Marvel: The Strongest Avenger

-----------APRIL 1931 (BRUCE 13YRS OLD)---------

(Alfred)"Ok Master Bruce, I will pick you up from the same place next month at 12 noon and press that button if you have an emergency so we can come and take you away"

"Don't worry about me, but emphasis to mom that I am going to a safe and fun band camp so I can make some new friends" I said while calming myself as I was going to embark into the Canadian Wilderness.

"I will master Bruce, good luck and may god bless you" Alfred replied while driving away from the place he drop me off from.

"AHH.., this is going to be a long freaking month" Bruce said as he was going through his military backpack ensuring everything is present. Pistol strapped around his hip, Winc.h.e.s.ter in his arm.

------------ Two Week Time Skip ---------

As I was laying inside a carcass of a gutted grizzly bear, I couldn't help myself as I recalled the life and death trap I was put into but still I tried to get some shut eye as my whole body was numb from the cold. I already knew that Jonathan must be watching over me, as I fell someone watching my every move, ready to jump into action if my life was ever truly in danger still I couldn't shake off the feeling of death that lingers in the air especially due to my carelessness which led me finishing up the ammo of my ColtM1911 (pistol) and only having one shell left in my Winc.h.e.s.ter.

Fun fact I thought to myself, "I still have two more weeks to survive." I couldn't help curse myself as I mumbeld "Good Job Bruce, why couldn't you just stay at home and be a normal kid. This isn't the DC universe I know, the timeline is too messed up for me to be Bruce Wayne. Daily Planet and LexCorp doesn't even exit and Alfred thinks I might have gone crazy as I insisted that a city called Gotham exists but everyone I talk to says that no city with that name exists in the east coast, and hell not even in the west coast. So maybe this is just Wayne industries in a different Universe or one in an alternate timeline."

But soon my worries changed subject as I tried to generate heat as much as possible as the carcass blocked the cold wind but still it didn't do much about temperature but honestly I couldn't really be bothered as I felt asleep like a log, as my stamina was drained by hunting and gutting the bear.

**Third Perspective**

ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

At midnight, the smell of blood permeated the air attracting a pack of wolves, even thought Bruce did a good job of cleaning the carcass and deposing of everything he couldn't use, the smell of the dead bear attracted the wolves living in this local area.

"Shit, Shit, Shit, if we were come out of this alive, he will have to do skinning and cleaning of the carcass of an whole year."exclaimed Jonathan as he woke up, got his gun and was sprinting to where he knew Bruce was asleep. Jonathan has been following Bruce's every move from the first day itself and due to Bruce doing a good job for the last 2 weeks straight, he relaxed his vigilance and slept for the whole day inside a carcass if a reindeer he hunted.

*Bang* and shrieking of wolf could be heard.

-------- Flashback 2 minutes ago -----------

ARH-WOOOOOOOOO

"F.u.c.k...." Bruce murmured as he awoke up, he took his Winc.h.e.s.ter and put the barrel outside the location where he gutted his carcass. He took the only 2 knives unused throughout the whole journey, arming himself to his first proper many to one fight. He could see about 30 wolves through the crack in the carcass and soon three of them made their way slowly, toward the dead carcass. 20m...10m... You could see the smelling the air and looking confused as they found a strange and alluring smell in the air.

"Bang* it went as he shit the wolves leading them through the crack, right across his skull. Bruce used the moment of panic, to jump out from the carcass, stabbing one wolf in the eye while the other through his ear while kicking both of them with everything bit of energy he had on the place the knives were located imprinting them deeper into the wound which lead him to immediately end their lives with blood drenched hands he stared at the remaining wolves.

The rest of the wolves were howling and running as a pack to avenge their fallen ones. Bruce sighed, as he took the knives hidden in his sleeves launching them at the running pack, stabbing the skull and vital points of 6 wolves in the front, immediately killing them as blood spurted and dyed the ice red, killing them immediately but it only managed to immobilise the alpha wolf. Adrenaline started pumping through his body as Bruce unsheathed his 130cm Claymore which was almost his height of 170cm as he hacked and slashed the remaining wolves which lead to the alpha wolf scampering away but alas Bruce's sword decapitated it.

Jonathan exclaimed "Holy f.u.c.k..." as he saw Bruce drenched in blood surrounding by a army of corpses, decapted heads and a sea of blood right before Bruce looked at him grinned and passed out.