A Keeper

Zeta woke up to see a slightly pissed Felicia lying next to him and M'Shen standing at attention in the corner of the room.

"I see you've met M'Shen." He spoke after waking up.

"So, I have." She responded.

"What do you think of her?' Zeta asked.

"I think that I may have to crush your balls after hearing about wanting a harem." Felicia spoke as she snaked her hand from his chest to his morning wood. Despite catching something she didn't expect, she tightly clenched her hand around it.

"I think you like me too much. You can't bring yourself to hate me." He smiled and pulled her closer. Her head rested on his chest, using it as a pillow.

"I hate you." She released his dick and closed her eyes. There was something about him that she couldn't resist.

"I'm sure you do." Zeta pet her head. He may be doing this as a way to improve his chances in this world, but it doesn't mean he can't enjoy it.

Seeing that Zeta would rather take the report another time, M'Shen nodded towards him as disappeared into the shadows.

"Why do you have to have such a big dick?" Felicia complained/ flirted.

"Why do you have to be so beautiful?" Zeta replied. Just like he thought she would, Felicia buried her head in his chest to avoid eye contact.

"As I thought, you're weak to couple talk. Who knew that the seductive Black Cat was so weak to genuine compliments?" Zeta teased. Felicia buried her head further.

"You look beautiful, your eyes are captivating, you smell great..." He continued to throw her compliments. She couldn't move because of the sheer weight of the compliments.

"...I love you." He finished. Her head instantly shot up and created eye contact with him. After a few seconds, she leaped from her lying position and ended up straddling Zeta.

"Don't play with me." She demanded. Her facial expression was dead serious, void of any embarrassment or shyness. Although, she'd be far more intimidating if she wasn't sitting on Zeta's erect cock.

"Do you think I'm playing you?" He smiled. She didn't reply.

To show his 'love' he pulled her closer and kissed her dead on the lips. His tongue forcefully invaded her mouth which she tried to resist for a couple of seconds, before resigning to lust.

Felicia's platinum hair covered Zeta's face. Even if he opened his eyes, he would only be able to see Felicia.

It was this moment when she noticed the erection her pussy felt. Her tongue paused its movements and she broke the kiss, only to sit up.

She stared at Zeta's eyes, both of them knowing what the other was thinking.

Felicia got up from the bed, and tied her hair in a ponytail while Zeta continued to lie down, watching her. Perhaps unknowingly, when Felicia left the room, her hips swayed far more than she usually did.

Soon enough, both of them were up and about. The next couple of hours were weird.

Zeta would be sitting on the couch watching T.V. Felicia would join him and sit an inch or two away. However, as more time passed, she magically closed the distance more and more. Eventually, her head was resting on his shoulder and she held his hand.

Honestly, Zeta thought it'd take much more time for Felicia to actively make moves herself. It seems she wasn't as timid when it came to love as she first thought.

Whilst enjoying Felicia's warmth, Zeta pulled out his phone and messaged M'Shen.

"I'll take the one on XXX street." He messaged. He was talking about the training facilities that he wanted.

"Understood, sir. About Wilson Fisk, I've found out that he planted a couple of explosives around the Hell's Kitchen. Upon further digging, I found that all of these locations are where the Russians have been operating." She reported.

"Good work, message the locations to me." He praised and demanded.

"Messaging that girl?" Felicia asked.

"You jealous?" Zeta teased.

"Shut up." She demanded.

The rest of the day went quite well. Felicia was like a small little kitten that didn't want to separate from her owner. She followed him into the kitchen when he was making food, into the living room when he was lounging around. It made for a weird experience. Although, it was definitely enjoyable having a portable pillow.

Finally, night had fallen and it was time for Zeta to get to work. Felicia also had work to do, so she got dressed in her Black Cat costume.

With his new car, it only took 10mins to get to a certain Russian-owned warehouse.

Of course, Vladimir was inside.

Zeta knew that he was about to go up against dozens, perhaps even a hundred-armed gangsters inside the warehouse. He wouldn't be able to dodge every bullet, no matter how well-trained a Kriegsman was.

Therefore, this time, a different form was needed. Of course, he needed one that could take a hit. Zeta became a Necron Warrior.

Zeta didn't own a weapon for this form though. Therefore, a Gauss Reaper was purchased from the store. It was quite a bit stronger than a Lasgun.

[20 points were deducted!]

[Balance: 255 points]

A beautiful weapon entered Zeta's skeleton arms. It felt as if an absent limb had just been re-attached. The gun perfectly fit the bony hands that the Necron form possessed.

"What the fuck! A walking skeleton, open fire!" Someone speaking Russian said.

Most of the bullets hit the metal plating of the mechanical parts and harmlessly fell to the ground.

"Such a difference in forms. Though, such a small difference wouldn't matter in that world." A metallic and cold voice hit the ears of the gangsters.

The double-barreled neon green gun in the skeleton's hands lit up for a second. All of a sudden, half of the gangsters had been erased from the planet. In the next few seconds, the rest had all disintegrated as well.

"This is the difference between yourself and a higher being." Zeta spoke in a robotic voice.

[New Mission: Make a difference to how destiny should play out.

Description: Destiny is unkind. Change it. Get rewarded.

Rewards: Varies depending on performance.]

He walked through the building with little resistance, any resistance was instantly disintegrated.

Although, he didn't shoot up Vladimir despite him being the greatest pest. He'd be useful if he was kept alive.

Zeta walked through the warehouse, being shot at all the way. He stumbled upon the bomb fairly early. He didn't want Vladimir to die, however, Matt wouldn't be able to get close to him if Vladimir is completely healthy. It'd also help if Matt didn't underestimate him because he was close to death.

Therefore, Zeta simply threw the bomb a couple meters to the left, away from the cat-walks Vladimir was shooting at him from. There may be other bombs, but this should change the explosion enough.

Looking at it, Vladimir was unlikely to die from the explosion, although he'd still be heavily injured.

A job well done.

*KABOOM*

The explosive caused Zeta's mechanical body to be thrown to the roof, he couldn't feel pain, but he could feel the damage.

The building that separated the Russians from the outside world had been blown to bits. And there were many corpses that littered the fiery new ruins.

Zeta could feel the front of his face begin to repair itself. It was akin to the rest of his body simply filling in the gaps with leftover scrap. However, even the metal that left his skull, to fill in his face didn't seem to make a difference to the shape of his body. It seemed as though the metal that repaired him simply came out of nowhere.

Zeta stood up from his lying position and walked in the direction that Vladimir was likely blown off into. All the while, he could feel his body rapidly repairing itself.

He soon stumbled upon him, but not in the state he wanted. Half of Vladimir's skull wasn't there with the rest of his head. A sharp object had been propelled by the explosion, straight into his skull.

'I didn't want M'Shen to take care of it because of the potential of points. But if this is going to be the result... I'll get her to do these types of operations from now on.' Zeta sighed internally.

That's when a familiar beard came into view.

"What the hell did you do? What the hell are you?" A masked man spoke as he got into a battle position.

"It truly is a tragedy. I intended to move the explosive so that he wouldn't be on death's door when it exploded. It seems the opposite had occurred." Zeta's cold voice spoke.

"So, you're the one that planted the bomb? Under Fisk's orders?" Matt wanted some info before he beat the robot's ass.

"Not at all, I plan to kill Fisk when the time is right. Much like you." Zeta spoke.