AN: I do not own Marvel; I am writing a fanfic using their characters. Marvel Entertainment and Disney own marvel.
1720
"Max we need to leave." A brown-haired lady appeared in the opening of a tent.
"We just got here." He whined.
"No time to talk back." Grabbing Max's hand she was impaled by a spear splattering blood on Max.
He tried to speak but could not as he looked at his mom in shock. "Run!" She gasped as blood dripped from her body onto the floor.
The fabric behind him was ripped open as he was violently pulled out of the tent by a red-haired man before being carried into the forest.
Max looked as his moms impaled body grew farther and farther away before she disappeared into the distance. Before long they were sitting down at a small pond with the man washing the blood off Max.
"Russell." He spoke softly.
"Yes, Max?"
"Why do the hunters hate us?"
"Five centuries ago, there were two brothers, one was born with a gift the other was not, as they grew older the giftless brother became enraged with envy, he wanted his abilities so bad that he was willing to kill him, starting the first war."
"Do you believe that when we die we become spirits?"
"That's what we are taught." He responded.
A loud snapping noise was heard causing Russell to put his finger to his lips, looking behind him he noticed a Hunter unknowingly walking towards them.
"Let's go." He whispered. Grabbing Max he climbed a nearby tree escaping the encounter.
The man yawned before kneeling next to the pond. "Filthy beasts." He mumbled dipping his hands into the water. Max became enraged and jumped on top of him, his fingernails grew into sharp jagged claws slashing at the man's throat. The man fell on his side wheezing as blood spouted out of his neck.
"You shouldn't have done that, little one." Russell landed beside him.
"He killed our family!" Max kicked the man's head.
Russell knelt to eye level and put his hand on his shoulder. "Why lower yourself to his standards, that's how wars are started." Standing up he grabbed Max's hand. "Let's give our families a proper burial."
Max stumbled toward his mom before collapsing to the ground and wept. Russell knelt next to him and held him.
"I miss them." He spoke inaudibly.
"Me too." Russell held in his tears as he tightened his grip on him, after a few minutes the two searched their families for anything valuable, piling them on a wood pile and setting it on fire.
Max knelt by two hunters, searching their bodies he found two seventeen-inch blades and tied them to his back.
"What do you think?"
Russell smiled. "You'll have to be careful with those, but they look good on you." He grabbed a moonstone necklace from his pocket. "They say moonstone boosts our abilities." He slid it over Max's head. "Take care of this."
Max nodded, and the two of them watched as the fire took care of their families.
1780
Russell walked out of the woods, he smiled looking at a brown-haired bearded man, with blue eyes, who was 6'4, he wore a black leather vest and tan trousers along with his two 17inch blades sheathed to his back, while writing in a journal next to a fire.
"Today is my 68th birthday..." Max heard a noise and stopped writing.
looking up a silver ball grazed his cheek and lodged into the tree behind him. "They found us!" Max yelled stumbling to his feet, he dropped his journal into the fire and tried to grab it but was shot in the hand. Holding his hand he ran through the forest.
"Remember the plan!" Russell yelled running to the left.
Max jumped to the treetops and stumbled along the branches. He felt the silver poisoning his body draining his strength.
"Russell..." He mumbled as his vision grew blurry before everything went black. Everything was distorted as he slowly opened his eyes. "Welcome back!" Russell shouted.
"What happened?" He mumbled.
Russell laughed as he held a silver ball in his hand. "Aren't you glad you didn't get shot in the butt?"
Max chuckled under his breath. "I'm going to shoot you in the butt." He slowly sat up and leaned against a tree. "Speaking of shooting... shouldn't we be on the field?" he asked looking at one of the muskets left behind from the deceased hunters.
"Yeah." Russell smiled.
1864
Max snuck behind a confederate soldier, covered his mouth, and slit his throat.
"Why so dishonorable?" Russell asked.
"We're stealing a map, not playing Santa Claus."
"You could be nicer."
"You are the one that told me the confederacy joined the hunters."
"Not al..." A shot interrupted him, Russell looked at Max before collapsing to the ground. "Russell?" Max asked crawling toward him.
