America Chavez fell from one of her star portals. Gasping, she landed hard on her back and gasped, horrified to see this strange creature following her until at the very last second the portal closed and a claw-like hand severed hit the ground beside her. Groaning, the pain of the hard landing shot through her back, "Fuck that was close!" She groaned, slowly rolling onto her side and straightening up. Clenching her teeth, she slowly got to her feet, her face covered in soot stains and here and there holes in her faded denim jacket still smoldering. She looked around with narrowed eyes, she was about 200 meters away from the central station, but everything was covered with tendrils and ivy. Wrecked cars lined the road, which had been completely reclaimed by nature. "Well, better than the previous universe!" She murmured and hobbled slowly in the direction of Central Station. She thought about the last universe, rivers of lava running down the streets, little volcanoes that had formed everywhere and this huge behemoth that had been chasing her. She shuddered as images flashed in her mind of the monster running toward her with a lust for murder. So this universe was a welcome change, everything looked somehow peaceful and idyllic. She was standing in front of the entrance to the Central Station, light was falling through a huge hole in the ceiling and a small lake had apparently formed in front of her due to rain and other weather events. Here, too, everything was green and flowers and bushes grew wildly throughout the hall. Hobbled she approached the lake, it was no more than a meter deep and the water was clear, she knelt on the bank groaning and dipped both hands in the water. The cool wet washed around her fingers and she sighed comfortably as she freshened up with the water. Without further ado, she took off her jacket and washed her hands and arms, which were covered in soot. When she got up again, she felt a little better, she still noticed the injuries from the fall, but the water had really done her good. She stayed on the bank for a moment and surveyed her surroundings, she saw an old ticket counter that was well hidden behind a lot of undergrowth. America got up, tied her jacket around her waist and went to the counter, with some effort she got the old door open and stepped into the room. The light from outside, filtering through the old security pane, cast greenish shadows on the wall. In the gloom she made out a dusty narrow army bed with a neatly folded blanket at the foot of it. A small makeshift chest stood nearby, which caught her eye. She carefully sat down on the bed and opened the chest. In addition to personal belongings, there was also a small torch with a crank and two old canned goods with an opener. When she saw what she thought was food, her stomach rumbled. She grabbed it greedily and carefully opened one of the cans, the scent of ravioli caught her nostrils and without thinking twice she shoveled the dish into her mouth with her hands. It was delicious, she decided to spend the night here to get some rest. After a short walk to the lake to wash her hands, she lay down on the bed, using her jacket as a pillow. She looked out into the hall, the light was now fading and a few moments later she was asleep.

A loud crack jolted America Chavez awake. Her heart was pounding, what was that? She got up slowly and walked to the window. The moon shone through the hole in the ceiling, illuminating the lake and surrounding area. Suddenly someone flew out of the shadows and landed in the lake with a splash, the sound lingering in the hall. Spluttering, a person emerged from the water, America immediately recognized the white and black suit with the hood and the pink elements. At that moment, Gwen Stacy, alias Ghost-Spider, pulled the mask and hood off her head. At the same moment, four figures ran out of the shadows towards them. They walked like humans, but their gait was clumsy and their arms long and gnarled like the branches of an old tree. America Chavez swallowed, what should she do? Gwen brushed her blond hair from her face and got into a fighting stance. The strange tree figures positioned themselves in a semicircle around the lake. And stopped. "Surrender Ghost-Spider! We have the majority and it's night! You can't pick!" It sounded like creaking branches forming words, the tallest of the four had spoken. The eyes of the four began to glow green as they also got into fighting stance. "You wouldn't even get me if I strapped my arms behind my back!" Gwen said defiantly, but she was panting heavily. America couldn't budge as the fight started, young Gwen jumped and swung back and forth, and the tree people lashed out at her with arms that could extend several feet. It was so exciting that America forgot to blink, but then, mid-flight, one of the vine arms wrapped itself around the young superhero's ankle. She was plucked from the air with a jerk and dangled upside down from the long arm of the vine. Before Spider-Gwen could react, the four tree people tied her up so that she was floating in the air in an x-shape. "Pretty cheeky, don't you think?" asked the largest of the group, none of the four was exhausted in any way and white or seemed exhausted. Gwen, on the other hand, had blonde hair plastered to her sweaty forehead and her chest heaved heavily. "I... I was just warming up!" She gasped in response, desperately tugging at her bonds. The big one laughed and it sounded like breaking wood.

