“ME EAT PEOPLE” - Scott Lang @ant-noms - Tumblr Blog

Jan 31, 2025

Something just flew in me! Complete re-write

Taking place during the big airport fight in Captain America Civil War, both teams run into an a tricky situation when one team member accidentally ends up in an opposite team member’s belly.

Contains: swearing, accidental vore, tiny bit of fearplay, unwilling to willing prey, reluctant pred, some funny and soft moments, tummy noises hehe..

Very excited to share that this old fic has finally been finished and re-written! Huge thank you to Goldfox20 for doing a great job rewriting it. Please do check them out!

Chaos.

Everything was chaos, and Scott was thankful to whatever gods were out there that he was tiny at the moment, and in a place he wouldn't be stepped on while he caught his breath, watching safely around a corner.

He was still listening intently over comms while he fussed over his helmet, inwardly thankful he had taken the precaution of having a second earpiece in case the one in his helmet ever malfunctioned. Well, 'malfunctioned' wasn't the right word. The helmet had actually broken apart when he'd been ejected from Tony's suit. God, Hank was going to be pissed that he broke it.

Well… technically, it wasn't him that broke it, but Hank's wrath knew no bounds.

After making a few more futile attempts to repair the helmet, he sighed in frustration. It was definitely beyond repair, and he'd need a new one.

Scott's annoyance was cut short by one of War Machine's missiles exploding a little too close to where he was hiding, the shock-wave of the explosion tossing him a few feet along the ground, but he was still out of sight, thankfully. Still, he cursed under his breath, coughing at the smoke that now filled his lungs, regretting not having the helmet to filter it out. While Scott climbed out from his hiding place, Steve addressed the rest of the team over comms. "Alright, Sam, what's the plan?"

"We need a diversion. Something big." Sam replied, the audio crackling slightly with the sound of wind going past him as he flew, War Machine hot on his tail.

That was quick to spark an idea as Scott took off into a running start. Sure, it was a little risky to go back into fighting without his helmet on, but if he was going to go big, well… He wasn't too concerned about getting hurt in that state. "I've got something kinda big, but I can't hold it very long." He replied, knowing the others were listening. "On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, don't come back for me."

"He's gonna tear himself in half?" Bucky asked, a little concerned.

"You sure about this Scott?" Steve asked, his unease obvious as well.

"I do it all the time!" Scott said, before nervously correcting himself, "I mean once. In a lab. And I passed out." There was an ominous silence on the comms as everyone shared the same train of thought of being less-than-convinced, but Scott ignored it. He took a stuttered breath, mumbling to himself in an attempt at a pep-talk. To himself. He was going to need it...

Leaping off the edge of the metal grate, he landed with an 'oomf' square on an unaware War Machine's back. 'Well, here goes nothing…' He thought to himself, typing in the correct commands into the regulator.

After taking one more steeling breath, he activated it.

The dizzying feeling of growing larger was something Scott would never get used to, and he stumbled for a moment before there was the terrifying sensation of loosing his grip and then falling off War Machine's back, spinning in the open air. But thinking fast, Scott reached up to grab War Machine by the leg just as he felt his growing legs come in contact with the tarmac, grounding himself and the dizziness passing.

He could tell that the other team was caught off-guard by this, hearing a loud 'Holy shit!' from somewhere below him, but he didn't pay it any mind; too caught up in the raw power he now had.

Letting out a laugh, he turned over the man now caught in his grip, staring down at him, seeing and feeling it as he squirmed in sheer confusion, but unable to get loose.

"Way to go, tic-tac!" Sam shouted at him, and Scott couldn't help the child-like excitement of it all, both from the success of growing without splitting in half, but also that he was holding War Machine like a toy!

He felt awesome. He was definitely in the big leagues now, with the tides of the battle (hopefully) now turned in their favor.

The surprise of his sudden change seemed to wear off quickly though, everyone adapting to this new element as the fighting resumed below him, so he took the opportunity to hurl War Machine away and find a new opponent to focus on.

Peter watched in shock from the ground as the man that had taken the Captain's shield back from him grew to the size of a building. He had only a moment to process that before Rhodey got thrown, and was quick to go after him, not wanting him to get hurt despite knowing his suit would likely protect him from the impact.

Moving fast, he braced his legs against a flipped-over truck, and shot some web at the back of Rhodey's suit, glad that it hit it's mark and attached. He tugged on the web, and thankfully, he saw the instant effect of it negating Rhondey's momentum enough for him to activate his repulsors, stabilize, and shoot back into the sky.

With a web still attached to his suit, Peter got carried up into the air back with Rhodey, but went with it, using this as a way to gain a vantage point and understand the battle better. They went high enough to look down at the giant man, and--

'Jesus Christ…' As Peter watched him kick a bus, he understood now why so many fairy tales depicted giants as horrible beasts of destruction; because that was definitely terrifying.

Rhodey swooped low enough to carry them back down, and Peter caught a glimpse of the giant tearing the wing of a plane off with his bare hands, and throwing the huge item at Tony. 'That's… not good.'

