Training Gwen

Zeta woke up to find both Felicia and M'Shen burying their heads into the crooks of his shoulders. By no means did he have to sleep last night, but needing and wanting are two different things entirely.

No sane single man would do last night differently than Zeta.

As if she felt that her master was now awake, M'Shen exited her sleep and exchanged glances with Zeta.

"The training facility should be bought by now." She spoke as she let her head fall on his chest, using it as her pillow.

"Good girl." He patted her head as a reward. In response, M'Shen moved her body so that her tits would lie on his chest along with her head. If Zeta didn't have morning wood before, he most certainly had it now.

Hearing voices, Felicia also woke up. The first thing she saw when she awoke was M'Shen presenting her tits to Zeta. Of course, the Black Cat couldn't be outdone. She mimicked her and placed her tits on his chest for his viewing pleasure.

A smirk formed on Zeta's face. He gave the both of them a good, long kiss on the lips before hopping out of bed. The roles were reversed from yesterday morning. Now, Felicia was perving on him as he left the bed, her eyes mainly focusing on his erection.

The three of them soon finished breakfast with a decent chunk of flirting being exchanged.

At about 10am, Zeta texted Gwen and Jennifer.

"I have everything ready if you two want to start training." He messaged.

"It's a weekend, so I can come." Gwen replied.

"I'm still thinking about it." Jennifer replied.

"Got it. Gwen, come to XXX." He texted before giving Felicia a kiss and leaving. Unfortunately, M'Shen had to leave to go be president of the US, so he gave her one when she left.

It took a couple of minutes for Felicia to gather the motivation to stop hugging her man, but she eventually caved in.

'Her clinging to me so much might become a problem.' He thought to himself. 'Well, as long as it stays in the house, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.'

Anyway, he rolled up to the training facility in a dozen minutes. It wasn't too far away, and it didn't really matter where Gwen was in comparison considering she can just swing around while ignoring New York traffic.

It only took a minute of waiting for Gwen to show up. Considering they were both early, there were no apologizes about being late.

"Let's head in." Zeta spoke. He opened the doors and invited her in. The inside was far more luxurious than the shabby looking exterior. Only the highest-grade of training equipment was present here, thanks to M'Shen.

"Woah..." The interior seemed to amaze Gwen as well. No gym in New York could compare to what the president could conjure up.

"We'll begin with basic exercises using the equipment. And we'll end it with a spar. I don't specialize in hand-to-hand combat, but it'll do." Zeta told her, she nodded in response.

Of course, the training wasn't as simple or easy as Zeta described it. He started off by finding her limits when it came to lifting strength. It was twice the world record for body-builders. Super-powers come with a lot of sub-abilities.

Of course, this meant that a young adult was benching almost one ton of weight. By no means was Zeta able to spot that. Thankfully, he didn't need to, they were safety mechanisms in place. Much alike a seat belt, if the barbell came down too fast or if it was shaking at her chest, it would pull the barbell up.

"Do I... really need to work out... when I'm already this strong?" Gwen spoke in between pants.

"Becoming stronger is always recommended. It's better to have it and not need it-" Zeta spoke.

"Then need it and not have it, I know." She finished his sentence.

"I don't even need to test your flexibility. Your fighting style is all about elegance and ballet after all." He commented.

"I thought it'd be cool..." Gwen scratched her cheek.

"It is, but it doesn't suit your real appearance in the slightest. From hottie in a rock band to a majestic, untouchable flower." Zeta commented.

"...yeah." She agreed. She didn't say anything else though, partly because he was right, and partly because he called her hot.

"Anyway, finish up your squats and we'll proceed on with the spar." He spoke. Gwen nodded in understanding. It took quite a bit of effort to restrain himself from getting an erection after seeing a sweaty girl work out.

After only a couple of minutes, Gwen had finished her squats. Zeta handed her a towel which she happily accepted and wiped her sweat off with.

The both of them stepped into the ring in the center of the room.

"Feel free to use your webs as you like." Zeta told her. She nodded and put on her web bracelet.

An AI voice could be heard throughout the facility.

"3"

"2"

"1" The both of them got into their stances.

"GO!"

The both of them reduced the distance in only a second, Gwen threw the first punch, straight to his nose. Of course, Zeta couldn't accept the generous gift, and side-stepped. He returned the favor with a kick to the waist.

She wasn't able to dodge in time and took a couple of steps back from the pain.

"Don't over-extend yourself in attacks like that unless your certain you can hit it. It works against thugs, not actual threats." He scolded.

Hearing the advice, Gwen once again rushed towards him, however, instead of putting her whole body into it, she simply jabbed. It was blocked.

"But at the same time, you can't put no motion into it. There's a small zone of perfection, not too weak but not too committed." He spoke.

'Fuck, that hurt my hand. I'm not blocking any attacks from Jennifer.' He thought to himself.

The spar continued; Zeta gave Gwen as much advice as he could. He had to teach her how to fight without giving examples. Not only was his CQC fighting style flawed, but she also had webs as a weapon, making her follow his examples would only corner her into being imperfect.

Gwen used her webs to try and drag Zeta in. However, he simply grabbed it from the air and pulled her instead. The shock of having her webs grabbed like that froze her for enough time for Zeta to drag her closer. He caught her in his arms to avoid crashing.

"Don't assume that your webs can't be interrupted, and never freeze like you just did. Even if your enemy turns out to be the most important person in the world to you, never freeze." Zeta spoke. These words came from experience, his first few kills almost got him caught because he froze too easily.

While he was thinking about fighting, Gwen was panicking after being pulled into a hug. Just like when he grabbed her webs, she froze.

"If a hug is all it takes to make you hesitate, then dying is the least of your worries." He spoke as he lifted her chin with his hand. Now looking in each other's eyes, Gwen had to slap herself out of her paralysis.

"See? If a hug or kiss is enough to make you freeze up, your enemies might go a bit further." He placed a hand on her thigh. "And you better not freeze up when that happens." He whispered in her ear; she wasn't able to resist.

Zeta sighed.

"Listen, I'm adding light romance to our training regimen." He told her.

"What?" She recovered.

"I'm not letting you get raped because you freeze when a guy touches you. I'll get you used to hugs and such." He spoke.

"No... There's no need." She looked away.

"There obviously is." The system had labelled Gwen a potential partner. However, that doesn't mean that she can't lose that status, Zeta didn't want that.

"..." She didn't reply.

'I can't tell him that he's the only one I've frozen with during battle.' She thought to herself. That was basically a confession in itself.

"Well, it doesn't matter, improvement is why we do this." Zeta spoke. "We'll pick this up-" His phone dinged. A message from Natasha.

"It's built and ready. It'll take 2 days to travel from here to Mars, 2 days to return. Tony wants to leave tomorrow." The message showed.

"I'm fine with tomorrow. Send me the location, I'll see you then." He replied.

"I guess we'll have to pick this up in a good while. I'm going to Mars for a while." He told Gwen.

"Oh yeah, the spaceship you asked for." She remembered.

"Yep. Don't worry though, I'll be training and hugging you a lot when I get back." He smiled. Gwen couldn't maintain eye contact.