"Let's see how much energy you have left!" He said and stretched out his arms, which were slowly getting longer, America was paralyzed. Would they kill you now? Gwen now looked a little uncertain and tried with all her might to free herself while the tendrils came closer and closer. The Ghost Spider's suit, badly damaged by the battle, became her undoing when the tendrils crept into the open cracks of the suit. America saw Gwen start to twitch and her face twisted oddly. "Come, let us hear your beautiful voice!" grumbled the leader of the tree people. Before America could figure it out, she saw the vines snaking through the suit, moving weirdly in places like the armpits, stomach, and crotch. When she then saw that Gwen's turquoise slippers fell to the ground, a chill ran down her spine. Fine tendrils meandered over the now bare feet of the young heroine, they twitched back and forth uncontrollably and then she realized it! These creatures tickled Gwen, now she saw the tortured grin on her face and how much control it took her not to laugh, but why? Suddenly Gwen erupted loudly as thin cord-like tendrils pierced between her toes. The laughter caused the four's eyes to glow brightly, spreading to her body and tendrils like tears. Gwen couldn't control herself any longer and laughed loudly into the night through tears and shaking her head. " Jaaaaahhh…..that's good! More…mehhhhhr!" The leader whispered loudly against the laughter. Meanwhile, in addition to the leader, his three teammates also took part. Under the thrashing and twitching, the suit tore further and further until it hung in shreds from Gwen's athletic body. Without knowing what she was doing, America ran out roaring, causing the tree people to stop in terror, she charged at the leader, who was about to turn around and hit him in such a way that he was torn apart and scattered into multiple universes. Panicked by the flash of light, the others let go of their victim and fled. Gwen fell heavily to the ground and lay there, breathing heavily. "That... That was close!" She gasped, trembling, and tried to sit up.

"Come... I'll come, help you!" Stuttered America and helped Gwen up, half-carrying, half-dragging, carrying her, into the small ticket booth and laying her on the bed. Her suit exposed much of her body, causing America to blush and cover her with the blanket. She sat silently on the box and waited for Spider-Gwen to regain normal breathing. "What the heck is going on here?" she asked softly and looked into Gwen's face. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, smiling weakly. America shook her head slightly. "They were Trees, half human, half tree. Their leader was a mutant form, that's why they attacked so strategically."

America looked at Gwen confused. She sighed heavily and straightened up a bit. "When Thanos tried to get the Infinity Stones here on earth, he unknowingly brought a parasite here, this parasite crumbled into the earth's crust and created things like that. Thanos was defeated, all the humans were back and a year later the nature itself. Well, who can blame her. In short, we lost. Over time, many heroes died, only the strongest survived or the fastest. We are no longer the rulers of this world."

Shocked, America tried to process what he had heard. "And... And the tickling?"

"Oh that... Well, unfortunately that only happens to us, the ladies. The hormones and pheromones that we release are like drugs for the hybrids, laughing releases a large amount of it. If the Trees get their hands on a man, this usually does not survive, the mutants keep them sometimes as slave labor, but that's rare." "And the women?" America Chavez asked without really wanting to know.

"Well, like me, they are either found by chance and caught and tortured until the body gives up and the lungs collapse. If you're unlucky, you end up in a colony where, if things go badly, you spend weeks or You'll be driven to the brink of insanity for months!" The thought that this universe would be better than the last is fleeting. How did she get in here? "Thanks for saving me, what's your name?" "A... America Chavez! No issue." she said sheepishly.