"Max?" Russell touched Max's face. "Where are you?"
"I'm right here?" He said in confusion, moving Russell's head on his lap he felt a hole in the back of his head.
"Max, are you there?"
"Yeah." He spoke softly as tears rolled down his face.
Someone walked toward them and pointed a gun at Max. "Hello, beastie." Max punched the guy in his genitals, stabbing him in the head on the way down.
"It's been fun... little one." Russell closed his eyes as his body went limp.
"Please don't go!" He sobbed. "I can't do this alone." He placed his head on Russell's.
Max heard leaves crunching in front of him causing him to unsheathe his blades and attack the unknown person.
"Take it easy bub." The person said holding Max's arms stopping the attack.
"What are you doing here, Logan?" He asked sheathing his weapons.
"I was told to find you, now I'm not so sure." He said lighting a cigar.
"Do you think they're dead?" A Confederate soldier asked inside a tent.
"I heard the gunshot."
Max growled as his eyes turned blood red and he walked into the tent glaring at the two soldiers. His teeth grew sharper as his canines protruded out of his mouth, and his fingers tore as his nails grew out taking in the form of jagged claws.
"We-We were just doing our jobs." A man whimpered.
He snarled before jumping on the two soldiers and clawed at their chests. With revenge on his mind, he ran out of the tent and killed everyone he found. Opening a tent flap he found the commander holding a musket, walking forward his footprints stained the ground in blood. "Where's the map!" He growled as blood dripped from his mouth.
The commander dropped his musket and handed him the map. Grabbing the commander by his neck he grabbed it. "Thank you." He said crushing his neck. Dropping the body he left.
"Give this to the commander." He handed Logan the map.
He destroyed a tent and wrapped Russel in the fabric. "Hand me your matches." He clawed away at the trees and cut them down, chopped them up, and laid Russell on the pile. "It's been fun." Max threw the match on the pile and watched as it was engulfed in flames.
Animals surrounded Max as they watched the burial.
"What's so special about this?" Logan asked handing Max his cigar.
"My elders always told me it allows them to enter the spirit world." He took a puff and handed the cigar back to Logan.
"I'll tell the commander you died." Logan patted Max on the shoulder.
"Thanks." Blowing out smoke he looked up and saw an apparition in front of him causing him to smile. "I'll see you soon." A single tear rolled down his cheek.
1917
Max walked toward a trench and threw a couple of grenades into it; he heard screaming before the grenades were thrown out.
"Excuse me!" he yelled throwing them back in adding two more.
The group of soldiers shrieked in panic before a loud explosion went off launching body parts into the air.
He walked back to his trench. "Can I go home now!" He complained.
"Why?" A blonde-haired man said.
"I'm sick of these wars, Victor." He sat on a wooden plank that was sticking out of the wall.
"Killing's the best part." Victor smiled.
"You haven't seen all of it," Logan said.
"Don't remind me." Max bent over as he covered his face.
"I don't mean to rain on your depression." Logan said as German soldiers ran out of their trenches screaming.
"Watch this!" Victor ran out of the trench and clawed away at the soldiers.
"Are you going to sit there or are you going to help me." Logan put a cigar in his mouth and started firing the Vickers machine gun.
"Hello, fleabag." A man pointed a pistol at him.
"Commander?" He asked looking up. "Why are..."
The commander shot beside Max's head interrupting him. "This is for what your people did to my nephew." Max leaned forward and rested the gun on his forehead.
"You'd be doing me a favor by putting me out of my misery."
The Commander was about to pull the trigger when three sharpened white claws went through the back of his neck. "You'll thank me later!" Logan growled decapitating the Commander before throwing his remains on the battlefield.
"You think Russell would want you to give up?"
Max shook his head as he lowered it. "No."
"Then get back in the fight!" He grabbed Max by the shirt and pulled him toward the machine gun. "Shoot!"
Max growled, grabbing the cigar out of Logan's mouth he took control of the machine gun.
2006
Max was hunting through the woods when he heard the noise of leaves crunching behind him, quickly jumping to the branches he noticed a Red-Auburn-haired lady wearing a black leather jumpsuit. "That's weird." He told himself. "What would she be doing out here?"
