The Quinjet touched down at the Sentinels Compound, its engines hissing as the ramp lowered. Griffin Shepherd was the first to step off, his posture rigid, his expression grim. The rest of the team followed—Katya, Sam, Bryce, and Asric—each looking uneasy, tense. But the last one to step off wasn’t Griffin Cross.

It was the Revenant

His stance was precise, calculated, his blue eyes cold and empty of the warmth they once held. He moved with the same mechanical efficiency as the assassin Hydra had forged him into, his metal arm gleaming under the fluorescent hangar lights.

The moment they crossed the threshold, chaos erupted.

Before anyone could react, the Revenant tore through the Compound. Steele tech security drones shattered like toys, reinforced doors bent under the force of his metal fist. He moved like a shadow, slipping past defenses meant to contain even the most dangerous superhumans. Every attempt to stop him was met with swift, brutal efficiency—Steve called out to him, Sam tried to block his path, but he barely acknowledged them.

He had one goal. One target.

And then, the door to your room slammed open.

You barely had time to push yourself up from your desk before he was there, dropping to one knee before you like a knight before their sovereign. His head bowed, his shoulders squared in unwavering obedience.

His voice, when he spoke, was steady. Unshakable.

"You are my mission."

Your heart lurched.

"Adrian! Grant! Why is Griffin kneeling before me?!" you demanded, your voice rising in panic.

Adrian skidded into the room a second later, eyes wild as he took in the sight of the Revenant at your feet. Grant was right behind him, his face pale.

But the Revenant didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

He had chosen.

And now, he was your protector.