Scott looked down from his higher vantage point, keeping an eye on all of his teammates below, but paused upon seeing a blur of black attempting to follow after Steve and Bucky as they made a mad dash to get through the chaos. Ah. The cat-guy. He didn't remember what he was called.

"You wanna get to them? You gotta go through me." He said in an attempt to sound menacing, kicking over the crates the other man had been standing on, knocking him to the ground. Leaning down, Scott moved to grab him, planning to pick him up and throw him as well [snickering at himself as the word yeet came to mind] but before he could do anything, he was pelted with a bunch of different missiles.

At his size, he barely flinched; it felt like someone had merely thrown a handful of rocks at his chest. Nonetheless, his gaze flicked upward to War Machine flying over him, opening his mouth to shout out a warning to his teammates. He only caught the barest glimpse of red and blue as something flew into his mouth, slamming directly into the back of his throat and lodging itself there.

Surprised both from the sensation, as well as the force of the impact, Scott stumbled backwards, gasping for air. The weird something blocking his windpipe to the point where he couldn't breathe! Getting slightly panicked, he tripped backwards over the plane, falling flat onto his back with a crash, all of the fighting coming to an abrupt halt as the ground shook at the thunderous impact.

The impact was also enough to shake loose whatever was in Scott's throat; causing him to swallow it down instinctively, and then taking deep gasping breaths of air, able to breathe easily again.

"Scott? You okay?" He heard his comm flicker to life in his ear, Steve's concern evident in his tone. Scott managed to croak out, "I don't know-" before he yelped, feeling something tumble into his stomach. Unable to think rationally for the moment about the situation, Scott simply shouted, "Something just flew in me!"

It had all happened so fast.

One moment, Peter had been in the open air, wind rushing past him. The next, he was… Well, he wasn't sure!

Now he was somewhere warm, dark, and humid, feeling tightly compressed as well. But Peter didn't even get a moment to process that before gravity changed around him, as if he were falling, and suddenly he was jerked backwards into somewhere even tighter, a thick swallow sounding around him as he was pulled along.

Wait. That couldn't be right. A swallow?

"Wait, wait, waitwaitwait, no no nonono--" He muttered to himself in a panic as his clarity increased, thrashing against what he now recognized as muscles. Muscles that was kneading him deeper into-- into-- Oh god, it--

Peter didn't get to finish that thought before he was unceremoniously pushed down into a more open chamber, and for just a moment, he went deathly still.

And then, there it is; a single, loud gurgle that rumbles around him, confirming his fears to be true.

He'd been eaten. Alive. By a giant. Which was on the enemy team.

That sent him into a fear-induced frenzy, shoving at the rippled flesh around him, trying to find a way out; the lenses of his mask blown wide with fear.

Scott yelped again as whatever he'd swallowed by accident started to move; wriggling and pushing around in his stomach wildly, and his gut let out a groan in response.

"What do you mean, something went in you?" He heard Sam ask over comms, and saw him land a good few feet away a moment later, Wanda appearing next to him soon after.

Scott huffed in exasperation. "I don't know! Just- oh god- something is in me, and it's fucking moving--" Whatever 'it' was thrashed harder when he spoke, making him groan in discomfort as he moved to sit up properly; and he flinched as the small weight in his stomach tumbled forward as he did so. Quickly, the rest of their team came over next to him, and they all tensed up at once as both Tony and Rhodey landed next to them.

"Relax." Tony said. "Is your guy okay?" He seemed tense as well, what with them all just having been fighting mere moments ago, but he did seem genuinely concerned by the idea that someone actually got hurt.

"Not sure. He says something went in him." Steve replied, cautiously watching the rest of Tony's team arrive.

Peter panicked further upon hearing the giant speak, his voice vibrating the chamber around him, but he was far too afraid to take in what was being said.

'No, no no no, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna be digested, no, no please--'

His thoughts spiraled downward from there, and in a panic, he braced his legs against the back wall, pushing his hands against the front, stretching himself out as much as he could in hopes it would get the giant to vomit. He could feel the walls stretch and deform at his touch, but they didn't seem to be injured by his efforts.

Unbeknownst to him, it only had the opposite effect; and he let out a frustrated cry as the stomach clenched tighter around him in protest.

Scott felt nauseous at the sudden action inside of him, and now that he was sitting upright, he wrapped his arms around his middle, face scrunched up out of discomfort as he curled in on himself a bit.

All of the others seemed to be muttering to themselves, trying to figure out what had happened or how to fix it, but Rhodey was the first to speak up. "Uh, Tony? You see how everyone else is here, right…?"

Tony looked at him. "Yeah, and?"

"…where's the kid?"

There was silence after the question, Tony staring at him blankly for a moment, before spun around, looking around at all the others, trying to see if Peter was anywhere to be seen.

And then came the frustrated yell from Scott's stomach.

Everyone froze, Scott especially. Oh, god, he'd eaten a person…

"Oh, shit." Scott muttered aloud, looking down at his middle.

While it took him a moment to realize who they're talking about, once he recognized the lack of the guy who'd been dressed in red and blue, Scott felt awful; for a variety of reasons.

Firstly, he'd been fighting a kid?! And noone had thought to tell him when he'd been throwing people around?!

