only the silent promise of what was to come.