He quickly followed her through the woods until she stopped at his campground, she knelt next to some footprints and checked the area but was attacked by a man in a fur coat, The lady slithered up his body and shot him in the head. "Impressive."
The lady looked around before running out of the woods not wanting to bring more unwanted attention to herself. Max followed her out of the woods and toward an apartment in the city, she immediately went towards a cupboard and grabbed a bowl full of cookies. "Peanut butter." He sniffed the air.
She started to unzip her uniform causing Max to quickly turn around, after a few minutes he turned around and found her walking into a corner.
He waited for about an hour before walking into her apartment, his footsteps were quiet as he silently inspected it. "What am I doing? I shouldn't barge into her territory." He noticed the lady was facing the wall, noticing his shadow he jumped out the window before the lady turned around.
She inspected the apartment but could not find anybody, looking out the window she saw the same man running into the woods that she saw an hour before as she was changing.
"That was stupid." He said running away.
A week had passed, and Max was sitting on the rooftop smoking a cigar and looking inside her apartment, he quickly stood up when he noticed her limping into the window, looking at Max she unzipped her uniform, and grabbed out some medical supplies.
"Natasha Romanoff." A man jumped into her apartment and pointed a gun at her. "You killed my father." He was about to pull the trigger when Max jumped into the apartment and punched him in the face.
"What are you doing?" The man asked trying to stand up.
Max wrapped his arm around his neck. "What are you doing!" He growled squeezing tighter.
"She deserves it."
"So do you." He grabbed the man's hair and started pulling up.
"Let go of me." The man's eyesight turned blurry, and his breathing slowed down as he frantically tried to grab Max's arm.
Max's eyes turned blood red as his canines protruded out his mouth, the man's skin slowly started to rip itself as Max covered the man's mouth from making any noise.
The man mumbled in pain as he tried to scream, Letting out a rage-fueled snarl the man's head came off its shoulders, he fell on the ground breathing heavily his body soaked with blood, he turned his head and found the lady taking a bullet out of her shoulder.
Throwing the man off him he walked toward her. "Did you want me to do that for you?" He slowly put his hand on her shoulder.
Natasha moved her shoulder away. "I'm not leaving unless I help you," Max said.
"Why have you been following me?" She asked grabbing a needle from her kit.
"Is it wrong for me to find you attractive?" He asked trying to take the needle.
"That's what I was trained for." She pulled the needle away from him.
"Okay, is it so wrong to be your friend."
She paused for a second and looked at Max.
He smiled and extended his hand. "My name is Max Casing."
The lady gave a slight smile. "Natasha Romanoff." She shook his hand and handed him the needle.
"Did you want to lie down?"
Natasha lay down revealing a gash on her lower abdomen.
"Held in your gas?"
Natasha huffed in amusement. "Me too." He lifted his shirt and pointed to a tiny scar on his side.
"That must have hurt." She said sarcastically.
"I cried for months."
The room fell silent, and Natasha watched as Max stitched her up, cutting the string he looked up and met Natasha's green eyes. "I'm finished." He zipped up her suit.
Natasha looked down at her suit. "Thanks." She smiled; both of their eyes shifted back to each other.
Max looked toward the ground breaking up their connection. "I should get going." He said walking toward the window. "You don't have to sleep in the forest," Natasha said stopping him. "I have an extra room."
"Why?" He asked turning around.
"I could ask you the same thing." She said walking into the bathroom.
A year later Max was running through the forest when he heard a giant explosion, turning his head he saw smoke running up the sky.
He ran towards the city and heard gunshots, running toward them he found Natasha and a dark-haired man running into a storm drain.
Max jumped off the building and into the storm drain, and the guy pointed an arrow at him.
"Blow me, Cupid." He walked past him and hugged Natasha.
"What happened?"
"I'm leaving Budapest?"
He placed his hands on her arms and smiled. "I would hope so, everybody is looking for you."
"Can you help us?"
He sighed and held her hands. "I'll take the heat off of you guys so you two can escape."
She hugged him. "I'll watch for you."
He kissed Natasha before pushing her away. "Be safe."
