Meeting Natasha

Natasha immediately boarded her private jet-ship thingy and set off to Peter's location.

Usually, things like this would alarm Nick Fury, however, Natasha is a very thorough and intelligent woman. He doesn't need to monitor her like he does the rest of his staff. He does occasionally check in on her, just in case, but she may be the most trustworthy employee he has.

Which is quite ironic considering she's an assassin and could stab him in the back if she was a double agent. Nevertheless, she has taken a jet to various locations around the world numerous times to tie up loose ends of various missions, there's no reason to think this day would be any different.

Natasha activated an 'invisible' mode to the jet which in reality was just an advanced camouflage. In the end, it could disguise the buzz of the wings or the wind blowing it caused.

She rushed downstairs and met with Peter, he hadn't taken off his mask but she could tell he was distressed just by his body movements.

"In that room?" She pointed to the door he paced by. He simply nodded in response.

"What should I expect?" Natasha asked Peter.

"A handsome face and a complete lack of morals." He replied.

Without any more delays, she nodded and opened the door. The sight that greeted her shocked her deeply.

A handsome man was joyfully chatting with two beautiful women. The sight could be mistaken for a trio of friends hanging out. The disparity between the different sides of the door were surprisingly to say the least. On one side held Peter, nervously racking his brain about what he should do about the threat, and the other, what could be mistaken for a party.

'This man is dangerous.' Natasha thought to herself. It took a special breed of person to become friends with what was essentially their captor. Only a few serial killers such as Ted Bundy and herself could comfortably pull something like that off. It was an unnerving sight, even to her.

In reality, Felicia was the one that started talking with Gwen. Once she starting getting replies from Gwen, Zeta joined in and eventually evolved into what it was now. However, Natasha's hunch wasn't entirely wrong, Zeta absolutely joined the conversation, not only to talk with his favorite factional characters with bodies that he'd love to fuck silly, but they'd also be useful tools in the future.

"Does your race not understand how to interrogate? Sending me two beautiful women..." Zeta flirted. Natasha was unfazed.

"I've heard you're an alien." She spoke to him as she sat down in Peter's seat, he entered as well and stood at her side, not really knowing how to contribute.

"You heard correct." He smiled. Natasha was skeptical of everything, especially this man's status as an alien. He seemed like too good of an actor for her to be certain.

"Please tell me exactly why and how you were able to take down..." She looked at Peter.

"Rhino." He spoke.

"Yes, Rhino." She finished.

"Well, you see, I was getting clothes, changing out of my outfit meant for battle when a heavily-armored man came crashing through many auto-mobiles with her and some guy in a skin-tight outfit." Zeta pointed at Gwen. Natasha nodded and wrote down his responses. Getting his exact words would allow her dissect them later if need be.

"Therefore, I pulled out my Laspistol." He summoned it to show off. Instantly, Natasha was on-edge for multiple reasons. He summoned a physical object, it's a futuristic laser weapon, and he can obviously wield it, and well.

'He's trained, and well.' She made a mental note.

"I was going to shoot him in the skull, to kill him instantly. However, this lovely lady that offered to house me begged for his life, oddly enough." He pointed at Felicia. Natasha took note that both Gwen and Peter knew her and would ask for details later.

"Therefore, I shot him in the leg, getting rid of it and saving the day." Zeta smiled. It was such a perfect and attractive smile that even Natasha wanted to believe everything he said. However, she's been trained against such things, she knows that and Zeta does as well. He simply is trying to get as close to her as possible.

It was weird for Zeta. Scarlett Johansson was sitting across the table from him, analyzing his every move, waiting for him to make a suspicious move so she could detain or kill him. Scarlett Johansson was probably his first celebrity crush, and for good reason. The more he looked at Natasha, the more he wanted to seduce her, to take what he couldn't have in his original world. He'd have a hot babe that doubles down as a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D. and is simply a lesser version of the Callidus Temple.

Something to note; Zeta knew that if they were on an even battlefield, face-to-face, he could beat the assassin in front of him. That included weapons. However, if she was able to slip into the shadows or has a superior weapon to him(unlikely), then he'd be killed. She was the most skilled, most likely out of any normal human.

"And you don't feel any remorse?" She asked. Quite hypocritical.

"Why would I feel regret? I've killed thousands on the battlefield. If my guns ran out of ammo? I'd use my knife. If my knife dulled? I'd use a shovel. All that mattered was that I survived and my enemies did not. I believe that you would understand, considering you've killed a considerable amount." He gave her a knowing smile. They now both knew that they both knew that they were mass murderers.

(A.N. That last sentence was not a typo.)

"..." Natasha growled slightly at him bringing up her assassin ways. It was something she wasn't proud of but would continue to utilize to protect the world.

"I believe that we both know you are just analyzing me in order to find something. A speck of killing intent to either you or the spiders. A weakness to exploit. Something to give you an edge should I decide I want you all dead." Zeta smiled. He'd dealt with other serial killers before. He once killed a woman that another killer was stalking for years, obsessing over her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to introduce himself, rape and kill the girl.

Unfortunately, Zeta killed her first. This sparked a dispute between the two, over the freshly slit throat of the woman. There was an untold rule in the 'killer's kingdom', the underground. If a killer is more deranged than you, do not try to kill them, you will die.

Unfortunately, this lesson would only be learnt after the stalker's throat had already been slit. Zeta was far more and less deranged than every other. He felt no shame, no remorse, no guilt when killing. Zeta killed like he ate, the two were basic needs for him. At the same time, he was calm and collected when killing and it showed.

He wasted no time in cleaning up traces that he never left, so he was free to walk out of a back-alley that housed a corpse.

Nevertheless, Zeta was proficient in battling other killers. Natasha was no exception. She was smart; however, she lost the second Zeta was sent to this world with so much knowledge about everything.

The only way she'd be able to win against him is to use her body to the extreme. And considering the system's message [High-quality potential mate found!], she didn't like using her body to kill, only to provide an opportunity for her to kill.

"You're absolutely correct." Natasha replied. Everyone else in the room felt a thick tension.

"I always am. So, let's just get to the point. What do you want?" Zeta asked.

"I want you, to not join any villains." She told him. It was a simple request, one that was purposefully designed to keep Zeta immobile. Even if he didn't help the spider-people from now on, as long as he kept to this word, she'd be satisfied.

"I can accept that, under two conditions." Zeta spoke. Natasha perked her ears, listening for them.

"No one here can mention my abilities nor my identity as an alien to anybody else. You cannot tell anyone to recruit me, you cannot do anything that would interfere with my life on this planet. Of course, that doesn't include you, feel free to be a part of my life." Zeta flirted. She rolled her eyes, nodded and waited for the second demand.

This was when she noticed that Zeta began staring at her body like a predator. His eyes caressed her every crevasse, enjoying every bit of skin showing.

Natasha rose her leg, stealthily pulling her hidden knife out of her shoe. Should he ask for her body, she'd kill him. Despite loving how easy they are to kill; Natasha completely despises men who are so blatant with their lust because of their power. She'd beat the shit out of Tony multiply times because of this, causing him to summon his armor to protect himself.

"I want..." He continued. Natasha could feel the sexual tension that he wanted to force onto her.

"...Tony Stark to build me a spaceship." He finished with a smile. Withdrawing his sexual stares from Natasha's body.

"What?"