Marvel Tales

Marvel Tales is a collection of stories following various characters throughout their lives. The basis of this is so any character can be used to tell a complete story for. The world is based off Earth- 10005 and Earth-TRN414, as well as including characters from Earth-199999.

The Wolverine
Logan wiped the blood of his chin with his palm, six groaning drunken bar patrons writhe on the floor in front of him. As a departing token he kicked the closest drunkard in his already broken ribs. Logan departed from the bar, grabbing his leather jacket on the way out. He returned to his crappy, run down motel room no hooker would think of taking a man to. It was cheap, on the verge of collapse. The owner, from what he'd heard around town was waiting for a gust of wind to topple the money pit to the dirt so he could collect some kinda insurance.

Logan slammed the door shut, hung his jacket onto the coat rack, poured himself a glass of scotch and sat on his bed, staring at the broken TV he'd punched in when he arrived in town three days prior. He'd been waiting for the timer, the countdown for his birthday...the day he'd meet his brother Victor Creed-Logan. He'd earned the nick name Sabertooth, the Feral Beast in the past few years. Six years prior Creed killed Logan's wife and child right in front of him, ripped their throats out. Logan vowed to kill the man, or die trying. Every year they'd meet to fight, every year Logan failed to beat him. Every year Creed left him in a pool of his own blood, scoffing, mocking... A few days after their last encounter Logan was approached by William Stryker claiming to represent a military division called HYDRA. He offered to give Logan weapons to kill Creed, Six months later they infused some kind of new metal to his bones, according to Stryker the procedure nearly killed him, he was only saved by his unusual healing ability. The following three months he spent training with Stryker's lackeys, Agent Zero and Wade Wilson. Come the new year, Logan departed from the base and made his way back to this town where so much pain had occurred.

When he arrived, Logan realized he'd arrived two months early. He burned time beating the local drunks and criminals, at one point police were called in to subdue Logan when he had gotten too rowdy and started causing legitimate property damage. A month before his birthday he was approached my two men, one was clean shaven, had a crop cut hair, tall brawny carried an ego and self entitlement, Logan felt as if his bones were being pulled toward him. The other man was shorter, scraggly beard he tried to keep tidy, his hair going down below his chin, Logan felt as if his brain was being probed while in his presence

"What do you want?" Logan snarled

"We'd like to offer you a position in our Brotherhood." The taller man said

"We have a school that cold use your skills." The shorter man finished

"I'm not interested." Logan replied, returning to his drink

"I implore you to think it over." The taller man said, placing a card on the bar table next to him.

"Fuck off." Logan said.

The two men took the hint and departed...

Logan snapped out of his flashback when someone knocked at the door. He got up and opened it, revealing William Stryker. His gray three piece suit filthy, stains adorned his outfit. His facial hair unkept, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. Truly Logan could only say the years had not been kind to him.

"Logan." He said with as much pleasantry as he could muster

"What do you want Bill?" Logan asked

"I know Victor will be here tomorrow...I am telling you not to fight him!" William said

Logan scoffed "And what are you going to do to stop me?"

William retrieved a photo from his breast pocket and handed it to Logan. It as an infant girl, a year old tops. Black hair, dark brown eyes. She was cute and looked oddly familiar.

Logan eyed the man "She yours?"

William shook his said "No Logan, she's yours. She was...delivered to us about a month ago."

Logan handed him back the photo "That kid has nothing to do with me and Creed. He is dying tomorrow. That's it."

"And then what, Logan? What are you going to do when he's dead? Go from bar to bar killing innocents until you die of old age in God knows how long?" William shouted

Logan sighed "What I do one he's a corpse is none of your concern, Stryker."

