Compromises

Peter woke up to a heavily pleasurable feeling.

He moaned as he looked under his blanket, where he found Ava focused on sucking him off.

Ava looked up as she realized that Peter woke up, and she decided to pick up her pace.

"Ava, you're crazy," Peter moaned.

Ava hummed around his dick, and lightly tapped his dick with her teeth.

"In a good way," Peter corrected hastily. "I did not think all this was going to happen."

Ava's ears twitched as she went up and down Peter's dick while holding eye contact.

"Oh, you're amazing," Peter moaned. "I'm about to cum, Ava."

Ava sunk Peter's dick down her throat, humming and using her throat to stimulate him.

With a groan, Peter came down Ava's throat.

60 Dollars Earned: Suck That Dick!

Waking up because of you cumming down someone's throat is NOT as pleasurable as it sounds, Emma groaned through her mental connection with Peter.

Sorry, Peter winced.

"What's wrong?" Ava asked as she noticed Peter's expression.

"Me cumming woke Emma up," Peter said.

Ava blushed. "Oh my god, that's mortifying."

"She won't care," Peter consoled, but he realized how untrue that was.

"Maybe not, but she'll say it in front of everyone!" Ava panicked. "Ohhhh, this is horrifying."

Emma, could you please not embarrass Ava? Peter asked. She doesn't want to be put on the spot about... That.

I do like her, so I suppose I'll be nice, Emma thought. Do send her my congratulations.

"Ava, Emma just promised not to mention anything," Peter said. "She also wanted me to send you her congratulations for... having sex?"

"Phew," Ava hugged Peter. "Thank you for convincing her not to say anything."

Peter hugged Ava back. "Don't mention it. Now, let's get ready for breakfast."

---

Ten minutes later, Ava and Peter came down to the Dining Floor.

Emma winked at Ava, but otherwise stayed quiet while Ava and Peter sat down.

"Good morning, everyone," Edith's voice chimed from the speakers. "While yesterday was eventful, the majority of the translation of yesterday's events changed your net worth in Dollars, not your Web Rankings. However, there has been some slight changes to the leaderboard."

Web Rankings, Day 5

1. Emma Frost (9 Webs)

2. Ava Ayala (6 Webs)

3. Olivia Octavius (5 Webs)

4. Felicia Hardy (1 Web)

5. Maybelle Parker (0 Webs)

6. Mary Jane Watson (0 Webs)

7. Anne Weying (0 Webs)

8. Natasha Romanoff (0 Webs)

"In other news, today is Ms. Frost's Date with Mr. Parker," Edith said. "I wish you the best."

Emma looked at Peter as she rolled her eyes. "We're constantly in each other's brain, how much will we truly benefit from a date?"

"I think it'll be enjoyable," Peter said honestly. "I mean, beyond just the private outing, we can talk instead of just thinking at each other."

"Just don't try to access my mind," Emma said. "I want to surprise you."

Peter raised his hands playfully. "I'm innocent, I swear."

Emma hummed. "Natasha, could you please keep Peter's mind occupied? I'd like to actually surprise him for the first time since this Transformation."

"It'll be my pleasure," Natasha said with an evil grin. "Peter, we're going to the gym after breakfast."

Peter gulped.

---

Twenty minutes later, Peter was staring fearfully at the Black Widow.

"Lighten up, Peter," Natasha grinned as she threw a mask at Peter. "My world's Peter did this exercise as well, now put that on."

"What does this mask do?" Peter asked fearfully.

"Oh, it's just a little something this gym has to help train and enhance those of us with super senses," Natasha said. "It'll deprive you of hearing, sight, and smell."

"And what are we trying to get out of this?" Peter asked.

"You can't use your strength against me for obvious reasons," Natasha explained. "But, I'm making another rule on top of that. You can't move outside of three feet on the floor, which I'm marking with this circle of paint. My objective is to push you out, yours is to stay in."

"And is the mask really necessary?" Peter asked trepidly.

"Of course," Natasha grinned. "We don't want it to be too easy for you, do we?"

"I won't be able to know if I'm out of the circle without my senses," Peter tried escaping the mask.

"If you're out of the circle, I won't attack you for ten seconds, then I'll tap your shoulder three times," Natasha said. "Otherwise, just assume you're still in the circle."

Peter groaned as he put on the mask, blocking his senses.

The next thing he knew, he got kicked, and he fell on his butt.

Ten seconds later, Natasha tapped his shoulder three times, and he took the mask off.

"How am I supposed to know you're going to attack me?" Peter asked. "I'm not at risk, my Peter Tingle won't go off!"

"You think Spider Sense is about risk?" Natasha asked, smiling at Peter's name for Spider Sense. "It's actually connected to the Web, and it's telling you the most probable source of damage. You need to listen to it. Clear your mind, and listen to your Spider Sense."

Peter put his mask on, and prepared for Natasha's attack.

With her first attack, she was able to throw him out of the circle again.

---

After four hours of training, Peter was only able to avoid up to four attacks from Natasha before he landed out of the circle.

"How do you know so much about my powers?" Peter asked as he drank some water.

"Five years ago, I saved Peter's protege from Captain Marvel," Natasha explained. "How that happened is its own story, but Peter was really thankful for that, so he sent me a thank you note. Few months later, he saved my life, then we went out for some drinks. Eventually, I became a friend and confidant of his, and vice versa. We talked about anything and everything except for Melina, so I was bound to learn about Peter's powers. Anyways, let's go for lunch."