Secondly, he'd probably terrified said-kid, if all of the struggling inside of him was anything to go by!

Once the reality sunk in, Tony turned to Scott , then despite being literally ten times his size, the look of pure fury in the small man's eyes scared the hell out of Scott.

"You. Ate. My. Fucking. Kid?" Tony said, pointing up at his middle, and venom dripped from every word.

"I-I didn't mean to, it was an accident--" Scott stuttered out, raising his hands in front of himself in defense, but that only seemed to make Tony angrier.

"Fucking Christ." He took breath, asking into his comm, "Kid, hey, are you okay?" and Scott immediately felt the way the kid seemed to slump inside him.

"Please, get me out, I don't wanna die--"

Hearing his response, and Scott was immediately alarmed. "Hey, hey, whoa whoa whoa; who said anything about dying? You're okay, I promise." he said, making sure to lower his voice so it wasn't so loud for his 'passenger', and he gently rubbed his hand over his middle, attempting to comfort him.

"What do you mean, he's fine?! You ate him, and if you don't spit him back out now, I swear to God I will blast a hole through you and pull him out myself--" Tony spat, but Steve grabbed onto his shoulder.

"Relax, let him explain, okay?" Steve said, cutting off his angry rant, which Scott was very thankful for.

"Fine." Tony huffed, turning to Scott and gestured for him to continue, though still looking murderous.

"I don't- um, I don't know all the science-y words for it all, but, um, when Hank built this suit he took into account that the whole size-changing thing would probably result in, y'know…" He gestured vaguely with his hands. "…the whole 'eating people and getting eaten' thing. So… he's safe."

"Okay, cool story--I don't care." Tony snapped. "Spit him out. Now."

Scott blinked at him for a moment. "Uh. I don't… I don't think I know how to…?" he said, awkwardly tugging at the gloves of his suit, and the look Tony had... Scott was sure that if he had been a cartoon, Tony would've had smoke coming out of his ears.

"Will you fucking try--!?" Tony yelled at him.

"Tony, relax; he just said that the kid is safe, so--" Steve tried to cut him off, but he whirled on him.

"That doesn't mean he can just stay in there!" Tony said.

"That's not what I meant--" Steve protested.

As the two descended into an argument, Scott awkwardly turned away from all of the others, giving a small prod to his stomach. "Hey, buddy, you okay? I'm-I'm really sorry about all this…"

Peter couldn't hear much of what was going on outside, the sounds of the body working around him were too loud; and all he could really hear was Scott's side of the conversation and Tony's team yelling over the comms. Turning down the volume of the comms a little bit, he took a breath and relaxed a bit upon knowing he was safe, though his body still shook with adrenaline.

He still flinched slightly at being addressed, reflexively looking upward to where Scott's voice came from.

"I-I'm okay, I think? Just, y'know, got eaten…" he replied, leaning against one of the walls and slowly sliding down it until he was curled up in a ball.

He heard the large man sigh. "Yeah, I know, I'm really sorry--"

"It's-It's okay, it was an accident!" Peter replied.

Scott was glad the kid wasn't scared anymore, at the very least; and he spared a glance back at the others.

Tony and Steve were still bickering like an old married couple, and at some point Rhodey had been dragged into it as well, seemingly making Tony more irritated.

"Alright, let's give this a shot…" Scott mumbled to himself, "I'm gonna try something to get you out, okay? Don't freak out." He then opened his mouth again, pressing two fingers to the back of his throat in an attempt to activate his gag reflex, and he flushed red in embarrassment as all the others stopped to look at him when he retched. His insides lurched, his stomach churning uncomfortably; but the small form tucked inside of him didn't move an inch.

So, he tried again.

And again.

Again, again, again, and again.

Until finally, he gave up; with his stomach and throat now slightly aching from how many times he'd dry-heaved. He looked away from everyone else that was looking at him, only addressing the kid trapped inside of him at the moment. "Yeah, that's not gonna work…"

"Oh…" Peter said, slumping against the front stomach wall, and Scott sighed as his stomach let out a low rumble.

"Maybe I could try climbing out?" Peter suggested, and Scott considered it for a moment, before shrugging.

"Sure, why not? Go for it, bud."

He really wasn't prepared for the feeling of the kid starting to climb upside-down inside of him, jolting in surprise at the strange sensation, but he called himself Spider-Man, right? That must be why.

Peter had a little difficulty sticking to the stomach walls, both because they were slippery, and because they kept moving and flexing under his hands, but he did manage to get up to the top of Scott's stomach, and he pressed his hand at the ring of muscle there.

Finding the entrance, he struggled to push his hand past it, the muscle tight and firm. It took some serious effort, but eventually, he was able to wriggle one finger through, but when he finally did force his entire hand as well, he instantly yanked it back out upon hearing Scott hiss in pain.

"Ow--Yeah, no, don't do that."

"Sorry!" Peter said, a little panicked out of concern that he'd hurt him.

"It's okay, I'm alright. It was worth a shot."

The others were watching, and it made Scott even more embarrassed about the whole situation; and the added noise from his gut was only adding to it.

"Why not try that?" Tony said, and Scott raised an eyebrow at him. "What you just did. Him trying to climb out. Why not go through with it?"

