Night 1

As soon as Natasha and Emma entered their room, they turned to glare at each other.

"I should kill you, you damn bitch," Natasha said.

"For what?" Emma asked. "Whatever did I do to you that would cause such anger?"

"You fucked with my brain," Natasha glared.

"You were going to do the same to all of us," Emma countered. "Don't dish it out if you can't take it."

Emma turned her back to Natasha and began removing her jewelry in front of a mirror. "Explain to me, darling, why you're adamant in your hate against me?"

"You fucked with my brain!" Natasha repeated.

"Sure," Emma said. "But you hated me from the moment you met me."

"Can't you read my brain and find out?" Natasha asked as she discreetly picked up a pen.

"Sure," Emma admitted. "But I'm not sure I won't be punished by the infernal AI."

In a moment, Natasha leaped at Emma, aiming to use the pen lethally against her.

Just before the pen stabbed Emma, her skin turned diamond, causing the pen to break against her skin.

"Edith, am I allowed to use my telepathy defensively?" Emma asked as she grabbed Natasha by the neck, **** her.

"To an extent," Edith said. "You may implant one defensive condition if you are attacked, and if Spider-Man gives permission. However, this is a limited defense."

"Understood," Emma said.

She threw Natasha at the bed, and before Natasha could attack her again, Emma deactivated her diamond form and telepathically froze Natasha in place.

"Emma, stop!" Peter's voice came through the intercom.

"So you do have visual access to our rooms," Emma said. "Tell me, why should I stop?"

"We need to work together," Peter said.

"Peter, she attempted to kill me," Emma said. "Like full on kill me."

Peter was silent for a few moments. "Alright, how about this? I give you permission to implant a command in her to 'never use lethal **** against anyone from this island.'"

"She can still use the shop to sabotage me in that case," Emma said. "Look, she doesn't have a problem with anyone else in the Tower, so let's make a wording to counter that."

"But every wording would give you an unfair advantage over her," Peter said.

"It's a pity you're smart enough to notice that," Emma said.

"Ok, let Miss Romanoff speak," Peter suggested. "Miss Romanoff, I need a reason to trust you, do you understand me?"

"Why are you talking about needing to trust me but not talking about needing to trust her?" Natasha challenged.

"That's a fair argument," Peter said. "Perhaps because I don't trust her yet either, but I distrust you more than I distrust her."

"And why do I care for your trust?" Natasha asked.

"Because trusting each other is the only way we can make it out of the Hotel," Peter said.

"Not my concern," Natasha said. "I just want **** on this bitch."

"Miss Romanoff — actually, Natasha," Peter said softly. "Do you remember earlier today when you begged me to vote for you to be fertile once more? Now, I hate to put it this way, but you can't get what you wanted out of that Transformation without playing ball, do you understand?"

"Fine," Natasha said.

"Emma, let her go," Peter ordered.

Emma begrudgingly removed her control over Natasha.

"Alright, I know everything between the two of you isn't fixed," Peter said. "I just want the two of you to put your personal goals here over your hate for each other. Sounds corny, I know, but it's what I have to offer."

"Since she likes to use the Shop so much, how about we use it to fix this?" Natasha asked. "I won't settle for less, after all, she's willing to destroy my mind."

"And you're willing to destroy my life," Emma glared back.

"The Shop it is," Peter said. "But only if all three of us agree to whatever it is the shop has to offer."

"Agreed," Emma said.

"Natasha?" Peter asked.

"...Agreed," Natasha said.

"You may leave us to our own devices, Peter," Emma said. "I believe the action is over in this room."

"Goodnight then," Peter said, turning the intercom off.

In Ava's and May's room, the two women were having a cordial albeit awkward discussion.

"So you know your version of me?" May asked.

"Yeah," Ava said. "I... Lived at your house at one point."

"Oh, so were you and Peter..." May trailed off.

"Oh! No no no," Ava said, blushing.

"But you were... Into him, weren't you?"

"I mean, yeah," Ava said. "It doesn't matter though."

"I suppose you can believe that," May said. "I think you have one of the highest chances to win here."

"... Who else do you think might make it out?"

"Hmm," May thought. "Felicia, and Mary Jane are honestly high on my list. I think Anne and Olivia have a chance as well?"

"I... Didn't like the Felicia in my world," Ava admitted. "Always felt like she was a bad vibe."

"That's alright dear," May said. "Just look at everyone with a fresh outlook, and maybe you'll have new opinions on everyone here."

"I guess," Ava said begrudgingly. "Night, Aunt May."

"Goodnight, dear," May said after a moment.

"So, Anne," Felicia said.

"Felicia," Anne said back.

"We're sharing a room, and I don't know anything about you," Felicia said.

"You don't have a Venom on your world?" Anne asked.

"I mean, the only aliens we had was Thanos," Felicia said. "And if you think about it, Thor as well."

"Interesting," Anne said. "Well, I'm chill, I don't think there's much about me to say that I haven't said."

"I guess not," Felicia said. "If that's all, I'm sleeping, see you tomorrow."

"See you," Anne said, tucking herself under her blanket.

"Oh, can I touch your legs?" MJ asked Olivia. "Usually I wouldn't be so calm about things like this, but I know you won't attack me, so what's the point in being too cautious?"

"That is an opinion," Olivia said derisively. "And no, you may not. I want to sleep, Miss Watson."

"Oh, c'mon," MJ said, but Olivia already tucked herself in and was ignoring MJ. "I guess I have to sleep now as well."