Chapter 1
Equalizer Wolverine - Ability
Log
File Status: Active
Subject: James "Logan" Howlett
Designation: Equalizer
Core Equalizer Function
Genetic Mimicry Trigger:
Following the adamantium bonding process,
Logan's altered genome developed a resonance effect. When encountering other superhuman beings, his physiology selectively adapts, copying traits that overlap with his existing weapon system (healing, senses, claws, reflexes).
Constraints:
Only compatible abilities can be copied (no gamma strength, no psionics).
Adaptations always remain tethered to
Logan's feral physiology.
Experience Note:
Every acquisition triggers an overwhelming
shiver - primal, euphoric, almost too much like raw pleasure. Logan keeps this detail to himself.
Acquired Traits
1. Predator's Senses (Wendigo)
Olfaction: Tracks pheromones, blood, sweat, even emotional states.
Auditory Range: Detects whispers,
heartbeats, footsteps - biological sonar.
Combat Effect: Near-impossible to ambush; awareness borders on omniscience.
2. Hunter's Reflex (Wendigo)
Reaction Time: Reflexes now beyond
feral limits.
Application: Dodging gunfire, reacting faster than thought.
Instinctive Precision: Moves feel predictive, almost precognitive.
3. Accelerated Healing (Wendigo)
Function: Faster tissue repair, reduced
blood loss, delayed fatigue.
Combat Impact: Recovers between blows mid-fight.
Limitation: Not true immortality - only efficiency.
4. Bone-Deep Durability (Elder Feral Twin)
Effect: Claws genetically reinforced beyond natural limits.
Result: Combined with adamantium, they're unbreakable - even against
vibranium-tier resistance.
Visual Cue: Sparks and metallic
resonance instead of fracture stress.
5. Claw Elongation (Younger Feral Twin)
Range: Extend claws up to 5 meters. Drawback: Adamantium weight makes
control unwieldy.
Applications:
Long-range piercing strikes.
Internal elongation for instant lethal kills.
Grappling surfaces for mobility.
6. Bullet-Time Reflex (Nightcrawler)
Effect: Dual enhancement layered over
Wendigo reflexes.
Result: Perception shifts into "slow motion." Logan moves in bullet-time.
7. Predator of the Night (Some Passerby)
Night Vision: Sees darkness as daylight.
Synergy: Combined with Predator's Senses, Logan becomes the apex nocturnal hunter.
8. Eagle's Eye (Young Mutant Boy) Zoom Vision: Visual clarity across 10
kilometers.
9. Spherical Hearing (Young Mutant Girl)
Hearing Sphere: 20-meter
omnidirectional hearing, creates a "sound map."
Extended Range: Abnormal perception beyond sphere, though less precise.
10 . Cat's Smell (Feral Mutant)
Function: Emotional detection through
scent.
Perceptions: Fear dripping like sweat.
Rage sharp as ozone.
Glee manic and high.
Lies sour, bitter, undeniable.
11. Presence Null (Tiger Mutant)
Effect: Logan emits no detectable
"presence."
Mechanism: Redirects bodily emissions
(heat, scent, radiation) inward.
Combat Advantage:
Magneto cannot sense his adamantium.
Supernatural and tech-based
detectors fail to register him. Limitations:
Damage from internalized
emissions.
Psychic perception still detects him. Sound remains audible, though
Logan minimizes it with training. Analogy: He becomes like a chair in a
room - visible, but "unfelt."
12. Thermal Sight (Military General Snake Mutant)
Function: Visual spectrum expanded to infrared. Detects body heat, energy emissions, and structural warmth through walls and obstacles.
Application: Identifies number of occupants in a building, living or mechanical, as long as an active heat signature exists. Robots powered by thermal-producing energy sources register clearly.
Limitations:
No detection of corpses or constructs fueled by "cold" or null-energy systems.
Cannot distinguish detail beyond heat contours (faces, weapons, fine machinery remain vague).
Synergy: Combined with Predator's Senses and Spherical Hearing, Logan can triangulate targets even in dense urban structures — rendering ambushes nearly impossible.
13. Oxygen Reservoir (Crocodile Morlock Mutant)
Function: Logan's blood chemistry adapted to store oxygen reserves far beyond normal human limits. Mimics crocodilian physiology, upgraded by mutant overlap with his feral durability.
Application:
Enables survival underwater, in vacuum, or in toxic/airless environments.
Duration: Up to 24 hours without external oxygen before depletion.
Natural crocodile duration (1–2 hours) amplified by mutation and Wolverine's healing synergy.
Combat Advantage:
Functions in space combat — healing factor repairs cellular damage from exposure while oxygen reserve prevents suffocation.
End of Current Record
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Chapter One: The Hunt in the North
The Canadian wilderness was quiet, snow thick as a blanket over the endless trees. But quiet didn't last. Not with the Hulk loose.
Department H dropped their new weapon into the fray — Weapon X, the Wolverine. Compact, clawed, and mean as a cornered badger. His orders were simple: test his claws on the green monster and bring him in.
But Hulk wasn't the only nightmare in these woods. The Wendigo prowled here too — a cursed creature of white fur, bloodlust, and hunger without end.
When Wolverine lunged into the clearing, claws gleaming, Hulk roared back, and Wendigo was already there. Three predators, one frozen battlefield.
