Marvel: From the Void and Back Again, Part 2
Chapter 10: Compassion and The Nature of Forgiveness
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Grizz stood in the center of the room, his imposing figure casting a large shadow. At eight feet eight inches, he towered over everyone, his broad shoulders and muscular build making him an intimidating presence. His fur, a mix of bear and honey badger traits, was neatly groomed, and he wore a simple, yet practical vest made from animal hides. His eyes, sharp and intelligent, scanned the room, taking in the faces of his family from a different time.
Savage Lands Peter, still recovering from his injury, sat in a chair, looking up at Grizz with a mixture of astonishment and recognition. "So, you're from the future of our universe," Peter said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You were gathering food, and then suddenly you ended up here?"
Grizz nodded, his expression serious yet calm. "That's right, Father. I was out hunting, collecting supplies for the villages in our kingdom by taking care of some large carnivorous lizards that were preying on the village's stegosauruses and other herbivores. One moment I was in the familiar woods next to the village, the next I was in a different Savage Lands altogether. It took me a while to realize it wasn't just another part of our territory."
Victoria Creed, standing beside Peter with her hand protectively on her pregnant belly, looked at Grizz with wide eyes. "You're... our son?" she asked, her voice shaky. The twelve other children, ranging in age, huddled around her, their expressions a mix of realization and curiosity.
Grizz smiled warmly, a gentle expression on his otherwise fierce-looking face. "Yes, Mother. You and Father raised us well. Our family is quite large, as you can see," he added with a chuckle, gesturing to his towering frame and muscular build.
Logan, standing nearby with Laura, Gabriella, and Daken, eyed Grizz warily. "You're even bigger up close," Logan muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Grizz's size was intimidating, but there was a respectful air about him.
Grizz extended his large, clawed hand toward Logan, offering it in greeting. "It's good to see you again, Uncle Logan," he said, his voice warm and sincere.
Logan blinked in surprise, momentarily caught off guard. It was the second time he'd been called 'Uncle Logan,' and it was beginning to dawn on him that these variants might see him as an uncle figure across different timelines. He shook Grizz's paw-like hand, his own hand dwarfed by the sheer size of Grizz's. "Good to see you too, kid," Logan replied, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Laura, always cautious, stepped forward, her eyes narrowing slightly as she examined Grizz. "You're really from the future? And you just... appeared here?" she asked, her tone a mix of suspicion and fascination.
Grizz nodded, meeting her gaze with sincerity. "Yes, Aunt Laura. It's as confusing to me as it is to you all. But it seems the timeline has... converged, in a way."
Gabriella and Daken exchanged looks, the former marveling at Grizz's size while the latter seemed more intrigued by the situation. Daken crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "So, if you're from the future, what can you tell us about our family? About... everything?" he asked.
Grizz paused for a moment, considering the weight of the information he was about to share. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the faces of his parents, siblings, and extended family. It was a lot to process, even for him, but he knew they deserved to know what the future might hold.
"Well, there's quite a bit to unpack here," Grizz began, his voice thoughtful. "Among the variants that show up during this time, there are two in particular who become major allies. First, there's a Peter variant who has a rather unique companion—his version of Mistress Death. Based on what I've gathered, she and her husband will arrive in about a week or two. They have a history with Peter-Knull, and their presence could be crucial."
Victoria's eyes widened at the mention of Mistress Death, and Peter looked equally surprised. The room fell silent, everyone absorbing the gravity of this revelation.
Grizz continued, "Then there's the group known as the Symbiote Coalition. They're all children of this world's heroes and Peter-Knull's symbiotes. The group is led by Selene and Lucion, Peter-Knull's own children. They're strong allies and play a significant role in the events to come."
Logan, Laura, Gabriella, and Daken exchanged glances, the mention of Selene and Lucion intriguing them. The idea of a coalition formed by the children of heroes and symbiotes was both fascinating and hopeful.
Grizz then nudged Logan to lean in closer, lowering his voice to a near whisper. He knelt slightly, ensuring that what he said next remained private. "And there's one more thing, Uncle Logan," Grizz said softly, his tone serious. "You have a son out there. He's currently in the hands of an old Weapon X group. His nickname is Lupin, and he's a werewolf—his mother was a werewolf too."
Logan's eyes widened, a mix of shock and concern washing over his face. The mention of a son, particularly under the control of Weapon X, hit him hard.
Grizz made sure that his conversation remained private, his grip gentle despite his size. "He's a good guy, Logan. From what I've heard, he doesn't blame you for leaving. He keeps an open mind, when it comes to you. Take comfort in that."
As Grizz finished speaking, a solemn silence settled over the room. The weight of his revelations hung heavy in the air, leaving everyone to process the unexpected and deeply personal information. Grizz noticed the intense expressions on Logan and his family's faces, understanding that they needed some space to absorb the news and discuss it privately.
Grizz caught his parents' eyes—Victoria and Savage Lands Peter—and gave a subtle nod, silently communicating the need for privacy. Victoria, sensing the gravity of the situation, looked to Peter and their twelve children. She gently guided them towards the door, her voice soft.
"Come on, everyone. Let's give Logan and his family some space to talk," Victoria said, herding her children out of the room. The kids, though curious and concerned, followed their mother's lead, casting glances back at Logan, Laura, Gabriella, and Daken.
Savage Lands Peter, still slightly sore from his injury, walked over to Logan, before giving him words of comfort, "We'll be right outside if you need us," he said, his voice filled with understanding and support. He gave Logan a small nod before following his family out of the room.
As the door closed behind them, Logan was left standing with Laura, Gabriella, and Daken. The room seemed quieter, the absence of the large family making the space feel more intimate. Logan took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. The revelation of having a son—a werewolf son named Lupin—was both shocking and disorienting.
