America Arrives

Written in Collaboration with Namichwan

“Ugh, multiverse travel is a PAIN!”

Ever since Mark’s group had left Markanda they hadn’t been able to fully take a breath. Every universe jump had some crazy bullshit that was hard to stick around for. A universe where monkeys were everywhere, a universe in a film noir setting, a universe where we only talked in comic book panels, or just the endless sea of various ‘X has taken over’ universes: Doom, Daredevil, Vampires, Evil-Squirrel Girl, Galactus, The Punisher, Cap’s Kooky Quartet, Magneto, Jazz music, Zombies, you name it, they’d encountered it.

And worst of all not one of them pinged Mark’s little Shuri detector.

“I’m really sorry… it just isn’t exactly a precise science, punching holes in reality…” America called back over her shoulder, looking guilty. The two ‘Black-themed' females limping slowly behind her.

Instinct saw America touch off the ground and into the air the moment she passed through.

You never knew when the floor was lava or a mind-altering fungus that sent you on a month-long bender just from one innocent little step.

Thankfully, her portal had only opened into an alley. A New York one if she had to guess. No surprise there as some version of the Big Apple was the destination of like forty percent of her blind jumps. She wasn't sure if it was a subconscious thing on her part or if the place was some sort of Nexus-like thingie.

Didn't matter. She just hopped into the air and spun around to scope out the other side of the shining star to make sure they were alone.

Yep, no little fakies creeping around back there.

Her fellow ****-babes were posing at the opening, Black Widow looking hot as fuck with her nice boob-windowed catsuit and a fair bit more on point than Felicia, gazing at the alleyway entrance all mission serious. Little Miss Pussy was sitting on her haunches in a way that put both ass and titties on display.

“Ugh, at least we’re back in familiar ground…” Felicia groaned, shoulders slumping in a semi-relaxed state, “Never thought I’d be happy to see a New York garbage bin again! This kitty cat is not meant for the multiverse.”

Then Mark came through and she let the portal collapse even as she became aware of quite a ruckus taking place out in the street and even the apartments above.

He looked around warily before raising his hands and looking at them with a frown. "Why does everything look so... off?"

America had noticed, everything just lacked the vibrant energy of their home dimension. Given some of the freaky places she'd been, this was barely worth mentioning though.

"Yes, everything is a bit... dull." remarked Natasha, "That's not all. Something's happening here."

“My wife…”

Everyone snapped around to see who had made the noise. Natasha was in a better position to get between Mark and the man, which America instinctively disliked, feeling the need to fly down and extra protect Mark. Though she focused back on who the stranger was first. It was just some nobody lying in the gutter, a man looking absolutely devastated by something and not even acknowledging the group that had materialised out of nowhere.

“She left me… I was so happy two days ago… but now I find out she’s lived a whole five years without me…” He sniffled, just mumbling gibberish to himself as the group kept their battle stances towards him. “Fucking the butcher… that son of a bitch, why couldn’t he get snapped? I just want my life back…”

“OooOoooKay.” said Mark, “What’s with him?”

“I’m unsure,” replied Natasha, keeping her stinger trained on the stranger, “It’s probably nothing, but with the multiverse I’m still wary on the ru-”

“MISS ROMANOFF!”

He’d suddenly scrambled back to life as soon as he raised his head. Crawling over to the redhead on his knees and holding his hands together in a begging stance, “Please! You have to help me! Y-you’re an avenger or an assassin right?! Can’t you kill my wife’s new husband?! I want my kids back! Please-! You have to-!”

As one would expect, even with his pathetic begging the man was **** on the floor in a single second.

“Strange. Though at least we can ascertain there’s another Black Widow in this universe,” She said while kicking the blood off of her shoe. Mark just whistled, impressed by the show of **** and making America pout again. “A Natasha not focusing too hard on being ‘covert’ by the sounds of things either. I’ll try and keep a low profile for now.”

“Dang! You got all of that from one lonely dude? Impressive.” said Felicia, now lounging on a nearby dumpster in an actual cat pose.

The superpowered latina was getting a little ticked off, and so she nodded at the alleyway entrance and waved her hand to encompass the space above them as well. “There’s still a lot happening out there, so I'll go take a look!" declared America before ascending towards the commotion out on the street.

It was a fairly wide thoroughfare, instantly notable because there weren't any cars driving on it. Instead, there were dozens of cut-outs milling around, some dancing to music blaring from speakers set up on the sidewalks, others drinking and laughing with friends. There were colorful banners strung up between the buildings, and confetti littered the street as well as spent firework debris. America could feel the excitement and joy radiating from the crowd, but she also sensed a hint of confusion and uncertainty.