"Two ugly mugs and me in the middle," Logan growled under his breath. "Guess it's Tuesday."
Hulk hit like an earthquake, his fists shattering trees. Wolverine darted in and out, claws slashing, but Hulk's hide barely dented.
"Gonna take more than kitty scratches!" Hulk bellowed, swinging wide.
"That so?" Wolverine sneered. "Let's see how Fido likes 'em, then."
Logan shifted targets, slipping under Wendigo's guard. His claws tore flesh — and for a split second, something tore back.
A shiver ripped through Logan's spine, hot and wild. He didn't stop to think. He only smelled blood sharper, heard Wendigo's growl clearer, felt his reflexes twitch faster. He pressed harder.
To Hulk's dull eyes, it looked simple: the little man was taking swings at Wendigo. And Hulk knew Wendigo was his enemy.
"Hulk smash snow monster!" the giant roared. "Puny claw man fight too! Good!"
So the green giant barreled in beside Wolverine, the two of them hammering the beast together.
Claws and fists. Rage and hunger. They drove Wendigo back, blow by blow, until the monster toppled off the cliff into the void below.
Silence. The snow fell.
Hulk, chest heaving, turned his gaze toward Wolverine. For a heartbeat, it seemed like maybe they'd found common ground in the fight.
Logan wiped blood off his claws, smirking. "Not bad, big guy. But playtime's over."
"...What?" Hulk tilted his head.
"Sorry, big guy," Logan muttered, and then he struck first.
Adamantium claws slashed across Hulk's side. The green giant roared, betrayal shaking the night.
"PUNY MAN TRICK HULK?!"
"Orders are orders," Logan spat, crouched low, ready for the storm. "Nothin' personal."
The battle that followed was feral. Hulk's fists thundered into the ground, tearing craters. Wolverine slipped, slashed, his movements sharper than before — his new senses and instincts giving him half-seconds of foresight. He didn't notice it yet, not fully, but he was dodging things he had no right to dodge.
And then—
Mist. A strange vapor filled the clearing. Marie Cartier stood hidden in the shadows, vial in hand. The air thickened, heavy with magic. Both fighters slowed, their bodies betraying them. Hulk's eyes fluttered, muscles slumping. Wolverine staggered, claws clinking against one another.
They collapsed in the snow.
Hulk shrank back to Banner. Wolverine lay unconscious, chest rising steady.
And in the cave nearby, Georges Baptiste's conscience gnawed at him. He could not follow Marie's plan to curse another man. He could not damn the Hulk. And so, with grim resolve, he took the curse onto himself. Wendigo lived again, born of sacrifice, not vengeance.
Meanwhile, Department H watched from above. They had given Wolverine six hours to bring Hulk in. He had failed. And now their choppers swarmed, floodlights carving through the dark, targeting the jade giant.
As for Wolverine? He was hauled back aboard, mission incomplete, head filled with a strange echo of claws raking white flesh — and that shiver that still lingered like a forbidden thrill.
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The helicopter rattled as it cut through the cold Canadian night, its blades drowning out everything but the pounding in Logan's skull. He sat in the back, restraints loose, claws sheathed, staring at the snowstorm vanishing beneath them.
His body felt… off. Not bad. Not weak. The opposite.
He flexed his hands slowly, rolling the ache out of his knuckles. "What the hell was that back there?" he muttered, low enough no one else heard.
That moment with Wendigo. The claws sinking into white hide. The jolt that tore through him. Not pain — no. A rush, like lightning under his skin. Like a raw, filthy pleasure that left his nerves singing. He'd felt a lot of things in his life. But this? This was new.
He sniffed the air without thinking, and the world opened wider than before. He could smell the oil burning in the chopper's engine, the nervous sweat on the pilot, the faint trace of gunpowder on the soldier's rifle at his left. Hell, he could almost taste it.
His ears twitched next, catching the rhythm of heartbeats — fast, slow, steady, nervous. It was like sonar, telling him more than eyes ever could.
Logan leaned back, eyes narrowing. "No way that's a fluke," he thought.
The healing was different too. The cuts Wendigo and Hulk left on him had sealed almost before the fight was done. Usually he needed time, minutes at least. Now? Seconds. Like his body was ahead of itself, eager to stitch him back together.
And his reflexes. Christ. He'd dodged Hulk's swing — a swing he knew damn well should've flattened him into red paste. But it was like his body moved before his brain gave the command, like instinct had sharpened into something close to precognition.
Logan exhaled slow, almost a laugh, but bitter. "Some kinda new trick, or I'm just losin' my mind."
The shiver came back when he thought of it, curling at the base of his spine, crawling upward. He clenched his teeth. It felt dirty. Sinful. Addictive. The closest thing to release he'd had in years.
"Hell…" he thought, dragging a hand down his face. "It was almost like an orgasm."
But it hadn't been Wendigo's curse. Logan still felt like himself. No hunger for human flesh. No madness. Just… upgrades. Subtle, but there.
Was it permanent? Or would it fade? That was the question. And he wouldn't know until it happened again.
For now, Weapon X kept his mouth shut. Department H didn't need to know. Not yet. He'd figure it out himself, in his own way.
He lit a cigar once the chopper steadied, puffing smoke into the stale air. "Guess we'll see what happens next time, bub."
And with that, Wolverine sat back, letting the blades carry him deeper into the night — claws itching for the next fight, for the next shiver.