Harnessing the power of Space stone

The next morning, Logan slowly opened his eyes, feeling the soft touch of red hair strands on his face. He gently brushed them aside and looked down to see Jean sleeping peacefully on his chest. His member is still inside her.

He smiled, watching her for a moment, appreciating the quiet after the wild night they had shared. He turned his head, noticing that Laura was nowhere to be seen.

Last night they had a wonderful threesome and had indulged in each other late into the night, finally drifting off to sleep early in the morning.

Logan glanced at the clock beside the bed—it was already 9 in the morning. As he tried to move to move his member. He felt her stir as she moaned softly, waking up from the sensation.

Jean opened her eyes and smiled, leaning in to give him a small kiss on the lips. "Good morning."

Logan chuckled and responded, "Good morning."

After a few more minutes of lounging in each other's arms, they finally got up, freshened up, and headed downstairs to join the rest of the house.

In the living room, they found Laura sitting with Anna, engaged in a conversation.

Anna's face was bright red, clearly embarrassed by whatever Laura had said. Logan couldn't resist a teasing remark. "Don't eat her up, Laura. She's just a kid, go easy on her."

Both Laura and Anna turned to see Logan and Jean coming down the stairs. Anna's face flushed even more as Laura smirked. "I should be saying that to you, Mr. Howlett."

They all laughed as they settled into their morning routine. Logan noticed that Hope was already off to school in Mystic Falls.

As they sat down for breakfast, Jean's phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at it and announced, "Looks like Stark's back. He built a suit of armor and escaped from the terrorists."

Logan raised an eyebrow, 'So, the birth of Iron Man is around the corner.'

Jean continued. "Apparently, the pack picked him up while he was walking through the desert. He should be back in no time."

Logan smiled at the thought. It was good news—Tony had survived, and the world would soon see the emergence of a new hero.

As they finished their breakfast, the door opened, and Daisy, also known as skye, walked in.

Laura turned to Anna with a grin. "How about we head over to Selene's and start your training?"

Anna nodded eagerly, relieved to be away from Logan's teasing and excited to start learning how to control her powers.

Laura opened a portal, and the two stepped through.

Logan then turned to Daisy. "Is everything ready?"

Daisy nodded. "I've got everything on Hydra—their base locations, their members, and all the intel you'll need."

Jean's expression turned serious. "So, it's time for payback? For when they tried to assassinate you using the Red Room?"

Logan's grin was feral, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Yeah. I should've finished them when they killed Howard. But today, Hydra will meet its end."

He looked at Daisy, his tone commanding. "You know what to do, right?"

Daisy nodded, her expression determined as she left the room to prepare for what was to be done.

Logan turned to Jean with a smile. "Now, let's go meet the others."

He wrapped his arms around her, and in an instant, they teleported away.

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**Location: Training hall, Whitehaven**

They reappeared inside the training hall, but something was off.

Logan had intended to teleport to hank and call all of them to their usual meeting spot, but instead, they landed right in the middle of a group training session.

He glanced around and noticed Hank, Ben, and many other pack members engaged in rigorous training.

The moment Logan appeared, the training came to a halt. Everyone stopped, turning their attention toward him. Logan walked over to Hank, who looked both determined and frustrated.

Hank spoke up first. "I'm sorry, Logan. If only I had trained more… If only I pushed myself harder, maybe things would have been different." His voice trailed off, his gaze falling to the ground.

Logan placed a hand on Hank's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He then turned to face Ben and the other pack members, who were all looking equally resolved.

Logan smiled, slightly shaking his head. "Looks like the speech I had planned is useless now. You're already on the right path. But I'm glad—glad to see all of you pushing yourselves to get back in top shape. Always remember this: there are beings stronger than me, stronger than any of us. The only way we can stand a chance is by training relentlessly and standing together. That's the only way we'll survive if those threats ever come for us."

He paused, looking at each of them. "Now, go on. Get back to training. I don't want to waste any more of your valuable time."

With that, he turned to Jean, pulling her into a hug. "And just so you know, there's an assignment coming soon. I expect every one of you to handle it."

Without further words, Logan teleported himself and Jean away, leaving the training hall.

The moment they disappeared, Daisy entered the room with a serious expression on her face. "Guys, we've got a mission."

Everyone in the room looked resolved, their eyes narrowing as they prepared for the upcoming task. Whatever it is, they'll do their best to get it done.

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Back at Logan's house, he and Jean appeared in the living room.

Jean smiled at him, a glimmer of pride in her eyes. "That was a good speech."

Logan smirked. "Thanks."

Jean leaned in, giving him a kiss. "But now, I've got to get to work. It's been years since I last attended school. Now I'm going back there as the new principal again."

Logan chuckled. "Alright. I'll teleport you to Midtown High."

With a simple gesture, Logan teleported Jean to the school.

Once she was there, he returned to his home, more specifically Logan teleported himself down to the basement of his house—a grand, secretive laboratory that few ever knew existed.

