"There, there Peter. Sleep tight. Mommy will protect you tonight," a dark haired woman whispered to her tired child. She brushed the nine year olds bangs from his forehead, and planted a soft kiss.

She smiled at him for a moment, before leaving his room. She sighed softly and rubbed her one eye. She knew it went against all programming she had received, to care for him.

A sweet, innocent little boy. Her programming was telling her to kill him.

But she wouldn't. He was no mutant, he didn't carry the X-gene. Heck, she didn't even kill mutants anymore. And he was just an unfortunate orphan who had been mutated by an outside force.

She shook her head trying to shake away the images of how she found him. Surrounded by white lab coats. Government officials...

She felt her anger well up inside her. She took in deep breathes. And forced herself to calm down. She couldn't go on a rampage. She had to keep Peter safe.

"I see you're still up Ms. Shapandar," a voice cut through her apartment. Her eyes widened and she whipped her head to see Nick Fury. She glared at the government entity. She let her hand turn into a gun and aimed it at the one eyed man.

"Fury."

"No need. Peter's sleeping in the next room over isn't he? I'm not here to cause harm."

"Then what are you here for?"

"Last I checked, you were unemployeed and about a week away from being evicted."

Her jaw clicked. It had been difficult since she had stopped working to kill mutants for the much needed money. No one wanted to hire a mostly mechanical killer who had once been a fully realized woman.

"What about it Cyclopes?"

"I would like to offer you a job-"

"I'm not hunting mutants. I am not doing that with Peter in my care."

"I'm not asking you to."

"Then what are you asking for?"

"A trainer."

"Excuse me?"

"I want you to train our new recruits in the combat room. Nonlethal of course. You would be paid. Enough to cover your apartment, food and Peter's medical bills."

"Peter can't have a normal doctor."

"SHIELD knows his condition. We have doctors willing to help him develop safely."

The woman stared at him in disbelief.

"I need a drink," she groaned as she walked to the kitchen. Fury kept his eye on her as she grabbed a beer. She returned to the main sitting space and sat across from Fury. Opening the bottle, she took a swig.

Fury just watched her with cold and calculating eyes. The woman met his, "You keep quiet about the nitty gritty of the job to Peter, and you got yourself a trainer."

Karima Shapandar. Omega Sentinel. A woman fighting for her last shred of humanity.