"Because it hurt--"

"But once he's out it would be done and over with--" Tony snapped, once again getting cut off by Steve.

"And it also could cause some serious damage if he gets hurt inside like that. We should wait until we figure out something that won't hurt either of them."

He watched Tony sigh, seemingly knowing that Steve was right, and Scott opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he was cut off by suddenly feeling lightheaded. "Oh, jeez. That's not good…" He mumbled, shifting so that he was leaning against the plane nearby, a hand moving to clutch at his head while he used the other to steady himself.

"Hey, you good, tic-tac?" Sam spoke, and Scott shook his head.

"No, I'm not normally supposed to stay this big for this long…"

That seemed to cause a little panic amongst the others, and Tony seemed the most visibly distressed. Scott could hear him muttering to Rhodey, about how him passing out with the kid inside would be bad, and he wasn't really sure what to do.

"Well, you can't shrink back down…" Steve started, and Scott shook his head.

"Not to normal-size, no; the suit only changes my size, it wouldn't affect… him. I could… I could go a good few feet smaller, though?" He said awkwardly, and he felt Peter twitch inside of him.

"Um, wouldn't that… suffocate me?" He pried, seeming nervous, and Scott was quick to gently correct him.

"No, no, you'd be fine! A little more, y'know, squished- but you wouldn't be hurt at all, I promise."

He felt another shift in his stomach, "Yeah, that's… that's fine. Better than you passing out with me in here, at least." Peter said in a weak attempt at a joke, and Scott smiled.

After a short moment of mentally bracing himself, Scott spoke again. "Alright, um, I'm gonna, y'know… do that now, alright, bud?" He murmured, giving a light pat to his middle, hearing a quiet 'okay' from the kid.

"Okay, everyone stand back, please!" Scott said to the others around him, and most of them obediently stepped away; but Tony lingered for a moment, giving him a warning look as Scott fussed over his regulator. "Yeah yeah, I know. He'll be fine, I swear on my auntie's spicy chili." He said with a roll of his eyes, and that seemed to be enough to get Tony to back off as well; although with a bit of reluctance.

Typing in the commands, he took a deep breath, and activated it.

Peter wasn't prepared for the way that the stomach walls seemed to close in on him, and he let out a yelp as they squeezed and pushed against him. He was forced into a ball, curled up snugly. It was still soft and kinda comfortable, but he did feel a spike of panic at feeling like he was being crushed into submission.

He heard Scott let out an 'oomf' as well, which was soon followed by a very loud gurgle from the organ that was stretched tightly around him. "Oh, oof, that's- that's a lot... Jeez... Hey, you okay?" He heard his voice vibrating around him, and then the wall pushed into him. It took him a moment to realize it was his hand, his HUGE hand, rubbing at him in a gentle, but clearly nervous manner.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay! Just, as you said, a little more squished!" Peter replied, pushing back at the wall where he could still feel Scott's hand resting over him.

Feeling him gently push back at him, Scott relaxed, the lightheadedness he'd had fading away pretty quickly.

His face flushed a shade of red deep enough to match the color of his suit once he heard his gut let out another low rumble, and he ducked his head down, avoiding the gaze of the others who were still staring.

In hindsight, he should've expected to feel as full as he did, but, well… it hadn't occurred to him how big Peter truly was until he'd already shrunken down. Cupping his hand under the now very visible swell of his middle, he let out a quiet huff as he felt Peter shifting and squirming around inside, seemingly to get comfortable in the tighter space.

"This is your fault." Tony suddenly snapped, pointing at Scott scoldingly, and he blinked. "Seriously; if you had your damn helmet on this wouldn't have happened! Why did you have it off anyway--?"

"Because you broke it, when you ejected me from your suit!" Scott replied, mildly offended at the accusation.

Tony didn't seem to have a response to that, and he opened his mouth to retort, but he was cut off; surprisingly, by Peter. "I don't think it was either of your guys' faults, actually. I wasn't watching where I was swinging when I was coming at you, so… that's kinda on me." He said with a weak laugh, muffled from being inside of Scott, and Tony just sighed in annoyance and threw his hands up in mock-surrender.

"Whatever." Tony huffed. "We just gotta figure out how to get him the hell outta there."

"We could cut him open and pull him out?" Bucky suggested, and Scott whirled around to look at him, both startled at the idea, and because he didn't even know he was standing there. Damn sneaky assassins.

"Buck, no. We might do that as a last resort, but only if there's no other options." Steve said firmly.

Bucky shrugged. "Sorry, just trying to help…"

Scott tuned out the rest of the conversation, standing up from where he was sitting propped up against the plane to move away from the group, now uneasy at the idea that they would need to go that far.

Sitting back down, he moved to pull his knees up to his chest, but stopped and cringed when the swell of his stomach pushed against his thighs. Instead, he opted to sit cross-legged so he wouldn't be squeezing Peter at all, and he settled a hand back on the bump of his midsection, feeling the smaller form move beneath his palm.

"Y'know, you're taking this really well." He commented, and Peter gave a small laugh.