Laura, ever the pragmatist, was the first to break the silence. "A son, Logan? With a werewolf?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern. The concept of a child out there, especially one under the control of an old Weapon X group, was troubling.
Gabriella looked at Logan with wide eyes, the revelation clearly affecting her. "Do you think he's okay? This Lupin... he must be going through so much," she said, her voice soft and empathetic.
Daken, his arms still crossed, leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable. "So, Weapon X is back in the picture," he muttered, a hint of anger lacing his words. "If they're involved, it can't be good."
Logan nodded; his face serious. "Yeah, it complicates things," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "But if what Grizz says is true, Lupin doesn't hold any anger towards me. That's something, at least." He paused, taking another deep breath. "I need to find him. We need to find him. Make sure he's safe and... well, not in Weapon X's hands."
Laura stepped closer, placing a hand on Logan's arm. "We'll help you, Logan. We'll find him and bring him back," she promised, her voice firm and determined.
Gabriella nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with resolve. "Family is family, Logan. We'll do whatever it takes to protect him," she said, her voice filled with conviction.
Daken uncrossed his arms, pushing off the wall. "Yeah, we're in this together. If there's a chance to bring Lupin into the fold, we need to take it," he added, his tone serious.
Logan looked around at his family, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for their support. The news of a son was overwhelming, but knowing that Laura, Gabriella, and Daken were by his side made it bearable. He nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "Thank you, all of you. We need to plan our next steps carefully. But first, let's make sure Victoria and her family are safe. They've got a lot to deal with too."
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Logan walked into the briefing room, handing over his detailed report to Kitsura, who quickly scanned the contents before passing it to Nick Fury. As Kitsura relayed the information, Fury's expression became increasingly serious. Logan's newly discovered son, Lupin, was apparently held in an old Weapon X bunker, somewhere in the Canadian wilderness. The facility's dark history of mutant experimentation made the situation even more urgent.
As the conversation continued, Ara Titan, along with Rehan and Faris Khan, stepped forward. Ara, with her striking symbiotic form marked by black skin and vibrant red patterns, looked intently at the files. Rehan and Faris, in their sleek, salamander-like forms, flanked her. Their bright patterns and expressive eyes reflected their anticipation and determination.
Ara spoke first, her voice calm and clear. "Director Fury, there's something you should know before logan heads out." She said gaining their attention.
"This old Weapon X facility is designed with reinforced cells, capable of holding powerful mutants. Lupin is there, and from our experiences in the future, we know he's not just a captive—he's been manipulated into being part of their security force due to his empathic abilities."
Rehan nodded in agreement, his gaze serious. "Lupin was more than just a teacher to us in the future. He was a mentor and a guide. His ability to connect emotionally with others made him invaluable, and it's tragic to think he's being used by the Weapon X program."
Faris, quieter but equally resolved, added, "We owe a lot to Lupin. He taught us how to control our abilities and use them for good. We request permission to accompany Logan on this mission. We know him, and we believe our presence could help bring him back safely."
Fury considered their words, weighing the potential risks and benefits. "You know the stakes, and you've seen what happens when good people are twisted by dark agendas. This isn't just about rescuing Lupin—it's about ensuring a future where such abuses can't happen again."
Ara, with a determined look, nodded. "Exactly. We can't let Weapon X continue to exploit him. We'll do whatever it takes to bring Lupin back if you'll allow it."
Fury glanced over the schematics once more, then back at the group. "Alright, you're in. But remember, this is a rescue mission. We go in, we get Lupin, and we get out. Be prepared for anything."
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As the jet sped towards the Canadian wilderness, Logan sat in the cockpit alongside Ara Titan, Rehan, and Faris Khan. The sleek, advanced aircraft hummed with the power of its engines, cutting through the night sky. Logan, leaning back in his seat, looked to the trio with a mix of anticipation and concern. He was about to meet a son he never knew he had, and the uncertainty gnawed at him.
Ara, sensing his unease, started the conversation. "Lupin is... different, Logan. Not just because he's your son, but because of who he is as a person. He's a gentle soul, very different to what you'd expect from someone associated with the Weapon X program."
Logan's brow furrowed, listening intently. "Gentle? In Weapon X?"
Rehan nodded, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the control panels. "Yeah, it's surprising. But Lupin's a natural empath. He has this ability to calm others, to project his emotions and reduce aggression sort of like he shows them that he means them no harm and in turn it calms them since they understand him on a deeper level. Its why Weapon X didn't push him to the extremes they did with others, like adding adamantium claws or any of that."
Faris added, "From what Lupin told us in the future, the higher-ups at Weapon X saw potential in using his abilities for security. He could calm the guard dogs and wolves, prevent them from attacking or going berserk, even pacifying the most rabid ones in mere moments. It's a unique skill set that made him valuable, but also kept him somewhat... safe from the worst of their experiments."
Logan processed this information, a sense of relief mingling with his worry. "So, he's an empath. He can project emotions onto others?"
Ara nodded; her expression serious. "Yeah, and it goes beyond just calming animals. Lupin can convey his emotions to other beings, including humans, inducing a sense of peace or reducing aggression. It's a powerful ability, especially in a place as volatile as Weapon X. He's been able to use it to avoid a lot of conflict."
Logan leaned back, exhaling slowly. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given the mix of his genetics. But it's... strange, hearing about a kid of mine who's... gentle." He looked out the window, the vast wilderness stretching below them. "I always figured my kids, if I had any more out there, would have a bit more... edge."
Rehan smiled, a hint of warmth in his expression. "Lupin has his edge, Logan. It's just... different. He's not about fighting or aggression unless necessary. He's more focused on peace and understanding. It's actually quite refreshing, given everything."