Peter opened his mouth, but Natasha's harsh glare stopped him from speaking, and he quietly called the elevator to their floor.

As they went up the elevator, Natasha spoke up in a shaky tone. "I hope you understand that even though I was her biological mother, I'm not a good mom. I've accepted that, and I can't fix that."

"There's still a chance to fix it," Peter said. "If you win, Melina can become part of our universe, Nat."

"You know that's not happening," Natasha said dismissively, then the doors opened.

Peter sat down morosely, and Emma took the spot next to him.

"I'm sorry that Natasha ended your training with her on a melancholic note," Emma said genuinely, holding Peter's hand softly. "I'm also sorry that I damned her to lose."

Peter looked away from Emma. "Even though I do have... Feelings for you, I hate what you did."

5 Webs Earned: Peter Parker has feelings for you!

Emma bit her lip. "You know that I understand that, Peter. But you also know why I can't change that about me."

"Holy," Felicia said. "You two are probably the definition of a toxic relationship."

"You're one to talk, Cat," Ava sniped without heat. "But, she's not wrong, you two don't really fit healthy relationship vibes."

"You think we haven't realized that?" Emma asked with heat. "We can't do anything about that, we're in each other's brains!"

"Let's calm down," May offered. "Emma, do you want to put effort into a romantic relationship with Peter? Keep in mind that you two can stay platonic, that would require less effort from both of you."

Emma looked at May seriously. "Mrs. Parker, I've been in several relationships during my life. None of them have felt as meaningful as what I have budding between Peter and I. I would love to live my life in partnership and matrimony with Peter, even with the polyamory the Hotel will enforce."

2 Webs Earned: Get to a point where you think you can fall in love with Peter Parker.

"That's great," May said. "Peter, do you want to put effort into a romantic relationship with Emma?"

"Yes," Peter said without hesitation. "Even though I don't like some things about Emma, she's honestly amazing."

"I'm happy to hear that," May said. "Now, I don't know if I'll still be able to talk to anyone who comes after my Elimination Transformation, so I want you all to remember to keep this in mind for yourselves and spread the message to them. Normally, relationships are always built upon compromise. That becomes a bigger pillar when superpowers come into play, and over here, in this Hotel, everything has to be built upon compromise, and you'll have to be firm about it. If you don't think you can compromise, any of you, give up before you try too hard. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Mrs. Parker," Emma said thoughtfully. "I appreciate your advice."

"My advice is always free, for as long as I can give it," May said with a grin. "Now, enjoy your lunch."

After they finished their lunch, Emma gave Peter a quick kiss on his cheek.

Wear a polo shirt and casual pants, then meet me at the Date Floor, please, Emma thought at Peter as she entered the elevator.

Peter nodded, then he went to his room and changed into a blue polo shirt and khaki pants, then he headed back down the elevator.

The elevator doors opened to a picnic setup under an oak tree, where Emma was waiting for him.

"Hey," Peter greeted softly as he sat next to Emma.

"Hi, darling," Emma said. "I think you know that while we can pretend and avoid the conversation, Mrs. Parker was right, we need to find a compromise about this."

"I agree," Peter said with a sigh. "Let's both agree on letting the past be the past. If we had this kind of relationship with each other from the beginning, our disagreement wouldn't get this far in the first place."

"Agreed," Emma said. "I want to win and save us, you want to save everyone. Frankly, we can't do both."

"Compromise?" Peter asked.

"Compromise," Emma agreed. "But where's the line?"

"I get to have one attempt with each person, whether it be a Date or just a random hangout," Peter suggested. "If it goes sour, you and Natasha are free to sabotage them during the Challenge."

"What about before the Challenge?" Emma asked. "Or, in a worst case scenario, after a Challenge?"

"Not free game," Peter said.

"But it might be necessary in some cases," Emma offered. "Like it was for Natasha. In hindsight, I should've chosen a different option, but intervention was necessary."

Peter and Emma stared at each other.

"Let's just take it to a vote at breakfast," Peter suggested. "If 89% agrees, it's a go."

"33%," Emma bargained, and they had a stare off.

"50%," they said at the same time, coming to an agreement.

"It's nice to not have to avoid our disagreements," Emma commented after a few moments. "Weird, but nice."

"Really weird," Peter snorted. "But it's nice too, I agree."

Peter rested against the tree, and Emma rested against him.

"Emma, do you think that if we met naturally, we'd make something work out?" Peter asked.

"I don't think we'd ever appreciate each other enough," Emma admitted. "Our idealogical differences would immediately clash, especially in a superpowered setting."

"Yeah," Peter agreed thoughtfully. "We'd respect each other, but we wouldn't even think of us as a possibility."

"Other versions of us are missing out, darling," Emma said.

"I agree, Em," Peter said.

"Em," Emma tested the nickname out. "I like it, as long as only you call me that."

"The name's mine," Peter said softly, feeling Emma's mental nudge of happiness.

Emma made a sound between pleasure and displeasure as she burrowed deeper against Peter.

Let's just nap here, Emma suggested mentally.

That sounds enjoyable, Peter thought. I didn't think you would enjoy something like this.

Compromises can be nice, Emma thought while mentally rolling her eyes.

Yes, they can, Peter agreed as they fall into a slumber on their picnic setup.