"Well, you said I'd be safe, and Cap seems to trust you, so… I do too." He said, and Scott snorted in amusement.

"Well, I'm glad, but aren't we, like, on opposite teams? Shouldn't you trust Tony's judgment more?"

"It's common knowledge that Tony has terrible judgment." The kid retorted, earning another laugh from him.

Peter smiled to himself, not minding the mild vibrations of Scott's laughter around him. "Well, clearly; he let a child onto a battlefield." Scott said, and Peter lightly pushed at one of the stomach walls in offense.

"Hey! I can take care of myself!" He retorted.

"…can you? You flew straight into me. Literally." That made Peter blush in embarrassment, and he gave another push to where he can feel Scott's hand outside, and he could hear and feel him snicker.

Silence fell between them again, which Peter was glad he didn't push further on that conversation; he was already embarrassed enough, thank you very much.

Relaxing into the natural curve of the organ around him, he closed his eyes under his mask, deciding to just… listen. It's not like he could see much anyway, in the pitch black of the stomach. Somewhere over him, he could hear his heart pounding away, alongside the whooshing of his lungs with every breath he took; although those sounds were a little more faint compared to the constant churning and gurgling around him. It surprised him to find that it was almost… comforting, all of that sound mixed with the ways the stomach walls flexed and pulled around him, almost like a massage of sorts. He leaned against the front wall, into Scott's hand, and went limp; not minding the slime that coated him at this point, and just soaking in the warmth.

Scott stiffened when he felt all of Peter's weight slump against his hand from the inside, almost wanting to pull his hand away out of reflex, but… It seemed like the kid wanted the contact, so he left it as it was.

"You alright?" He asked, a little confused.

"Mnh. Yeah, m'fine… just comfortable." Peter replied, his voice softer, and Scott couldn't help but smile.

The kid seemed tired, likely from the adrenaline wearing off; so Scott moved slowly, getting himself more comfortable so he wouldn't have to move again. "Do you wanna sleep? It might take the others a while to come up with a way to get you out." He asked, and he felt Peter nod from where his head was pressed into his insides.

"Mhmm, yeah, I--" He felt him pause to yawn. "--I'm fine with that."

"Okay then. I'll wake you up when we get something, alright?" Scott murmured, softly rubbing his thumb in circles over the swell of his stomach as he felt Peter promptly go limp against him, which was soon followed by the feeling of his breathing evening out.

Peter was startled awake at suddenly being squeezed, mumbling incoherently in his half-asleep stupor, and scrabbling his hands uselessly at the flesh around him. It took him a moment to process where he was, but once he remembered, he relaxed again; shifting to sit upright from where he'd been curled up in a ball on his side.

"Hey, sorry. I would've let you sleep longer, but the others said they've got something we can try." Scott's voice echoed around him, and Peter gave a small pat to the wall to show that he was fully awake now.

Scott felt the small form tucked inside of him stir, and he slowly stood up and made his way back over to the group, sitting down on his knees.

"So, whatcha got?" He pried, pausing to stare blankly into the distance when he felt Peter move again, leaning against his spine from the inside. He didn't think he'd ever get used to that.

"Well..." Steve started, looking at Tony.

But Tony scowled. "No no, don't look at me, Spangles; you tell 'em. It was your idea, after all."

"Alright, well... There's no real sugar-coating it, so I'll say it plain and simple; somebody else needs to go in you to get him out." Steve said, and Scott's eyes blew wide open.

"You want to do what?" He said, giving him the most disbelieving look he could muster, and all of the others looked uncomfortable as he said it.

"Listen, hear me out, Scott," Steve started, and Scott looked at him intently. "If you have two people, it's likely that your body won't like all the movement, and it'll make it easier to spit out Peter and whoever else goes in."

"No. Absolutely not. I'm not doing that. One person is enough! I mean, no disrespect, Captain, but look at me! I don't know if I can handle two people this size." Scott replied, a hand resting over his stomach.

"Yeah, I know, I know, but we have to try. We can't just leave him in there--"

Scott cut Steve off, still exasperated. "No, I know that, but there's gotta be some other way to do it without making me feel like I'm gonna burst!"

Tony sighed, shaking his head at him, "C'mon, you'll be fine, don't worry about it--"

"No! I AM going to worry about it, because I don't want to be full like a water balloon!" Scott huffed, crossing his arms over his middle.

They seemed to back off for a moment, mumbling among themselves, and Scott thought they'd finally given up on the idea until he caught mention of who was going inside him; The Captain himself. "Oh, c'mon! Seriously? I don't wanna do that, and there's also no possible way you can physically make me; I'm, like, five times bigger than the rest of you." He said, and Steve raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't be too sure of that." Is all he said, before turning back to the rest of the group, and Scott was left wondering what he meant.

Shrugging it off, he prodded at his middle, deciding to check in on his accidental captive. "You okay in there, little buddy?"

Peter perked up at being addressed, and he leaned against Scott's hand where he could feel it pressing at him.

"I'm alright!" He replies, "Just, uh... still stuck. There's not really much to do in here." He felt awkward to say that, but it was true. He heard Scott laugh, and his awkwardness faded with a soft smile, and he giggled a bit himself at the resounding gurgle that vibrated around him, as if on cue. He didn't want to ask what the others were talking about, since he overheard how vehemently Scott protested whatever the idea was, and he simply settled back into the stomach wall, slumping against where he could figure Scott's spine was.