Faris, thoughtfully, added, "He's one of the best teachers we've had, not just in combat but in understanding others. He taught us the value of empathy and restraint. It's something we all learned to appreciate, especially in a world that's often so focused on power and conflict."
As the jet continued its journey, the team fell silent, each lost in their thoughts. Logan felt a mixture of emotions—pride, curiosity, and a deep sense of responsibility. He was about to meet a son who seemed to embody qualities Logan had rarely associated with himself. It was a strange, humbling realization, and it filled him with a renewed determination to bring Lupin safely into their world.
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Some time later…
The jet touched down softly on the snowy expanse at the base of the mountain, its engines winding down to a low hum. The air was crisp and cold, with the wind whipping around them, carrying the scent of pine and fresh snow. The towering peak before them was imposing, a fortress of ice and rock that loomed ominously over the landscape. Embedded into the mountain was the massive, late-80s metal structure of the Weapon X facility, its design brutal and utilitarian, blending almost seamlessly with the harsh environment.
Rehan and Faris, their sleek, salamander-like forms well-suited to the task, prepared to scale the mountain. Their skin shifted in color and texture, perfectly mimicking the surrounding rocks and snow. As they started their ascent, they spoke into their comms, their voices calm and confident.
"We'll scout the upper entrance," Rehan said, his voice barely audible over the wind. "There should be a secondary entrance that we can use to create a diversion."
Faris nodded, adding, "With our ability to mask our bio-signature, we can avoid the sensors and get in undetected. Stay in touch."
With that, the two brothers moved like shadows up the mountainside, their bodies sticking to the surface with an almost preternatural agility. They climbed on all fours, their movements fluid and efficient, blending perfectly with the rugged terrain. Their progress was swift, and soon they disappeared from view, leaving the rest of the team at the base of the mountain.
Ara Titan, standing beside Logan, surveyed the scene with a critical eye. She wore a focused expression, her black and red symbiote shifting subtly as she analyzed the environment. "This way," she gestured, leading Logan towards the side of the facility. "There's a tunnel used for storing trucks. It's less guarded and offers a direct path to the holding cells where Lupin is being kept."
The group moved silently, following Ara Titan's lead. The snow crunched softly underfoot as they navigated the treacherous terrain, careful to avoid the facility's line of sight. Ara Titan's knowledge of the facility's schematics from the future proved invaluable; she led them with precision, weaving through the concealed vantage points where guards were stationed. These vantage points, cleverly disguised as boulders, would have been nearly impossible to detect without prior knowledge.
Finally, they reached a concealed area at the base of the mountain, where a large vent was hidden behind snow-covered rocks. Ara Titan knelt beside it, her symbiote tendrils extending to the screws securing the vent cover. With a deftness that belied her strength, she unscrewed the bolts, minimizing noise. Logan watched, impressed by her skill and the silent efficiency of her actions.
The vent cover, massive and heavy, was easily lifted by Ara Titan, her symbiote-enhanced strength mixed with that of a titan, allowing her to handle the weight without a sound. The metal plate, about eight feet across and weighing several metric tons, would have been impossible for any normal person to lift without causing a disturbance. Ara Titan's feet sank into the snow and rocks, providing the necessary leverage as she carefully maneuvered the cover aside.
Logan, Ara Titan, and the rest of the team slipped into the vent, moving cautiously through the tight space. The cold metal of the vent pressed against them as they crawled, the sound of their breathing barely audible in the confined space. Ara Titan replaced the vent cover behind them, ensuring that their entrance remained unnoticed.
Inside the vents, they navigated the narrow passages, following the route laid out in the schematics. The path was perilous, with each movement requiring precision to avoid detection. The team communicated in whispers, their voices barely carrying through the enclosed space.
As they approached the main area of the facility. They knew the timing had to be perfect. They could not afford any mistakes. They moved slowly, deliberately, every sound and movement measured to avoid alerting the guards stationed nearby.
Finally, they reached a vent overlooking the holding cells. Through the grates, they could see the, utilitarian cells below, each one containing various individuals held by Weapon X. Lupin's cell was distinct, marked by reinforced glass and additional security measures, likely due to his unique abilities.
As they reached a vent overlooking the holding cells, Logan and the team carefully peered through the grates, taking in the utilitarian design of the facility. Each cell was stark and functional, housing various individuals held by Weapon X. Among them, Lupin's cell stood out with its reinforced glass and additional security measures, indicating the special precautions taken due to his unique abilities.
Inside the cell, Lupin sat calmly, tending to his two pet wolves. The black wolf, with glossy fur, rested its head on Lupin's lap, enjoying the gentle strokes behind its ears. The brown wolf, with a more rugged appearance, lounged comfortably nearby. A third wolf, with a pristine white coat, lay in a relaxed position, completing the serene scene within the otherwise cold and sterile environment.
Logan's gaze sharpened as he noticed something unusual about Lupin's hands. Wrapped in bandages, his hands revealed distinct bone-like protrusions on the knuckles—these were not typical claws but rather bony knuckle formations, resembling natural brass knuckles. This peculiar mutation caught Logan's attention, adding another layer of complexity to Lupin's abilities.
Suddenly, an alert sounded throughout the facility, causing the guards to spring into action. The disturbance was due to a malfunction in the upper levels, where blown fuses and fried circuits had disrupted some of the outdated 80s electronics. The guards quickly secured Lupin's cell with a keycard, ensuring it was locked down before they hurried out of the room, grumbling about the antiquated systems that were causing the issues.
At the same moment, Ara Titan and Logan both noticed the surveillance cameras around the cells had gone offline, likely due to the electrical outage. This was confirmed by Rehan and Faris over the comms, who reported that the cameras were down, providing a perfect window for them to move in without being detected.
"Alright, this is our chance," Ara Titan whispered, her voice steady but urgent. "Let's get him out of there before they realize what's going on."
