She gets free... eventually

Gwen strained, both against the webs she'd shot out that kept her arms ahead of her, and against her bare feet stuck to the ground. Come on, come on, this couldn't be happening. She was not stuck stark naked in the middle of the street, she was not unable to even take a step, let alone cover herself.

Oh god. Gwen swallowed, eyes widening as more passers-by on the street stopped, turning to face her.

"Is that-"

"Oh my god it is! Hey, Spider-woman!"

She whimpered, squirming still. This was not a good time to be recognised. She tugged on the web-strands again, hoping for any kind of purchase. She'd even settle for her hands unsticking, letting her release the threads and at least salvage a little modesty with her hands.

And then the crowd got closer. She glimpsed more than one phone pulled out.

Ok, she normally wasn't too camera shy, but normally she wasn't naked! People liked snapping photos to prove they'd met the city's heroine, it figured they'd enjoy the sight of even more of her.

"H-hey!" Gwen yelped, as one drew closer. "No, don't touch the mask!"

Thankfully they didn't. That was probably the advantage of fans, they would at least let her keep her identity secret. The disadvantage of fans though was the need to take a selfie, standing beside her and snapping a shot of them and a distinctly angled-down one of her.

She flushed beneath her mask, fidgeting still as when seemed like the dozenth person took a shot of her. She whimpered, not even having enough freedom to presss her thighs together with how her feet were stuck to the ground.

"H-hey!" Gwen yelped, at the definite feel of a hand. Oh, that figured.

She squeaked again, and tugged with her arms. It was the better part of a minute when, without warning, her feet suddnely stopped sticking and she found herself launched away from the grabby hands and snapping camera-phones of the people below, hurtling up.

Hastily righting herself, Gwen released, thankfully her hands getting free from the webbing as she landed on the rooftop.

Quickly she fell onto her knees, emphatically keeping her soles and palms away from any solid surface. She didn't want a repeat; ok, she moved slower, but up here at least no one could see. Awkwardly Gwen stumbled forwards, moving on her knees, glancing around just in case anyone followed her up here.

Ok. So. Solutions.

She might theoretically have the resources to solve this, but not if she couldn't use her hands. That meant she needed help, and...

A little after business with the other Kingpin, a weird Spider-man in a blue suit had popped by, ostensibly to check up on everyone that had been involved in the multiversal scuffle. She'd been able to revisit Miles after with relative ease, and for that matter safety, so long as she used the machine Miguel had brought.

It could open a breach, and to keep her stable it rewrote her atoms to follow whatever weird laws of physics were in the target universe. She was half-curious what it'd be like to turn up in Spider-Ham's universe and turn into a cartoon, but a pig probably wasn't the best source of advice. One of the other Spiders could help though. Hopefully.

So long as she didn't mind them seeing her like this. Gwen squeaked, nudging a door open with her head as she reached it. That was a definite problem.

Still, got the portal ready with careful application of her elbows and nose, she just needed to select a target universe. She flushed, remembering what it had been like outside. At least no one would know her in another universe, but being seen like this was still embarrassing. So-

"Ah!" Gwen yelped, her fingers brushing part of the wall as she tried to nudge a lever. "No, no- AH!"

Her hand flung back with sudden, comedic ease as it unstuck, slapping her in the face. Gwen groaned, and reluctantly pulled off her mask, revealing bright red cheeks and slightly messed up blonde hair, still cut short. The style she'd picked up after that first time had grown on her.

Damn it. The moment her hand was stuck to her mask, she didn't want to wait for another miracle unsticking. At least she didn't have a secret identity in any other universe. It could be worse.

Oh who was she kidding? Now she was naked and didn't even have her mask, how could it possibly be worse?

That was the moment she realised that the rapid motion of pulling her arm back off the wall had knocked a slider just slightly. she had just enough time for her eyes to widen before the portal behind her suddenly surged.

The one bright spot was that her hand unstuck, a white mask falling to the floor of her lab. Spider-Gwen meanwhile vanished into a surge of light, now utterly without a scrap of clothing.