"Um, now that I think about it... are you okay?" Peter suddenly asked, and Scott paused for a moment.

"I... I think so? Just, y'know... trying to find a way to get you out, I guess." Scott replied, a little put off at the question. He hadn't really thought about how all of it affected him and made him feel, as most of the concern was on the kid.

Looking up as Steve came back, Scott found himself hoping for good news. However as Steve just sighed, Scott's belly tightened up a bit as the captain said plainly, "We're going to have someone else go in to get him out, whether you like it or not."

Scott shook his head abruptly, trying to ignore the soft gurgle from his middle as his stomach pinched down on the kid nervously. "No, no, absolutely not. You literally cannot physically make me eat someone else!"

Steve raised his eyebrow, as if testing how serious Scott was being. After all, it was ever-so-slightly hard to take Giant-Man seriously as he sat there with a hand on his rounded belly, and completely red in the face. But as Scott just stared back at him, Steve realized he would have to go to Plan B, and he just repeated, "Don't be too sure of that." and turned back to the group, speaking softer and covering his comm, motioning the others to do the same, so that Scott wouldn't be able to overhear their plan.

This wasn't lost on Scott as he noted the sudden radio silence, and he glared over at the group, saying, "For the record, I don't like the silent-treatment!" but otherwise, he did nothing to stop them, knowing all too well that they had to do SOMETHING to get the kid out of there, and he certainly had no ideas.

Looking down again at his rounded middle, Scott sighed as he gently prodded his belly again. "Still okay in there?" He felt the kid shift a bit inside, the sensation still so alien and strange to him, but the movements were calm and didn't seem distressed at all, which put him at ease.

"Still okay..." the kid answered, and then Scott had the weird sensation of the kid stretching a little bit, able to FEEL the hands and feet press into the stomach walls. "Just a bit cramped." He then suddenly withdrew into a ball, adding, "Sorry! I hope that didn't hurt? I forgot to ask first."

Blushing even more, Scott shook his head, saying, "N-No... Didn't hurt, but thanks for checking." There was an awkward silence between them for the moment, broken by more soft gurgles of his complaining belly, and Scott tried to make a joke, saying, "I mean... At least we can be glad that the worst thing you've got going on is that you're a bit bored, right?"

"Yeah..." came the quiet response, but then Scott felt the kid jerk suddenly, and then say in an excited tone, "Oh! Wait, that's a great idea!" He then felt the kid starting to squirm in place a bit, causing more confused gurgles and groans as his belly protested the new movements.

Now thoroughly confused, Scott touched at his belly hesitantly, asking, "What are you talking about? What are you doing in ther--"

Then suddenly he heard the kid say loudly and excitedly, "You guys! You'll never guess what just happened!"

Scott stared down at his middle in sheer confusion, asking, "What? What do you mean 'you gu'--" But then it hit him like a wave, and his blush got even worse as he realized what was going on, murmuring, "Oh no."

The kid continued speaking, saying excitedly, "So, I was swinging and wasn't looking where I was going--"

"NO! No streaming from my stomach!" Scott interrupted, prodding at his belly with a finger, not wanting to hurt the kid, but trying in a mild panic to disrupt his broadcast.

There was a muffled little 'oof!' as his prod knocked the kid off-balance, but he clearly wasn't hurt as he then replied peevishly, "I'm not STREAMING!" He then scoffed, reporting, "The Wifi is terrible in here, and so's the 5G. I can barely get a single bar!" he added, as if he were shocked that that was even possible. While Scott just gaped a bit, stunned, the kid then continued, "Best I can do is just record now, and post it later."

Scott covered his face with a hand, moaning softly, "Oh no..." He then blinked, adding earnestly, "Oh god, PLEASE don't tag me in that!" He prodded at his belly again, saying nervously, "I swear I'll die of embarrassment, and then Fury and the others will revive me to do who-knows-what to me!"

Peter chuckled, replying upwards, "I won't tag you, I promise!"

While Scott continued to make embarrassed noises, Peter took a moment to look around him, now with the light of the phone to illuminate the belly walls. He was surprised at how... PINK they were! He had known they were pink, but to see it for real was weird. He reached out a hand to push at the walls, saying, "Anyways, I was swinging, and then BAM, crashed right into this guy's mouth. Name withheld for privacy." he added, chuckling. "But see?! Isn't this crazy?!" He pressed his hand into the wall, watching it all but disappear into the soft flesh. "It's so gooey soft and--" He let out an 'oof' as the stomach clearly didn't appreciate this new prodding, crushing in on him and gurgling loudly as a result, with Scott making louder flustered noises.

But Peter wasn't scared, angling the camera to show how squashed he was, saying in a slightly strained voice, "I'm fine! I'm fine! It's just... tight in here sometimes when he tenses up. Or when the place doesn't like me poking it!" He chuckled a bit again, and as the belly relaxed, he leaned back, adding eagerly to the camera, "But it's so crazy! It's super soft, really nice and warm, and kinda cozy in a weird way! Like a bizarre spa and waterbed combo!" Another loud gurgle echoed around him as the stomach flexed and churned, and under his mask, Peter wrinkled his nose, adding, "But it sure is noisy... HEY! BIG GUY! Mind toning it down a little? I'm trying to vlog!"