With the guards distracted and the surveillance systems temporarily disabled, Logan and the team knew they had a narrow window to act. The plan was clear: extract Lupin swiftly and silently, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the system failures. The team prepared to make their move, fully aware that they needed to complete the mission before the facility's systems could recover or reinforcements arrived.
As the team silently pried open the vent, careful not to make any unnecessary noise, they entered the room one by one. The subtle clank of the vent cover hitting the floor caught the attention of Lupin and his wolves. The wolves, always alert, perked their ears and stood up, ready to protect their master. A low growl rumbled from their throats, but Lupin held up a hand, commanding, "Hold."
The wolves obeyed instantly, stopping their growls and looking back at Lupin for guidance. He slowly stood from his seated position, his movements calm and measured, and approached the glass barrier separating him from the intruders. His eyes scanned each member of the rescue team with a curious, thoughtful expression, as if searching for something beyond the surface.
Lupin tilted his head slightly, considering the newcomers, and then hesitantly placed his hand on the glass. As he did, a strange sensation washed over Logan and the others, an unfamiliar but deeply affecting experience. It felt as if Lupin was communicating with them on a level beyond words—sharing his essence, his emotions, his life. They could sense his empathy, a profound, unending empathy that radiated warmth and understanding.
Logan felt it most acutely. It was as if Lupin was allowing them to peer into his soul, to see his hopes and dreams, his struggles and fears. They glimpsed his past, a life marked by captivity and control, but also by a relentless kindness and a desire to connect with others. This connection transcended mere thoughts: it was an emotional bond, a sharing of feelings that left each person feeling a strange sense of calm and reassurance.
For Logan, the experience was almost overwhelming. The various personas in his mind, the chaotic and often violent fragments of his psyche, seemed to react to Lupin's touch. It was as if these darker aspects were being soothed, their edges softened. The mental landscape that was usually a hell scape of rage and turmoil grew quiet, subdued by the gentle influence of Lupin's empathic reach. It was a rare moment of peace, a calm that Logan had not felt in a long time.
Ara Titan continued working on the lock, her symbiote tendrils delicately manipulating the screws and mechanisms. Meanwhile, the others stood in silence at the connection they felt with Lupin. It was more than just an understanding; it was an emotional resonance that spoke of trust and acceptance, a rare gift from someone who had every reason to be wary and defensive.
As the last barrier to the cell was removed, they knew they had to move quickly, but the shared moment left a lasting impression. Lupin had not only read them but had also offered a glimpse of his own soul—a gesture of trust that would shape their perceptions of him and deepen their resolve to bring him to safety.
Lupin quickly gathered his backpack, stuffing it with a few essential items and securing it tightly. With a calm, steady demeanor, he turned to his three wolves, who were now watching him intently, awaiting his next command. Holding up a finger to his lips, Lupin signaled them to be silent. To the surprise of Logan, Laura, Gabriella, and Daken, the wolves responded with an almost human-like nod, their eyes showing a deep understanding and trust in their master.
The wolves, one by one, approached the vent with remarkable discipline. They leaped into the opening with surprising grace, their movements smooth and coordinated, as if they had done this countless times before. Lupin followed close behind them, his expression calm and focused, completely in control of the situation.
Laura, watching the scene unfold, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Did those wolves just nod?" she whispered to Gabriella, her tone incredulous. Gabriella nodded slowly, her eyes wide with amazement. "Yeah... they did. It's like they understand him completely," she murmured back, clearly impressed.
Daken, who usually maintained a composed and aloof demeanor, couldn't hide his curiosity. "That level of control... it's like they're an extension of him," he observed, his voice tinged with both awe and intrigue. He had seen animal handlers before, but nothing quite like this.
Logan, still processing the emotional connection he felt earlier, watched Lupin closely. There was something profoundly different about this young man. The way the wolves obeyed him without hesitation, their absolute loyalty and trust, was unlike anything Logan had witnessed. It wasn't just command—it was a deep bond, an understanding that transcended typical animal training.
As they re-entered the vents, Logan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride mixed with amazement. "Kid's got a gift," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. The empathy Lupin displayed, not just with people but with animals, was extraordinary. It was clear that this young man had a unique and powerful ability, one that set him apart and made him a natural leader, even in captivity.
As Logan, Laura, Gabriella, Daken, and Lupin exited the vent, they immediately encountered a guard turning a corner. The guard, a young man, looked startled and instinctively raised his gun. Before Logan could unsheathe his claws, Laura tackled the guard, covering his mouth to prevent him from shouting an alarm.
Just as the situation seemed about to escalate, Lupin stepped forward, raising his hand to signal Logan to stand down. He moved calmly and purposefully, positioning himself between the guard and his companions. Lupin's presence was immediately calming, and he looked the young guard directly in the eyes, holding his gaze with a gentle intensity.
The guard's eyes were wide with fear, but there was also confusion and uncertainty. Lupin slowly reached out and placed a hand on the guard's shoulder, then gently moved Laura's hand away from the guard's mouth. The guard continued to stare back, seemingly paralyzed by the unexpected kindness and the empathetic connection Lupin was establishing. His radio, hanging by his side, remained untouched.
In a soft, soothing voice, Lupin spoke, "You're more than what your father told you you were. You're better than that. Find the hope inside of yourself." His words were not just a plea but an invitation, filled with genuine concern and understanding. As he spoke, Lupin gently pulled the young guard into a hug, patting him on the back.
The guard, caught off guard by this unexpected gesture, started to relax. His tense posture softened, and tears began to well up in his eyes. For a moment, he stood there, shaking slightly as the emotions he had been suppressing came to the surface. He began to cry, quietly at first, then more openly, the weight of his fear and doubt releasing in the presence of Lupin's unwavering empathy.