"Cool name! Thanks to you I didn't have to die a cruel tickle death." Gwen said and smiled at her encouragingly.

America nodded and smiled slightly.

"You don't even ask who I am." Gwen said mock indignantly. "I know who you are, you're Gwen Stacy!" Gwen looked puzzled, "Where from...?" So America started telling her everything, when she was done Gwen looked at her with wide eyes. "And I thought we had a hard time here!" she said sarcastically and laughed. America smiled. "I'll make it easier for us here." Said Gwen got up and started creating a hammock with her nets.

She lay down in it with her nets after she had patched up her suit. "Let's try to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you to the others!" She said yawning, stretched out and was asleep in no time from exhaustion.

America lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, such a crazy universe. she thought and looked at Gwen. She quickly fell asleep again with one of her bare feet in view.

The next morning, Gwen woke America up with a light nudge on her shoulder. "Come, the morning laughs!" Gwen said with a bit of gallows humor and headed for the door. Out by the lake, Gwen put her turquoise slippers back on and walked out into the street. "Isn't it dangerous just walking around here?" America asked, looking around a little uncertainly. "No more dangerous than at night. The Trees are nocturnal, but there are other creatures that aren't. Some are harmless and easy to repel, others mean certain death. But the latter tend to be very localized, and in this area we know where they all are." America swallowed, not quite processing the information. She's kind of worried about the tickling, the last time she was tickled was by her parents when she was a child.

They went on to a parking garage that was overgrown all over, you could only recognize it by the huge "P" at one of the not so overgrown entrances.

"Who are the others anyway?"

Gwen mused, "Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanow and Maria Hill are our allies, Gamora has been missing for a few days and Neblua has a not so nice fate at the moment, we're just trying to find a way to free her." "Is that everyone?" "No, there are still some in Wakanda that we are in contact with, but here in New York they are all."

America pondered as they clambered through the parking garage over cars and debris. "What about Cap? Is he still alive?" "You mean Peggy? Dunno has been missing for several months!" "Are none of the men alive anymore?" "No, they're all dead." Gwen said quietly.

"We'll get to Nebula in a moment, you'll hear about it in a moment."

After a few meters she heard someone laugh, it sounded tortured but also beautiful in a strange way. As they rounded the next few corners, they saw Nebula trapped in some sort of translucent resin. Head, feet, chest and her privates make Lange free. Dozens of tendrils attack her sensitive spots without her being able to move a millimeter. In between, she let out a groan between laughter. America flinches when she sees that it was because the tendrils were caressing the nipples as well as the clitoris and labia. "How does she keep it up!" she asked shocked. "She shut down her system and shut down all memories so we could free her." "How did that happen?" "An explosion during a fight, it was thrown against it. We can't approach without getting caught by the vines ourselves!" Gwen said, visibly concerned, and slowly walked on.

They exited the parking garage and stepped into an open space littered with debris from all the high-rise buildings.

"How far..." "Pssst!" Gwen did and pulled her behind a piece of debris and pointed to the area in front of her. A pack of funny looking dogs was walking slowly across the open space.

"Whats that?" Whispered America. "Cranes, they're blocking our way!" Gwen replied softly.