"Wha-HOW?!" came the flustered response. "I can't control it like that--!"

While Scott was conveniently distracted, Steve outlined the plan to the others. While some looked a bit queasy at the whole situation, they all nodded regardless, knowing this was important enough to pause their disagreement for the time being. Turning their comms back on, even though they knew Scott would overhear, Steve gave a silent hand gesture, and en mass, they went in to attack Giant-Man.

Well, 'attack' was a generous term, as while they did all turn on him, there was no violence nor injury. Scott suddenly found himself restrained from several angles with cables, nets, bolas, bits of metal, and even a non-tangible power that he couldn't fight against. "HEY!" he called out, confused and squirming as he was forced down to his back and then rolled to his side. "I thought we had a time-out! What're you doing?!"

Steve came up to his head, holding up his hands to get his attention, calling out, "We're helping you get him out!" He tried to approach, saying, "Now open up and--"

"No way!" Scott shouted, turning his head away from the captain and trying to wriggle loose, but there was an obvious note of caution in his movements. Scott knew very well that they had to get the kid out sooner than later. He was clearly fine for now, but they had no idea if that would be the case in another few hours, when his belly had time to settle. And since he wasn't keen on the 'surgery' Bucky had suggested, and couldn't throw the kid up himself, this was something they had to at least TRY.

But Scott still wasn't happy about it and kept wriggling and squirming, but not trying too hard just in case he accidentally hurt someone, especially not the kid! He could feel him squirming and wriggling around inside, clearly confused by what was going on. It made his sore belly all the louder, with unpleasant gurgles and groans ringing out more than before, making Scott feel a bit sick and queasy already...

The teams both worked together on this, and soon, Scarlet Witch reported that she had a good hold on Scott, now able to securely keep him pinned on his side without anyone's help. Once that was established, both teams converged on Scott's face, now working to try and pry his jaws open, the captain on stand-by to go in.

Not wanting to speak anymore and risk his mouth being open, Scott was making grunty, unhappy noises, glaring at people, but either his team tried to reason with him, or the other team ignored his looks, all working together. Iron Man finally got his metal glove between the teeth, and him and War Machine worked to open the jaws, the others helping to tug now that the dangerous teeth were well-handled by those with protection.

Scott was clearly TRYING to close his mouth, but also terrified of biting someone, and during the moment he hesitated, Steve took a deep breath and quickly lunged forwards, Bucky jumping after him.

But Bucky wasn't trying to stop him. Quite the opposite. As soon as Steve's top half was crammed into Scott's man, shocking Giant-Man into stillness, Bucky murmured an apology and RAMMED himself against Steve's bum and legs, shoving him into the huge throat before Scott could come to his senses and force the captain out.

Scott made a gargled noise of surprise at this, trying to gag and cough the man out, but as Black Panther also joined in with Bucky's shoving, Scott was helpless to resist and as the captain was shoved deep into his throat, he started to swallow, both to make them stop pushing and hurting his mouth and throat, but also because he was having trouble breathing with the captain blocking his airway!

Hearing the awkward gulps and seeing the captain's boots vanish from sight in the huge mouth, everyone let go and backed up a bit, allowing Scott a little peace as he gulped awkwardly and loudly a couple of times, soon clearing his mouth to gasp and looking very queasy, as did everyone on the two teams, each a little green around the gills at the carnal display. Scott's stomach clearly felt the same, as even from where they stood, they could all hear the loud gurgles, groans, and wet sloshing sounds of the man's belly protesting all this strange abuse.

For Peter, it was even louder, and he was wondering if he could even be heard on the phone over the loud noises. He was on his side now, and figured that they were doing something to try and help him get out, relaying this to the phone as best he could.

He was astonished by how noisy it was, with the huge heart now pounding quick and loud above him, the lungs heaving louder than before, and of course, the belly churning and flexing around him like crazy. He tried to joke into the phone, saying, "Not exactly a good spot for ASMR--" but was cut off by another noisy gurgle.

And a shout of, "Hey, you still alive in there, kid?!"

Perking up in confusion as he was called for, Peter replied, "Yeah! What the heck's going on out there?"

He blinked as he felt the wall to one side of him start to flex and move, but in a way that was different than the body churning around him, hearing the voice again, and now able to recognize it was War Machine. "Steve's on his way, but you and me, we're gonna get ready to mix things up in there. Make him feel ready to hurl!" There was another shove against his side, the man adding, "You feel me doing this?"

Peter nodded and squirmed a bit to shove back with one hand, the other holding the phone. "Yeah! So I just push, like this?"

His hand squashed deep into the flesh, and he felt the muscles shudder a bit around him, Scott groaning louder, "Guys, come on, knock it off!" and then wincing as his belly let out more unhappy noises.

