SHIT

Owen locked eyes with the Black Widow standing before him, then shifted his gaze slightly to his hand, which still held the weapon. It was trembling faintly. Her kick had dislocated his wrist, and the hold before that had popped his shoulder.

There she was. A spy trained by the KGB, enhanced by a serum that increased her strength. It wasn't comparable to the super soldier serum, but even without it, the Black Widow could take on any trained man without much effort.

Without taking his eyes off Natasha, Owen switched the weapon to his other hand. Then, with a sharp motion, he raised his knee and slammed his wrist into it, resetting the joint with a crisp snap.

Natasha Romanoff watched him with a hint of understanding. Resetting a dislocated wrist mid-fight wasn't exactly common. But yes, it was definitely attention-grabbing.

"You know… breaking into my house and attacking me out of nowhere isn't exactly friendly, Miss S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent"Owen said with a sardonic smile.

Natasha frowned slightly at his words.

"You know about S.H.I.E.L.D.? "she asked, never taking her eyes off him.

"Of course. Wasn't it your people who tried to recruit me at least five times this year? "Owen replied, still alert.

Her gaze sharpened at that. Then, without a word, she glanced at the lifeless body lying nearby.

Owen spoke before she could ask the question.

"I just got home from my retirement. That man was already here when I arrived. My bag is over there. And if you follow the blood trail, you'll see he came in on his own… before dying "he said, pointing to each detail as he spoke.

Still on guard, Natasha lowered her stance slightly. She was no longer in combat mode, but she wasn't letting her guard down either. She pulled out a communicator and called someone to confirm Owen's story.

Meanwhile, he holstered his weapon and walked over to a wall. With a harsh slam, he rammed his shoulder into it, popping it back into place.

"Tsk… if this keeps up, I'll end up with elastic arms "he muttered, flexing his fingers.

"Seems like you were telling the truth "Natasha commented as she knelt beside the body to examine it, no longer paying him much attention.

"Not even an apology… how rude "Owen said mockingly.

"If you'd let the tranquilizer dart hit you, we wouldn't have had to fight. I'd have tracked the signal and been gone a while ago "Natasha replied in a neutral tone.

"Right, my bad for not letting myself get drugged by a stranger breaking into my house "Owen snapped, visibly annoyed. He knew he couldn't really compete with Natasha"not in terms of strength, but in terms of backing. She had Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. behind her. He, a retired soldier, had little to fall back on. And if he asked for favors, he'd have to pay them back.

"Have this cleaned up… and don't let anyone else bother me at home again "he ordered, pulling the lockpick from the door and opening it with his own key.

"Wait "Natasha said suddenly". Why did that man show up at your house?

"I saved him on a mission once… I guess he hoped I'd save him again "Owen murmured before closing the door without another word.

Natasha frowned as the door shut in her face. She quickly requested more intel on the corpse.

Inside, Owen stared at the door for a moment. Then he pulled something from his pocket: a small device with a screen and a fingerprint scanner. The screen read:

"Hold the fingerprint until the video ends."

Yeah. Owen had taken it discreetly from Victor's body when he got close. It was obvious Victor had come specifically to see him. This wasn't a coincidence. Not on the day of his retirement. Not at his front door.

Victor had sought him out for something.

And it seemed important.

......…

Classified File – Military Profile of Owen "Revenant" Colt

Owen Colt, 27 years old.

He turned down full scholarships to the country's most prestigious universities. His name appeared on the lists of the state's top students, yet he only took the minimum needed to graduate. Not out of disinterest, but because from day one, he knew his destiny: no classroom, no lab, no diploma could compete with his obsession.

To be a soldier.

From the moment he walked through the gates of the recruitment center, it was clear he wasn't just another applicant. His scores shattered records in every category: physical endurance, marksmanship, leadership, tactics. Veteran instructors still speak of him as if they had witnessed a legend. He completed every phase with the highest marks"no failures, no complaints, no requests for rest.

He was accepted into the special forces without even a formal interview. They called him "the specter" because he'd appear, complete the mission, and vanish"no glory, no medals. Just results.

By 24, he was a Lieutenant Colonel"the youngest in his unit's history. He led impossible missions with terrifying efficiency. But when offered the promotion to Colonel, he did the unthinkable.

He retired.

No one understood why. He simply said he wanted peace.

A word that didn't fit the legend.

...…..