"She's your child Logan, she's your responsibility!" William said forcing the photo into Logan's hand

Logan just stared at the floor, no the last woman to depend on him died. The last time he tried to have a child she had died. The last person to look up to him ended up in prison. Logan eyed him behind his raven black hair

"Goodbye, Stryker." Logan said

William took the hint and left, shutting the door behind him. Logan locked it and crashed onto the bed...images of Kayla and the baby filled his dreams. At around three AM Logan awoke, feeling no different then when he went to sleep. He threw on his jacket and walked out into she ankle-deep snow. He waited in the center of town, burning off his Cuban cigar. His ears pricked up when he heard another set of foosteps come closer. He looked over to see Victor Creed dressed in all black, jeans, boots what could plainly seen, a tank top and a trenchcoat. His hair had turned blond, leaving only a streak of black right by his eyes.

Creed said in a feral town "Ready to die, little brother?"

Logan tossed his jacket into the ground, he caught a glimpse of the photo in the pocket. He raised his hands, letting the metallic blades slide out between his knuckles.

"Oooh. Shiny" Creed remarked.

Logan got into a crouching position, ready to strike at any moment...his breathing quickened his senses strengthened....he could detect Stryker watching from on top of the hill. He reaked of fear... Logan took one last deep breath and lunged at his brother, blades ready to cut his head off... __________________________________________________________________________________________

Logan sighed to himself, discarding his tattered, ruined leather jacket to the ground, landing on one of the now-dead bar dweller. He needed something that wouldn't shred at the first Bowie knife. He thought about buying yet another leather jacket but decided it would be a good time to see an old friend. He stepped outside the bar, hopped onto his motorcycle and took a drive to an apartment complex. He keyed the room 1971.

A man chimed the intercom "Who's there, what do you want?"

Logan eyed the camera near the door and gave it the bird, a grin graced his lips.

"Oh hello, Logan. Come on in." The man said buzzing the door

Logan used the elevator to get to the top floor, and made it to the room. When he opened the door a slightly overweight man seemingly in his forties stood before him, a greasy tank top, sweat pants, his head was recently shaved, a five o'clock shadow.

"What can I do you for, Logan?" the man asked handing Logan a beer

"I was wondering if you could uh...get me something a little more durable for me, a jacket I mean." Logan said popping the top of the bottle off one of the man's coffee tables.

The man eyed Logan "Why didn't you just use one of your claws? That ruins the furniture."

"I haven't had to pop my claws in about five years now." Logan said "So can you do it for me, Byrd?"

Byrd was well known for making many durable, lightweight long lasting costumes for the super powered. Recently with the implementation of legal restrictions, Byrd had fallen on hard times, few people had come to him when the government started handing out inhibitor collars for mutants to control their powers, now no one needed his fireproof jumpsuit or electrical conducting suits.

"What do you have in mind, Logan?" Byrd asked brushing a hand across his seemingly bald head.

"Something durable." Logan said, feeling like he was repeating himself "Something that's not going to rip in a fight so easily."

Byrd snapped his fingers "I made you something about three years ago, never got a chance to give it to you." Byrd stood up and started digging through boxes in his closet. "Did I ever tell you I got commissioned about five years ago to make a shit ton of these costumes for this school out in Manchester?"

"No you didn't." Logan said, faking trying to care. "It pay well?"

"Oh extremely. I planned on moving out there so I could get closer. About two months ago one of the teachers said they were going to need a new set soon, something about a kid with laser eyes." Byrd said "Ah! Here it is!"

Logan looked up and saw Byrd holding a hooded sweatshirt, a zipper running down the middle. It was yellow and black, Logan took it with a nod and tried it on. It fit him perfectly, the hood came over his eyes, casting a shadow over them.

Byrd cleared his throat "I wanted to add gloves but those claws of yours woulda shredded them to bits . Anyway, what do you think?"

"It's great Byrd. Thanks." Logan said

Logan dug into his pocket to pay the man, but Byrd shook his hand in dismissal "It's already paid for."

"By who?" Logan asked

"Some guy at the school I told you about...Charles Xavier?" Byrd said scratching his head

Logan snarled "This guy have an address?"

Byrd nodded and handed Logan a card, a phone number and address. He knew where he was going next....