"Take care of her, Clint."
"Sure thing." He said shaking Max's hand.
2012
"Did Tony give you the list for tonight?" Natasha asked grabbing a shopping cart.
Clint unfolded a piece of paper. "Stuff." He showed Natasha the paper.
"That's helpful, Let's see..." Natasha thought about a movie night as they walked through the store. "I would get tortilla chips..." She grabbed seven bags of tortilla chips and put them in the cart. "Dips..." She stopped in front of them. "Four jars of Tostitos chunky salsa mild, and medium salsa, four cans of Fritos original bean dip, and Hot bean dip, four cans of Fritos mild cheddar cheese dip, and Jalapeno cheddar cheese dip, and a big can of Nacho cheddar cheese sauce."
Natasha looked up and saw a man wearing a black muscle shirt, black jeans, and Detroit players, both of his arms was covered in wolf tattoos, and he was staring at her, a lady walked in front of him, and he disappeared.
"Max?" She mumbled.
"What did you say?" Clint asked.
Natasha blinked gaining her composure. "It was nothing, Let's finish shopping."
The two walked down the aisle and grabbed jalapeños, they walked out of the aisle and stopped in front of a meat counter.
"How may I help you?" A worker asked.
"Can I have five pounds of beef, please?"
"Of course."
"Thank you." Natasha looked up toward the ceiling and saw a mirror, she quickly turned around when she saw the same man behind her, he had mid-neck length hair and a beard that went down to his chest.
"Is something wrong?" Clint asked.
"Someone is following us." She said scanning the area.
"Who is it?"
She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Clint.
"Stupid question." He chuckled.
"Here you go." the worker said.
"Thank you." She grabbed the meat and put it in the cart.
Clint looked behind Natasha and found the man she was seeing. "What... else did you want to get?"
"I'm getting hungry, let's get some Lunch."
"Ok."
The two walked into the food court and stopped at a burger booth, they were waiting in line when they noticed people surrounding them.
Clint grabbed a trigger, while Natasha equipped her widow bites, The people pulled out guns and pointed at them, causing civilians around them to run out of the area.
Clint pressed the trigger as a bow and quiver ejected itself out of his back. "We don't want to hurt you."
"Drop your weapons!" The leader yelled.
The man that was following them jumped off the top floor and landed in front of them holding a man by the neck, crushing it he threw him toward the shooters. "I told you to stay out of my territory!" His tattoos lit up as ten black shadowy-looking wolf spirits surrounded the men.
"Richie had a change of plans." The leader said causing the glass above them to shatter as gunmen slid down from helicopters.
A shadowy figure slid across the air and cut the lines, landing in front of the man. "Max."
"Morbius."
A red-haired man, and a brown-haired girl jumped down and landed beside Max.
"Natasha!" The girl yelled; she was going to hug her when Max placed his arm in front of her stopping the action. "Focus, Alexis."
"Sorry."
"You guys can leave if you want." Max turned toward Natasha.
"We're staying." She reached behind and pulled out a pair of Glocks, Clint walked forward and pulled back an arrow.
Turning around Max unsheathed his blades and walked in front of them. "Alexis."
Alexis looked at Natasha and smiled, walking toward him Max grabbed the back of her shirt and threw her towards the enemy.
The group looked at Alexis and raised their weapons, A horde of bats covered Alexis as they fired at her.
Landing on an enemy, she stabbed her claws on the side of his neck and bit into his throat. Ripping his throat out she snarled at them as chunks of flesh dripped from her mouth.
Max jumped toward the distracted enemy, throwing his knives into two enemies, he punched the leader's face and threw him in the air, the spirits grabbed him and tore him apart.
The brown-haired man slammed an enemy's head into the floor before stabbing him in the neck. Natasha slithered around an enemy's body and shot two enemies before shooting him in the head. A man jumped on Clint's back, headbutting him he flipped him over on his back, and shot him in the head. Before long, the enemies were dead.
Natasha and Clint looked at each other and smiled. "That was fun," Natasha said.
"Yes, it was."
Natasha walked up to Alexis as she was eating the inside of a man's chest.