The space was vast, almost otherworldly, with sleek metallic surfaces and advanced technology scattered throughout.

Along the walls were multiple holographic displays, lab videos playing footage of various experiments and data analyses.

The room itself seemed to hum with energy, a constant reminder of the incredible power it held.

At the center of the room, on a pedestal surrounded by a protective barrier, rested the Tesseract. Its radiant blue glow illuminated the whole space, casting ethereal shadows on the walls.

Logan had acquired the Tesseract some time ago and had been working tirelessly to harness its immense power ever since.

Walking towards it, as soon as he was within the reach the barrier surrounding the Tesseract goes down, then he went to it and placed both hands on the glowing cube.

Closing his eyes, Logan focused on the immense energy within.

The familiar hum of its power resonated through him, and he began absorbing the raw energy, letting it flow through his body like a rushing current. He had been doing this regularly, ever since the Tesseract was in his possession, slowly but surely mastering its potential.

His primary goal was to improve his Flying Thunder God technique, also known as FTG. The power to teleport was a skill he had always prided himself on, but it wasn't perfect—not yet.

FTG had been Logan's teleportation ability for years, an art initially developed by Selene through her experiments with the space stone's energy.

However, it had limitations—he needed to mark his destinations beforehand. But that was about to change.

By channeling the Tesseract's energy and learning to control it, Logan aimed to push past the limitations of his technique, enabling him to teleport anywhere in the universe at will.

Now, Logan was close to mastering it in its purest form. He was absorbing more and more of the Tesseract's energy and began to control it, his energy reserves also increased with each day, and with each session, he could feel his control over the power of space growing stronger.

As the raw power of the space stone flowed into his body, he began to feel something—a deeper connection with the space around him. The air seemed to ripple, and the very fabric of space bent under his will.

Slowly, the space around him started to shift, bending little by little as Logan focused. His eyes still closed as he focussed, feeling the presence of every location he had ever marked for his teleportation. It was as if an invisible map was unfolding within his mind, each marked location lighting up like a beacon. But it didn't stop there.

As the energy of the Tesseract continued to flow through him, Logan began to sense more. He could feel locations he had never marked—places he had never been to, but could now see with perfect clarity.

The world around him expanded, and with it, his awareness. He could sense people—friends, enemies, and strangers alike—spread across vast distances, their presence like distant stars in the cosmos.

The need for marking locations would soon be a thing of the past. Once he perfected it, Logan would be able to teleport anywhere in the universe with just a single thought.

As the energy surged through him, Logan smirked. His training had taken years, but the results were almost within reach. Soon, no place in the universe would be beyond his grasp.

The cube still glowed brightly, but Logan could feel the connection between him and the space stone deepening.

He wasn't finished yet, the power was almost at his command. One more push, and he would surpass the limitations of any known teleportation technique.

The future battles and the threats to his pack wouldn't stand a chance.

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In the heart of the icy mountains, the wind howled through the jagged peaks like a primal beast.

Snow fell in thick, swirling in the air and obscuring the already dim sky.

The landscape was a frozen, treacherous cliffs, towering pines weighed down by snow, and sharp, icy rocks scattered across the ground.

It was a place where life had no business surviving, where only the strongest or the most desperate could endure.

Among the trees, a black-clad figure moved like a shadow, leaping from branch to branch with incredible speed and precision.

She wore a black suit with red marks covered her whole body.

Her breath misted in the air as she pursued her target—an enormous, wolf-like creature with humanoid features. It lumbered through the snow, its pale, matted fur blending almost seamlessly with the stormy environment.

"Damn it, Fury should have sent someone else for this mission," she muttered under her breath as she landed silently on another tree branch, eyes locked on the monster ahead.

A calm but amused voice responded in her mind, "Only we are capable enough for this mission. Any ordinary human would have been killed by that thing... or frozen solid in this cold."

She couldn't argue with that. "Okay, fine. But we have to finish this mission soon."

Her eyes tracked the massive beast as it trudged toward a cave entrance, hidden in the side of a mountain.

She landed softly on the ground, crouching in the snow and watching as it disappeared into the darkness of the cave.

"Today we put an end to these Wendigos," she whispered.

The voice in her mind chimed in, eager. "After that, I'll eat their brains. Remember, Natasha, you promised me."

Natasha sighed. "Alright, alright. Geez. You'll get their brains, okay?"

The voice was joyful now, almost playful. "Yes! Now let's go and eat their brains up!"

Natasha shook her head but couldn't help the small smirk on her lips. She moved swiftly, her body a blur in the storm, as she followed the creature into the cave.

The air inside was colder than she had expected, the walls of the cave lined with a thin layer of ice. But her symbiote partner took care of the cold problem for her.

The cave itself was dark and deep, and the sound of the monster's heavy footsteps echoed throughout the chamber.

Natasha knew she was close—close to putting an end to this threat once and for all.

(Image of Black Widow)

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