After a minute, Lupin helped the guard to his feet. The young man, still teary-eyed, nodded to Lupin in gratitude, a silent acknowledgment of the profound impact this brief encounter had on him. Without saying another word, the guard turned and continued on his way as if he never saw them, his steps lighter, his mind seemingly clearer.
Logan, Laura, Gabriella, and Daken watched in awe, the tension in the air dissipating. They had witnessed something extraordinary—a demonstration of empathy and kindness that had defused a potentially dangerous situation without violence. Lupin's unique ability to connect with others, to see the good in them and draw it out, was nothing short of remarkable.
As the jet lifted off from the snowy mountainside, the team settled into their seats, each member processing the events in their own way. The alarm from the facility echoed faintly in the distance, a delayed response to the missing occupant, but they were already in the air, safely on their way back.
Lupin sat quietly with his wolves at his feet, their loyalty and calm demeanor to the deep bond they shared with him. The black wolf lay with its head resting on Lupin's lap, while the brown and white wolves flanked him on either side, their eyes closed in rest. Lupin's presence seemed to radiate a sense of peace, even amidst the tension of the recent escape.
The rest of the team, including Logan, Laura, Gabriella, and Daken, sat a little distance away, quietly reflecting on what they had witnessed. It was Laura who broke the silence first, her voice low and thoughtful. "That was... interesting," she said, glancing around at the others.
Daken nodded, his expression a mix of curiosity and respect. "I've seen people control animals before, but never like that. It's like they understood him on a deeper level. And that guard... it was like Lupin reached into his soul and calmed him down."
Gabriella leaned back in her seat; her eyes thoughtful. "I've read about empaths but seeing them in action is something else. He didn't just calm the guard; he gave him hope. It was... powerful."
Laura nodded in agreement, her gaze shifting to Lupin. "It's more than just empathy. It's like he can touch something inside people, bring out the best in them. I don't know if I've ever seen anything like it."
Logan, sitting quietly with his arms crossed, listened to their conversation, a smile on his lips. He felt a strange mix of pride and the lingering effects of what he felt earlier with his son. Lupin's abilities were beyond anything he had expected, not just in their scope but in the way he used them. It was clear that Lupin was not just a mutant with a unique power; he was someone who embodied kindness and understanding, a contrast to the harsh world he had been raised in.
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As the jet touched down at the SHIELD base, the team began to disembark, stepping onto the tarmac where Agent Hill awaited them, flanked by a welcoming party of mutants and heroes. Wanda, Polaris, Domino, Nightcrawler, and Pixie stood nearby, eager to meet the new addition to the Wolverine family that they'd heard so much about.
Logan was the first to step off the jet, followed by Laura, Gabriella, and Daken. Each carried a sense of quiet contemplation, their thoughts still on the events they had just witnessed and the unique young man they had rescued. As Lupin emerged from the jet, he carried his backpack over one shoulder, his demeanor calm and collected. His wolves followed closely, their loyalty evident in every step.
The wolves, well-trained and obedient, immediately sat down upon exiting the jet, their eyes alert but calm. This display of discipline and intelligence did not go unnoticed. Pixie, with her vibrant wings fluttering slightly, raised an eyebrow in surprise, glancing at Polaris beside her. Polaris nodded, equally impressed by the animals' behavior.
Agent Hill approached Logan and the team, her expression a mix of curiosity and professionalism. "Welcome back. It's good to see you all in one piece," she greeted them, her eyes shifting to Lupin and his wolves. "And you must be Lupin."
Lupin nodded politely, a slight smile on his lips. "Yes, ma'am. And these are my companions," he said, gesturing to the wolves, who seemed to understand they were being introduced and gave a small nod in unison.
Wanda, standing beside Polaris, stepped forward, her gaze warm and welcoming. "We've heard a lot about you," she said, her voice gentle. "It's good to finally meet you, Lupin."
Domino, always one for a sharp comment, smirked. "Gotta say, you've got quite the entourage," she quipped, eyeing the wolves appreciatively.
Nightcrawler, with his characteristic warmth, offered a hand. "Welcome to our strange little family, Lupin," he said, his tail flicking in curiosity.
Pixie, still marveling at the wolves' behavior, couldn't help but ask, "How do you do it? They're so... disciplined."
Lupin smiled, a hint of modesty in his expression. "It's all about mutual respect and understanding," he explained. "They trust me, and I trust them. We're a team."
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After the welcoming reception, Lupin was shown to his living arrangements within the SHIELD facility. The space was modest but comfortable, designed with the essentials needed for a new resident. Lupin took in the details of the room with a calm and thoughtful expression, his wolves settling around him, their presence a constant and comforting reminder of his past.
Logan, walking alongside Lupin, couldn't shake the questions swirling in his mind. As they paused in the living quarters, Logan decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. He cleared his throat, his voice gruff but sincere. "If you don't mind me asking... What was she like? Your mother, I mean. From what I've heard, she was a werewolf?"
Lupin glanced at Logan, then at Ara Titan, who had joined them for the tour. Ara, sensing the gravity of the conversation, nodded subtly and excused herself, giving them space for a private discussion. The room felt quieter without her presence, the weight of the impending revelation settling heavily in the air.
Lupin took a deep breath, his calm demeanor unshaken, which made his next words all the more impactful. He carefully pulled out a photo from his backpack, a worn and creased image that seemed to hold a lifetime of memories. Handing it to Logan, Lupin began to speak, his voice steady.
"My mother, Linda, was indeed a werewolf. But there's more to the story," Lupin said, watching Logan's face as he absorbed the information. "She was one of your targets after Weapon X brainwashed you and you lost your memories."
Logan's eyes widened slightly, his grip on the photo tightening as he studied the image. The picture showed a woman with gentle eyes and a soft smile, holding a younger Lupin close. The revelation was a blow, a piece of his past that Logan had either forgotten or had been hidden from him.