"Natasha!" She hugged her as blood covered her face. "Sorry." She noticed blood on her shirt.
"It's okay." She smiled. "It's so good to see you..." She hugged her again. "The last time I saw you, you were 3'6 now your..."
"5'7 and look." She lifted her upper lip. "I got my canines." She jumped up in excitement.
She smiled as Alexis grabbed the heart from his chest. "I thought you wanted to stay in Budapest?"
She bit into the heart. "I'm going back, dad says we need to do a few things before I go back."
"Jack!" Natasha looked up and found Max sitting at a table smoking a cigar.
"What do you want?" The brown-haired man turned back around.
"You did a good job today."
"Thanks." He rubbed the back of his head.
"Tell Morbius I have to take care of a few things."
Jack looked up and saw Natasha walking toward them. "I will do that." He smiled walking away.
Natasha put a hand on his shoulder. "How are you doing?"
The wolves howled surrounding the two, Max grabbed Natasha's hand and took a deep breath. "I've been better."
The wolves jumped towards Max, he closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and squeezed Natasha's hand as a sharp pain shot through his arms as he absorbed there energy, once the spirits settled on his arms he let go of Natasha and exhaled.
"When did those happen?"
"When he died." Alexis smiled.
Max looked up from the table and glared at her. "I told you not to say that."
Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and smacked Max on the back of the head. "What do you mean you died!"
He sighed and looked at Natasha. "I was killed by some man named the preacher."
"You should've told me!"
"Can we talk about this later, Natasha?" He stood up from the table and tried to walk away.
"No, you are coming with us back to the tower."
"Nata…"
"No argument, you are coming with me!"
"We are back!" Natasha yelled.
"What took you so long?" Tony asked staring down from the balcony.
"You could have written us a longer list!" She snapped back.
Max slowly walked inside followed by Alexis.
"Who's that?"
Max looked up at Tony but then turned his attention to Steve who walked out of the kitchen.
"A friend, He's staying with us for a while."
Steve walked down the stairs staring at Max on the way down.
"Steve." Max smiled and hugged him.
"Max." Steve smiled.
"How was the ice bath?"
"Cold..." Steve looked at Max's arms. "Wh.."
"We have a copycat here." A man laughed.
"Thor!" Max growled, turning around he found the God standing in the foyer.
"Still Vârcolac's pet? Werewolf." Thor asked.
"It's better than being Odin's bi..."
"Hey!" Natasha yelled interrupting him. "There are young ears!" She said sternly.
"What's going on?" Alexis yawned as she wiped her eyes.
"Nothing." Max kissed her on the top of her head. "You need to get some rest."
"I can help you with that." An auburn-haired lady said atop of the stairs.
"Go with Pepper, Alexis." Natasha said. "I'll be with you in a minute."
Alexis sluggishly made her way up the stairs and followed pepper down the hall. Max glared at Thor. "Steve, take him to my room."
"Sure, come on Max."
He growled before following Steve up the stairs. "False God." He mumbled turning the corner.
Natasha ran her fingers through her hair as she looked at Thor and then at the bags of groceries surrounding her. "Put away the groceries." She sighed before walking up the stairs.
Tony, Clint, and Thor looked at each other as the tower filled with awkward silence. "I have something to do." Tony excused himself from helping.
"Sorry about that." Natasha walked into Alexis's room and stopped in front of a dresser. "Put these on in the bathroom." She handed her pajamas.
Alexis hugged Natasha before heading into the bathroom and locking the door. "Can I ask you a personal question? you don't have to answer it if you don't want to." Pepper said.
"You want to know how Alexis is my daughter?"
"Yeah."
"We "adopted" her. Max and I were given a target to eliminate, and that target was her biological father. When we went to take him out he used her as a human shield."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Me too..."
"I'm done." Alexis yawned.
Natasha smiled before kissing her on the head. "Get in." She lifted the covers.
"Can you stay with me?" She asked crawling into bed.
"Of course." She laid the covers on Alexis and laid beside her. Pepper smiled before leaving the room.
A shirtless Max stood in front of the mirror looking at a wolf head that was branded on his chest. Clinching the sink as he heard his screams as he relived the moment. "Your weak." A voice in his head echoed.