As she hovered above the street, she caught snippets of conversations. "I can't believe it's been five years," one said. "I don't even know where to start," another muttered. A group of them hugged and cried tears of relief and happiness.

When some noticed her and pointed their smartphones at her, America smiled widely and struck a pose for the fakies before shooting up higher. She idly wondered if they even had memories in their cardboard existence or would their lives only truly begin in that moment of first animation by Mark's power?

As she rose above the surrounding buildings, she spun and looked around. Ah. Definitely a post-apocalyptic New York. Not too bad though. This city was still recovering from some kind of disaster, that much was clear from the scattered debris and makeshift repairs. The streets were filled with abandoned cars, some of which had been overturned or burned out. Cracks and potholes marred the pavement, and graffiti covered many of the buildings. It was clear that the city services had been stretched thin in the aftermath of whatever disaster had hit New York.

Having seen enough for now, she shifted back towards the alley and descended. As she entered the space between the buildings, she heard someone cussing up a storm, voice raised in anger. Curious, she looked through an open window into one of the apartments and saw an interesting little scene playing out with some of the extras.

A criminal-type was pointing a gun at a couple, demanding that they vacate the apartment.

The couple, understandably terrified, cowered before their sofa. The man was shouting, getting angrier by the second. America just tilted her head curiously.

As she watched, her eyes lingered on the woman's figure, admiring her cute butt. Tight little buns in those jeans.

The man with the gun was becoming more agitated, and the situation was escalating.

She let out a bored sigh and floated back down to the alley where Mark and the others were waiting. "Some little drama happening up there," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of disinterest.

Natasha stared at her, "Care to elaborate… ma'am?" That last bit was a clear after-thought.

America gave the woman a hard look, far more concerned about getting attitude from the new recruit than whatever some extras were up to. But Mark was looking interested too, so she relented.

"Okay, so like, there's this grizzled biker dude upstairs with a gun and he's like all up in the faces of this hipster-type couple. Like I said, nothing to get too worked up about. Wifey had a cute tush though."

Mark raised an eyebrow, "You didn't feel the need to intervene?"

"Nah, not really. Random nobodies in a universe we won’t be staying in. Unless you're thinking about making them real? Spreading your gospel, as it were~?"

Mark smirked and adjusted the beast in his pants, "Guess I really did a number on you." Then his eyes narrowed as he looked up and considered the situation, “Though I think we’ll stick around for a day or two here. This is the first universe in a while that hasn’t tried to kill us on entry.” He said while guiding the three out of the alleyway, “Plus I’m dying for a slice.”

As they left, the shouting above them got worse. And when the noise began including a gunshot, Mark could see Natasha grow visibly more uncomfortable. With a relenting shrug, he pointed up to the apartment, "Black Widow, this is your chance to prove yourself. Go up there and handle the situation. I don’t want to be an accessory to some bullshit multiverse crime by ignoring that."

“Aye, sir!” She said while jumping up between the walls of the alley onto a fire escape. Showing off how bendy she could be in that lovely tight jumpsuit before disappearing into the open window.

As sounds of **** happened above them, America quickly took focus again, “Buen trabajo, dueño! Now let’s ditch la perra!” She said ready to punch the air before a frown from Mark stopped her.

“Uhh, I don’t think we can.” Felicia pointed to the device that Mark had somehow forgotten to check.

It was beeping.

Right there, on the screen, was a few little dots.

—-User MW61668 Current Location: Universe 199999—-
—-Subject JG61668: Location: Universe 199999—-

He held up Reed's gizmo with an ecstatic look on his face, the small screen blinking green, "Oohh shit! Looks like we're going to be staying a while!" He beamed, “JG! You know what that means?! JEAN! Jean’s somewhere in this universe!”

“Maravilloso!” America clapped, mostly just happy to see Mark happy. Tightening him into a hug just for the opportunity. “So does that mean we’ll be freeing this universe?”

He chuckled, knowing what she wanted was a full Markanda of their own. Something he was more than willing to agree with on this little gray Earth, looking around the frightened citizens he knew he could easily slip into the cracks and make some real damage.

“Yeah… fuck it, let’s do it, America! Let’s make our home here!” He smiled, walking over and placing a foot on a discarded car wheel, “I dub this dimension, the Mind Control Universe! Or… Mark’s Cuckold Utopia! Something like that… this place really feels like an ‘MCU’, ya know?”