Lupin continued, his tone still calm but filled with a quiet strength. "I later learned that she died because she was causing problems for Weapon X while searching for you. She was persistent, trying to find the man she once knew, the man who wasn't under their control."
He paused, allowing Logan a moment to process the information. Then, Lupin added, "Before she died, she told me to try and forgive you for what happened. She recognized that you weren't yourself, that you were a victim of their manipulation as much as she was. It took time, but I eventually managed to see it from your perspective... especially seeing how you're not that man anymore."
Logan stared at the photo, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. The recognition in Linda's eyes, even in a still image, spoke volumes of the understanding and compassion she had carried. It was a moment of profound connection and forgiveness, even from beyond the grave.
Finally, Logan looked up, meeting Lupin's eyes, a shadow of guilt and suspicion in his own. "What are you getting at, kid?" Logan asked, his voice rough, as if bracing himself for the confirmation of his darkest fear.
Lupin met his gaze, the empathy in his eyes never wavering. "You were the one who killed her, Logan," he said softly, the words heavy with truth. "Weapon X sent you after her. She understood that it wasn't really you, but their programming. And she wanted me to know that."
The room fell into a deep, contemplative silence. Logan felt a knot tighten in his chest, the guilt and sorrow of his past actions crashing over him like a tidal wave. Lupin's calmness throughout the conversation was striking, a testament to his maturity and empathy. It was clear that he had come to terms with a painful past, choosing to see the humanity in those around him, even in the face of tragic history. Logan felt a mixture of emotions—grief, guilt, and a strange sense of relief, knowing that Linda had seen him for more than just the weapon he had been turned into.
Logan, bracing himself for the worst, finally met Lupin's gaze, expecting to find some lingering traces of fear, hesitation, or deeply buried resentment. The weight of his past actions, compounded by the knowledge that he had unknowingly taken away Lupin's mother, hung heavily in the air. He anticipated seeing anger or hurt in Lupin's eyes—a justifiable response to such a tragic history.
But instead, Logan found something else entirely. Lupin's eyes were calm, warm, and understanding. There was no trace of anger or bitterness, no sign of fear or hesitation. The young man who stood before him was serene, a quiet strength emanating from him that Logan hadn't expected.
Lupin spoke, his voice soft in a way that left no room for doubt, , carrying the weight of genuine forgiveness. "I've put what little resentment I had in my youth aside," he said, offering a small, reassuring smile. He shrugged lightly, as if dismissing the burden of the past. "Like I said, you're not that man anymore. And I don't blame you for doing something outside your control."
The simplicity of Lupin's words was disarming. He spoke with the clarity and conviction of someone who had already come to terms with the complexities of his past. Lupin's empathy and understanding was overwhelming, extending a sense of peace and closure to Logan, who had long carried the guilt and shame of his actions under Weapon X's influence.
"You don't have to worry about any anger from me," Lupin continued, his gaze steady and sincere. "I've seen enough to know that people aren't always in control of their actions, especially when others manipulate them. What matters is who you are now, not who they made you be."
Logan felt a surge of emotion, a mixture of relief, gratitude, and a deep, abiding respect for Lupin's maturity. It was a gift—this forgiveness, this release from the shadows of his past. Lupin's words were a balm to old wounds, a reminder that redemption was possible, even for someone like Logan.
As they stood there, the weight of the past slowly lifting, Logan knew that this moment of understanding and forgiveness was a turning point. It was a rare and precious chance to move forward, unburdened by the ghosts of history. And in Lupin's eyes, Logan saw not only the reflection of his own journey but the promise of a future where the cycle of pain and violence could be broken.
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That night, Logan found himself at the bar with Cable, Laura, Daken, Jean, and Scott. The atmosphere was quiet, each of them processing the recent revelations in their own way. Logan, unusually subdued, wasn't drinking. He just sat there, his gaze distant, lost in thought. The weight of Lupin's words and the unexpected forgiveness he had received weighed heavily on his mind.
As the minutes passed in comfortable silence, Logan finally spoke, his voice low and reflective. "Lupin," he began, almost as if testing the waters of the conversation, "he's shown a strength I've never seen before."
Cable, always a steady presence, glanced over, his eyes curious but patient. "What do you mean?" he asked, sensing the depth of Logan's contemplation.
Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "In spite of everything—his upbringing, the pain, the loss—he forgave me. Of all the people he could have held a grudge against, he chose to see things from my perspective. He willingly... forgave me, in spite of everything."
Laura, sitting beside him, looked at Logan with a mixture of sympathy and respect. "That's... incredible," she said softly. "Forgiveness like that, it's not easy. Especially with everything he's been through."
Daken, usually more guarded, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it takes a lot to let go of something like that. Most people wouldn't be able to."
Jean, sensing the emotional undercurrent, reached out and placed a comforting hand on Logan's arm. "It sounds like Lupin understands you, Logan. More than most people ever could. He's seen the person you are now, not just the person you were made to be."
Scott, ever the pragmatist, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "It's rare to find that kind of empathy, especially from someone who's been through as much as he has. It says a lot about his character."
Logan nodded slowly, absorbing their words. "He's got this... peace about him," he continued, his voice tinged with wonder. "It's like he sees right through to the heart of things. When he looked at me, it wasn't with blame or anger. It was... understanding. Acceptance."
Cable, thoughtful as ever, took a sip of his drink before speaking. "Forgiveness can be a powerful thing, Logan. It can heal wounds that we didn't even know were still open. Maybe that's what Lupin's gift is—to bring peace, even to those who struggle to find it."