Operations Log – Colonel Owen "Revenant" Colt

Mission: "Scorched Earth"

Night infiltration in Central Asia. Objective: dismantle a weapons trafficking network funding regional insurgencies. Owen led the assault with surgical precision. All targets eliminated. Cargo destroyed. Zero allied casualties.

Operation: "Silent Night"

Rescue of a kidnapped diplomat in Africa. Stealth entry, extraction under enemy fire, and exit without detection. The mission prevented a war between nations.

Raid: "Gray Wolf"

Capture of an ex-soldier turned mercenary, responsible for multiple political assassinations. Hand-to-hand combat in high-altitude mountains. His capture saved an allied government from collapse.

Operation: "Deadly Wind"

Rescue of scientist Victor Keim. Ambushed. His entire squad fell protecting him. Owen was left alone, out of ammo. He used traps, stealth, and hand-to-hand combat to eliminate the pursuers. He carried Keim across 30 kilometers of hostile terrain to the extraction point.

That mission marked his retirement… and his legend.

...…

"That's all we could find. If you want more on him, you'll need a much higher clearance... He's not just any soldier. Maybe talk to Courson"he might dig up more "the agent said, wiping blood from the floor as Victor's body was carried out.

"Fine. That's enough "Natasha replied coldly.

She gave one last glance to the house before turning and vanishing into the shadows.

.....

Meanwhile…

Inside the house, Owen Colt kept staring at the strange device.

He knew that once he activated it, there would be no turning back. He'd be involved in something he hadn't asked for. Something he didn't want.

He had waited patiently for the moment Tony Stark was taken. He was going to use the opportunity, make some money, and vanish to some forgotten town where chaos couldn't reach him.

But then… that part of him"the part that lived for risk, for war"began to wake up.

Adrenaline. Danger.

The thrill of a mission he didn't understand. An invisible enemy.

"Great. I've got psychological issues "he muttered, resigned, before sighing with a crooked smile.

"Screw it… I'll just take a look. What could go wrong? If it's dangerous, I'll hand it over to the general. Let him deal with it.

Without another thought, he pressed his thumb to the sensor.

The screen lit up.

...….

"Hello, Owen."

Victor Keim's figure appeared on the monitor. His voice was calm. Resigned.

"If you're watching this, it means I'm dead. Don't worry. For me, death is rest.

You see… the day you saved me, I was actually about to kill myself. I'd lost everything because of my research.

My wife… gone.

My son… murdered.

And then you showed up. You and your squad.

One by one, they died to save me. But you… you made it.

And you made me doubt.

I couldn't let their sacrifice be in vain. So I finished my research"for you. As a gift. And as a warning.

When you handed me over to high command, I discovered something… strange. Some of them weren't soldiers.

They were something else. Infiltrators. Agents.

They were HYDRA.

Yes, Owen. They didn't die with Captain America. They never disappeared. They're everywhere.

They wanted my research. They forced me to work for them. And I did… only to uncover their reach. And to finish what I started.

My work… was cellular evolution.

And I achieved something tied to their super-soldier serum experiments.

But my serum… has no limits. It's not the human ideal. It's a starting point.

Your strength. Your speed. Your endurance… will keep growing as you train.

Your body will adapt. Regenerate. Improve endlessly.

Maybe, one day, you'll become something no one's ever seen before.

Maybe… a god among men.

Oh, and if you ever run into Captain America… kick him for me. I'm sure he's still frozen in some block of ice.

Now listen: your body won't change on the outside. No oversized muscles. Just internal upgrades.

Accelerated healing. Resistance to toxins. Adaptability. Maybe even energy manipulation.

I pulled ideas from rumors about gamma radiation. Can you imagine? Pure energy. Absolute power.

I don't know if you'll get there… but I'd love to see it.

"By the way "Victor added with a final smile". While you were watching this video, the serum was injected through your thumb.

Good luck, soldier.

...….

Owen dropped the device and looked at his hand.

A tiny red dot glowed on his thumb, already numb.

"...Shit.

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His abilities include super strength, agility, dexterity, and regeneration, with progressive growth in each. Additionally, he possesses enhanced senses, exceptional reflexes, and an adaptability that will develop over time.

A key aspect of his evolution is his resistance, granting him protection against any attack he has previously experienced—resistance, not immunity. Later on, this adaptability could allow him to manipulate energy, though that power will emerge in advanced stages of his development.

His initial level is comparable to Captain America, but over time, his abilities will intensify, reaching even greater heights. I hope you like the concept, though adjustments and refinements can always be made based on these same specifications.