Comic idea thing

It all started off a few years ago. Something straight out of a comic book. It was only 14 hours ago I learnt the truth...

They must've drugged me bad, I woke up feeling like I'd gone 10 rounds with the Hulk, my head was spinning and my ribs felt like someone had used a wrench to play drums on them.
The shackles on my wrists and ankles only added to my assumptions; I'd been kiddnapped.
Now, no one would pay a ransom for me, there wasn't many people on 'my side' these days, and the ones that are wouldn't break out of hiding to help me.

Some broad made herself known, and that's when I realised where I was. Penthouse Zero. This is where it all began.
I was just a guy, a guy who for 4 years, was a test bunny. A test bunny for their sick plans to create a real life super soldier, the likes you'll find in comics; Captain America, Winter Soldier. Only they decided to model me on the more aggressive, violent character. These guys wanted a Weapon X.

Now I never had regenerative healing abilities, nor do I now. But what they did to me, what they tried to accomplish, was bond a costume made out of a specially designed metal varient of Inconel 625. It was bullet, knife and fire proof, and was incredibly lightweight and made to match the users skin. Thus replacing the sad sacks skin that gets dragged into this. Me.

(The costume also was made with retractable blades, which too were made of Inconel 625, that were implanted underneath the suit. Four blades, two on each arm that were housed above and underneath the hands. Contrary to how it looks, the blades are only placed under the suit, not in my skin.)