"What are they doing?" "Believe me, you don't want to know. You have the advantage of still having all your clothes on. Me, on the other hand, would be easy sacrifice!" "Why?" "They're fast but not very smart, so they'd leave you alone if you didn't laugh. They're one of the more peaceful creatures, they don't kill, they'll feast on you briefly and if you faint they'll leave you." America swallowed and carefully poked her head out of cover just as one of the Being in her direction and right in her face, she flinched quickly "Fuck me...I think someone saw me!" "What?!" Gwen looked around the corner frantically, "I don't see her anymore I think.... Suddenly, one of the vine wolves leaped over their cover and landed right in front of them. Gwen reacted immediately and launched her nets, grabbing America by the sleeve and running. Suddenly, several of these wolves leaped out of gaps and niches, thanks solely to Gwen's reactions that they got a head start. But suddenly America tripped over something and fell sprawling, gasping from her lungs. Gwen stopped and tried to help her up when three of the wolves lunged at her at once, one she fended off, the other two knocked her over with her weight A fight ensued which the third wolf, who had been fought off, also joined in. America was just catching her breath when she heard a growl, slowly she looked behind her, two wolves were walking slowly towards them, frantically trying to get up when she was pushed back to the ground by the weight of the wolves, desperately she squirmed and rolled onto her back On the spot one wolf tried to fix her again. But she kicked and kicked at him until he caught her foot with his mouth wide open and her foot got completely stuck in his mouth. Before she could react to the new situation, the second wolf was standing over her, pinning her arms above her head with two of his paws, tendrils twining around her wrists, making escape impossible. In addition, the wolf that had her foot in his mouth fixed her other leg on similar and white ones. Panic rose in her when she suddenly noticed how something inside the mouth began to forcefully pull on the shoe and jerk. A scream followed by laughter made America flinch and look over at Gwen. The three wolves had Gwen pinned to the ground, her poorly patched costume torn open again from the fight. Her ballet slippers were also torn at her ankles, two of the wolves had perched on her legs and with tendrils coming out of their mouths, they were tormenting every inch of the now bare soles, which twitched wildly back and forth. The third wolf had her arms stretched high and was devoted to the defenseless belly and hips.

A strange feeling in her stomach brought America back to her own situation. Looking down, she saw that her t-shirt had pushed up, exposing part of her flat stomach. Cord-like tendrils that had detached from the wolf's body began to explore the belly. When the first tendril touched her bare skin, she flinched, an electric shock coursing through her body and she squeaked unprepared. Now the other tendrils hit her stomach and she couldn't suppress the giggle that rose inside her. In vain she tugged at her bonds to protect her stomach, but it was in vain. As the tendrils slipped under the t-shirt, she laughed out loud. One of the tendrils carefully drilled into her belly button, the feeling was so strange that she couldn't place it and started to twitch wildly. Which gradually revealed more of her belly to the wolf. Her eyes widened, panting, as they slipped under her bra and worked their way down her armpits. In the meantime, tears were running from the corners of her eyes, suddenly there was a sound of tearing fabric and the foot in the monster's mouth came free for a fraction of a second. The wolf had torn the shoe to shreds, let the remains fall out of its mouth and snatched up the foot, now only protected by a white sock, in the same way as before. With a loud laughing scream, young America tried to free her foot, it was too much, dozens of small tendrils tested her delivered foot. Each touch sent tickling lightning bolts from the soles of her feet through her body, the extra tickle on her stomach didn't make it any better. Suddenly there was a bang and the head of the wolf holding her hands exploded in a cloud of green blood. Shortly thereafter, there was another shot and the fleeing wolves were all struck down with precision. The wolf that had America's foot in its mouth was also hit and lost its head, but that didn't stop the tickling, she kept kicking, laughing against him again until he broke loose and hopped away, twitching. America fell back panting heavily, her body tingling and feeling like she had just run 12 miles. A shadow bent over her, "Are you alright little ones?" said a red-haired woman. It was Natasha Romanov who carefully pulled her up. Groaning, she got to her feet

"Did...did you shoot her?" she asked breathlessly, leaning against one of the debris. Natasha nodded with a smile

"We almost came too late!" She said pointing to Gwen who was being lifted onto a couch by 3 robots. "Is she…." "No just passed out!" Said Natasha softly and put a hand on her shoulder.

America looked down at herself, her t-shirt partially torn and one foot stuck in what had once been a sock. A flashback made her toes clench and a shiver ran down her spine. "Here!" Black Widow said handing her a pair of black boots. Relieved, America sat down on the floor and quickly put them on. "Now come on, we'll take you to our shelter!"