Logan sat quietly, the truth of Cable's words settling in. Lupin's forgiveness felt like a gift, an unexpected grace that offered a chance for healing and closure. It was a moment of clarity, a chance to let go of the guilt that had long haunted him. As he looked around the table at his friends and family, Logan felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. He wasn't alone in this journey; they were all in it together, supporting each other through the ups and downs.
For the first time in a long while, Logan felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, with Lupin's help, he could finally find the peace he had been searching for. And in that moment, surrounded by those who cared for him, he realized that forgiveness—both giving and receiving it—was a path to healing he had never fully understood until now.
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Elsewhere…
A formidable group of variants waited for their commander, each figure embodying a unique blend of powers and identities from different realities. Their presence was marked by a sense of unease, a foreboding that permeated the room.
The first to speak was a Mystique variant that looked like taskmaster, her form subtly shifting as she mimicked the various fighting styles she had mastered with Taskmaster's ability. She was a chameleon, constantly adapting, her eyes cold and calculating. "We need to discuss the latest developments," she said, her voice measured. "Punisher-Pool and Dr. Octopus Wolverine were both captured, but the situation is... evolving."
Beside her, the Winter Soldier, a variant of Spider-Woman with Bucky Barnes' and Jessica Drew's combined abilities, was meticulously checking her gun and the calibration of her metallic arm. The deadly precision with which she moved was unsettling, her eyes glinting with a dangerous focus. "I've checked the perimeter," she reported, her tone clipped. "No unusual activity, but we can't be complacent."
Across from them sat Thor Groot, a towering figure with a serene expression, his wooden form intertwined with Asgardian might. He twirled Mjolnir effortlessly, his deep voice rumbling, "I am Groot," followed by a thoughtful nod. He spoke more than just his iconic phrase, but in moments of contemplation, it served as a grounding mantra. "Our plans must be precise," he added, his voice carrying a calm authority.
A Vampire Blade, a version of Blade who had become akin to Dracula, leaned back in his chair, sipping from a goblet filled with crimson liquid. His eyes glowed with a predatory intensity as he prepared his vampire-hunting tools. "I've been monitoring our targets," he said, his voice smooth yet cold. "Their movements are... predictable, but we must remain on guard.
The group's attention then turned to Dr. Doom/Spider-Man, a Peter Parker variant clad in the ominous armor of Doctor Doom. His mask hid his face, but his eyes were sharp, constantly calculating. "Our immediate concern is the Phoenix Loki," he stated, his voice resonating with authority. "The fluctuations in his power are... concerning."
Phoenix Loki, the trickster god wielding the Phoenix Force, sat with a troubled expression. Recently, he had felt the Phoenix's power waning, as if the cosmic entity within him was growing ill. His normally confident demeanor was tinged with doubt, a rare sight for those who knew him. "I've been... weaker," he admitted, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. "It's like the Phoenix is... sick inside me. It's not manifesting as it should."
Dr. Doom/Spider-Man, ever the pragmatist, looked over the data he had gathered. "Peter-Knull killed the Phoenix in this universe," he explained, his tone analytical. "The death of such a cosmic entity has likely caused reverberations across the multiverse, affecting other Phoenix holders like yourself."
Loki's eyes widened in shock, a rare flicker of fear crossing his face. "What do you mean?!" he demanded, his voice rising with an edge of panic.
Before Dr. Doom/Spider-Man could elaborate, the doors to the room swung open. Green-Goblin-Wanda entered on her hoverboard, the red magical exhaust trailing behind her like an ominous cloak. She dismounted with a manic giggle, her red goblin-like mask retracting to reveal a wicked grin beneath her horned head. Her eyes sparkled with a twisted delight as she surveyed the room.
"Greetings, everyone," she purred, her voice dripping with malevolent glee. "Let's get down to business. Our target has withstood everything we've thrown at him so far. It's time for a more... coordinated response, something even he couldn't see coming."
With a flourish, she placed three crimson pumpkin bombs on the table, each one emitting a faint, sinister glow. Dr. Doom/Spider-Man narrowed his eyes, immediately suspicious of the devices. Wanda's grin widened as she continued, "These red bombs can slow down a specific individual's time. Hit them twice, and they're slowed. A third hit, and they're frozen in time for a brief moment before the effect wears off."
She then pulled out a set of green bombs, placing them beside the red ones. "The green bombs are particularly devious," she explained, her voice laced with dark amusement. "They infect someone with the Goblin persona. However, we should be cautious—I've heard that Mystra, the magical symbiote created by Peter-Knull, could counteract these effects."
Finally, she revealed the blue bombs, her eyes gleaming with a cruel intent. "And these... the blue ones are for our final move. Hit someone three times, and they get a one-way ticket to oblivion. They're erased from existence, as if they were never born. But, these are only effective on minor players who don't play a crucial role in the timeline. This way, we can remove obstacles without disrupting our plans."
The room fell into a tense silence as the implications of her plan set in. The group of variants exchanged uneasy glances, each grappling with the enormity of what Green-Goblin-Wanda had proposed. Dr. Doom/Spider-Man's suspicion deepened as he considered the ethical and practical ramifications of using such devastating weapons.
Phoenix Loki, still processing the information about the Phoenix Force's death, looked particularly troubled. The plan was as audacious as it was ruthless, promising chaos and destruction on a scale that even they found daunting. Yet, the allure of such power was undeniable.
Green-Goblin-Wanda's eyes gleamed with a malicious glint as she surveyed the room, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. She leaned forward, her voice dripping with a calculated mix of charm and menace. "Here's the plan, my dear comrades. While I only have three of the blue bombs due to a lack of rare elements not found in our universes—or any universe we know of—I'm well-stocked with the others."
She gestured to the array of red and green bombs spread across the table. "You'll each be allotted a specific number of these to use as you see fit. The red ones will help slow down our adversaries, give you the upper hand. As for the green ones... use them wisely. The effects can be unpredictable, but they could turn an enemy into a chaotic ally, if only temporarily."