"Kill yourself!" He punched the mirror before ripping the sink out of the wall and throwing it out of the bathroom. Natasha ran in as she heard the commotion. "Max?" She asked cautiously. Slowly walking forward she found him standing in the bathroom doorway looking down on her. "Max?" She gently placed her hand on the branding. "What happened to you?"
"Do you remember me telling you about Russell?" He asked softly.
"Yes." She replied using the same tone that he was.
"In the 1960s I found out that one of his relatives was a werewolf, when I found him he couldn't control his abilities, and when I asked him if he wanted me to help him, he told me no, so I left."
"Five years ago, I was going to meet you when I got a call from Morbius."
"The man from the mall?" She interrupted him.
"Yeah..." Max glanced away from Natasha. "He told me that Jack was in trouble, I told him that I would save him but when I got there he was trying to get rid of his abilities, I ended up being captured, tortured, and then killed by Richie aka "The Preacher."
"How did you come back to life?"
"I don't know..." He said silently. "I was killed then a few seconds later I woke up with these tattoos on my arm and everybody was dead."
"What happened to Jack?"
"He..." Max looked back at Natasha. "Vârcolac, placed a curse on him that makes him go on a rampage every full moon."
"I'm sorry to hear that." She said.
"He deserves worse!" He growled. "Every time I look at him..." He pointed toward her door. "I see myself going through that torture, every time I look in his eyes I see Russel!" He shouted as his lower lip quivered. "Every time I do anything with him, I see my mom murdered in front of me! I wish he were dead!"
She wrapped her arms around him as he placed his head on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
A few minutes later they heard a small knock. "That's probably just a noise complaint." She said causing him to chuckle.
Opening the door she found Tony standing in front of her. "Jarvis has informed me that your sink broke, I waited until you two were done playing hanky-panky."
"Sorry to disappoint you." He handed him the sink. "I was washing my hands when I sneezed ripping the sink out of the wall. You should look into Hulk proofing your sinks." He said closing the door.
"Jarvis, soundproof the room." Natasha said.
"Sound proofing activated.
"Thank you, Jarvis."
"Your welcome."
"It's been a long day." He yawned.
let's get you ready for bed." She untied his shoes and took them off, slid off his socks, and took off his jeans. She pushed him on the bed before putting the covers on him, pressing a button on a remote she got under the covers.
"That feels nice." He mumbled as the bed cooled down.
Natasha laid her head on Max's chest. "I like to keep the bed at fifty degrees."
"Do you know what this reminds me of." He wrapped his arm around her as she wrapped her leg around his.
"Moscow." She smiled.
He chuckled kissing her on the head. A few minutes later she heard slow rhythmic breaths, smiling; feeling happy that Max felt safe enough to fall asleep next to her.
Natasha woke up to a low rumbling coming from deep within Max's chest, rolling over she checked the clock. "8:55 PM." She turned around as low popping noises were heard as Max stretched his body across the bed.
Sniffing the air, he turned his head toward Natasha as the scent of Rose water Ivy flooded his nose.
"Good evening, Max." She smiled.
Max stretched his arm over Natasha's waist and pulled her closer to him. "It's good now." He smiled.
Natasha turned away from him and pushed her body against his, Max slid his hand up her shirt as they entangled their legs together, he slowly rubbed her abdomen, Natasha smiled and interlocked their hands together.
"I missed this," He said.
"Me too," She said.
The two held each other in silence until an alarm rang interrupting them.
Natasha groaned grabbing for her phone. "What's that?" Max asked.
"We have to get ready for the movie night." She slid toward and shut off her alarm.
Max slid over and sat on the side of the bed, stretching his ankles, and cracking his toes.
Natasha turned her head and found his back colored with scars and burns. He jumped as he felt her cold hands rub against his back, turning his head the two glanced into each other's eyes.
"When do we get food?" Tony asked walking into the kitchen.
"When Natasha says so," Clint said.
"When will that be?" he asked in annoyance.
Max interlocked his hands with hers and slid them above her, leaning in closer she felt like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.