Wolverine XXX - Part 2

Wolverine carries adamantium bones that never break and claws that slide out of his knuckles like razors. He heals so fast that most wounds just close behind him. Yet he still can't remember where all those scars came from. Calling himself Logan, he hunts his own forgotten years like a wolf circles a dark clearing. Domino watches him—her gift bends bullets and chance itself. She offers her improbable luck if he'll help her find the butcher who carved her past: Sabretooth. Logan smells the trail first; they move on it together. Then blades sing. Lady Deathstrike's living steel and Deadpool's mouth catch them cold. The fight turns ugly, clothes shred, skin parts and mends in the same heartbeat. Just when claws falter and luck fails, fire spills across the sky and Phoenix lands like living flame. Rogue comes after, raw power stripped bare. They pull the fallen pair to safety, sweat still cooling on their bodies. Later, tangled together in the wreckage, no one pretends it's finished. All blades stay sharp. The hunt always loops back to flesh and memory, to steel and sweat, to a man and woman who want more than the past—they want the fight that rewrites it.