Her eyes scanned the room, noting the subtle shifts in body language. Thor-Groot, the majestic amalgamation of Asgardian power and Groot's nature, looked particularly uncomfortable. He glanced down at Mjolnir in his hand, the weight of the weapon seemingly heavier than usual. Winter-Soldier Jessica Drew also shifted uneasily, her eyes narrowing with a hint of reluctance. The prospect of using such weapons, especially the blue bombs, seemed to weigh heavily on them.
Thor-Groot finally broke the silence, his deep voice resonating with a moral clarity that cut through the room. "I am Groot... God of Thunder, protector of Asgard," he declared, his tone solemn. "And I cannot in good conscience accept such an unhonorable weapon."
The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Thor-Groot stood, towering over the others, his presence both commanding and serene. He turned, his steps measured, as he made his way to the door. The act was a quiet yet powerful rejection of the darker path being laid out before them.
Green-Goblin-Wanda watched him go; her expression unreadable. A flicker of something—was it disappointment or mere indifference? —crossed her face before she shrugged it off. "Have it your way, that just means there's more for the rest of us," she murmured, her voice carrying an edge of dismissive amusement.
As the door closed behind Thor-Groot, the room seemed to darken, the weight of their choices pressing down on those who remained. The departure of such a noble figure left a stark contrast to the shadows they were venturing into, a reminder of the moral lines they were about to cross. The group exchanged uneasy glances, the reality of their situation sinking in deeper with every moment.
Green-Goblin-Wanda raised an eyebrow, her expression turning to one of sly curiosity. "Anyone else?" she asked, her voice lilting with a teasing edge as she glanced around the room, eyes searching for any signs of dissent.
Winter-Soldier Jessica Drew shifted in her seat, clearing her throat to draw attention. The room's focus turned to her, and she met Wanda's gaze with a firm resolve. "I'll take the red ones," Jessica began, her tone even and measured. "But I'm not comfortable using the green ones, if you don't mind."
A murmur rippled through the group, the tension raising only slightly, Top of FormJessica's metallic arm gleamed under the dim light, a reminder of her hardened past and the lengths she had gone to survive. Her request was not a refusal to fight but rather a refusal to compromise her principles, even in a world where such values were often blurred.
Green-Goblin-Wanda tilted her head, considering Jessica's words. There was a brief, contemplative silence before Wanda's lips curled into a faint smile, one that hinted at approval and a touch of condescension. "Very well," she replied, her voice smooth. "The red ones will suffice for you. Use them wisely."
The room relaxed slightly, the tension easing as Jessica's stance seemed to set a precedent. Each member of the group was left to ponder their own boundaries and limits in the face of the plan laid out before them.
As the meeting continued, the tension in the room eased slightly, but the air remained charged with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. One by one, the remaining members of the group approached the table where Green-Goblin-Wanda had laid out the pumpkin bombs.
Dracula/Blade, the vampire hunter turned vampire, was one of the first to step forward. His eyes gleamed with a dark excitement as he reached for the red pumpkin bombs. "These could prove quite useful," he remarked, his voice smooth yet cold. "There are certain dens that have overstepped their boundaries, and I think these will help... re-establish the balance." He smirked, a hint of his fangs showing as he placed the bombs carefully into his pouch, already contemplating their strategic use.
Dr. Doom/Spider-Man watched Dracula/Blade with keen interest, his analytical mind whirring. He approached the table next, picking up one of the green pumpkin bombs. His gloved fingers traced the contours of the device, eyes narrowing as he examined it closely. "Fascinating," he muttered, turning the bomb over in his hands. "The potential applications for these... especially the green ones... are intriguing. Controlling the goblin persona in others could be a valuable asset."
He continued to scrutinize the bombs, the scientific curiosity in his voice unmistakable. "It seems there's a delicate balance to these, almost as if they're designed to... provoke a specific kind of response." He glanced at Green-Goblin-Wanda, who watched him with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with approval.
The rest of the group followed suit, each taking their share of the pumpkin bombs. Some, like Winter-Soldier Jessica Drew, opted only for the red ones, cautious and selective in their choices.
Others, like Dracula/Blade and Dr. Doom/Spider-Man, were more eager, their minds already racing with the possibilities these devices could unlock.
However, Phoenix Loki, who had been relatively quiet throughout the discussion, suddenly stepped forward.
The room's attention shifted to him as he approached the table where the pumpkin bombs were laid out. His eyes, normally filled with mischief and cunning, now held a flicker of something darker—an undercurrent of resentment and determination. Phoenix Loki reached out, grabbing a generous handful of both the green and red pumpkin bombs, carefully counting out at least sixteen of each.
He muttered under his breath, his voice low and laced with a mix of bitterness and eagerness. "The lingering Phoenix inside of me... even in her weakened state, she's eager for some payback." His words were barely audible, but they carried a weight that resonated through the room. It was clear that the Phoenix Force, though diminished, still harbored a desire for retribution—perhaps against those who had wronged it or stood in its way.
Phoenix Loki's grip tightened around the bombs, his knuckles whitening. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by a grim expression that hinted at the depths of his internal struggle. The others watched him, some with curiosity, others with concern, as he pocketed the bombs with a decisive motion.
Green-Goblin-Wanda's eyes followed Loki, her expression unreadable. She made no comment, merely observing as he gathered his share of the weapons. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared knowledge of the power and danger these bombs represented.
As Phoenix Loki turned to leave, he paused for a moment, looking back at the table and then at his fellow conspirators. "When the time comes," he said, his voice carrying an edge of finality, "we'll see who truly holds power." With that, he strode out of the room, leaving an uneasy silence in his wake.Bottom of Form