"That's the way, good job, kid. So listen up. We're going to let his belly stress itself out a while first. The two of you alone may be enough to make him sick. But if not, Captain knows that we're gonna work together to get pushy in there. Just stand by and tell us if it gets dangerously itchy, okay?" came War Machine's voice.

Peter smiled, keeping a hold of his phone as the belly churned powerfully around him, responding, "Okay, got it! Seems fine for now, just... kinda squashy and pushy."

Steve grimaced as he was squashed and squeezed in the tight tunnel, feeling slime permeate every inch of his body. It felt awful and nasty, but he kept his focus, trying his absolutely best not to squirm just yet. He would save his energy until he was in the stomach with Peter, and THEN he'd let hell break loose. Until then, he shut his eyes and grit his teeth, huffing as he felt the muscles knead and crush him further along.

He had no idea it would feel like this, having expecting something softer and slicker. But it was more slimy than wet, and the muscles around him, while they were soft, were crushing on him in irresistible waves, simultaneously tugging and pushing him deeper and deeper. The breath was being crushed out of him each time a wave passed, making him exhale in a wheeze and then gasp in a damp breath afterwards. He had a slight worry about drowning before he reached the belly, but he kept going, focused only on helping the kid out, no matter how slimy or squashed or squeezed he was as a result.

There was suddenly a tight squeeze around his head, making the captain flail for a moment, feeling a wave of fear as he realized he couldn't breathe. Thankfully, it passed quickly, and Steve gasped as his head entered a larger chamber... that was lit up thanks to the phone in Peter's hand. As he stared for a moment, Peter waved at him cheerfully, turning the phone his way. "Oh hey, look, guys! It's Captain America! Say 'Hi', Captain!"

While glad to see that Peter was totally fine, because he certainly wouldn't be so cheerful if he were in pain, Captain grunted out a "Hello." as he was squeezed in next to Peter, both of them struggling for a moment as the stomach growled and gurgled loudly around them for a moment, churning powerfully.

Scott moaned as he felt the captain's larger form squeeze into his belly, almost HEARING creaking noises as his stomach stretched around this second helping, and certainly hearing the noisy gurgles. He wriggled a bit, trying to test if he could get up and escape yet, but Wanda still had a good grip on him, so he could only moan out, "Ugh... Shoulda asked for a suit with some extra stretch to it..."

Glancing down, he moaned again as he saw how large his belly had become, pressing out obviously at his suit, and he shuddered as he could very clearly see the shoves and pushes from the kid and Captain inside. It seemed so insane and crazy to actually see it so well now, and Scott felt a little queasy as a result, especially as he felt the captain shift position strongly, able to identify the foot and hand he had used to reposition himself.

He let his head lay on the tarmac, groaning quietly, "Ohhh this feels awful..."

"You going to hurl or what?" Tony asked peevishly from the side, leaning in to be in Scott's line of sight.

Grimacing as he let out a small burp as his stomach churned, Scott groaned, "I... I... can't say yet... Things are... WAY too upset in there to tell." He wriggled a little bit and while Scarlet Witch frowned, he just begged, "No escape, I just... I need to rub a bit?" He looked very flustered as he said this, as if ashamed of it, but after a nod from War Machine, she made a small gesture with her hand.

Scott could feel that he was still pinned down, but at least now his top hand was free, and as War Machine moved a bit out of the way, he quickly put it to his middle, rubbing lightly and shuddering. "You... You both... okay in there, little guys?" He felt the squirms under his fingers, and felt a huge wave of relief that they were energetic and calculated, and not thrashing and terrified.

"We're all right!" came Steve's muffled voice. "It's... It's cramped, but the kid's still fine."

"Cramped is an understatement..." Peter couldn't help but mutter, squirming in place.

Before, Peter had been enough to fill the belly to slightly-overfull, but now with the Captain crammed in next to him, he could feel that the stomach was struggling. Firstly, he noticed that the soft folds and wrinkles from before were all but gone, showing that the organ was stretched to it's limit, but even despite that, it was still soft and kind of comfortable, which he felt glad for. "At least it's soft..." he ventured to the captain hesitantly. "Imagine being this cramped and the walls were SOLID!"

Steve grimaced at the resulting mental image, saying tensely, "I don't WANT to imagine that."

There was another wave of muscular contraction around them, the belly churning and roiling and flexing in on them, but while it was uncomfortable and noisy as a loud gurgle made it impossible for them to even hear each other speak, there was still no pain or acids, making the captain heave a sigh of thankful relief.

"At least we're still safe..." he reached out a hand to press at the nearest slippery, soft wall, noting with a disgusted expression how his hand sank into the softness, only for the belly to 'retaliate' with another churning.

"You two still okay in there?" War Machine's voice suddenly came from the wall. "I saw someone push just now. You good?"

"Just testing how upset it is." the captain reported, noting idly that Peter was using the phone to offer him light. He then lowered his voice to avoid Scott hearing him, adding, "It's tense and churning a LOT... but it seems it needs a little more help. Get ready, both of you..." While Peter muttered to himself about too much slime on the phone, Steve informed him, "I meant you." While Peter looked up, Steve nodded at his phone, saying, "Put that away for now. We have to make him uncomfortable. We're nearly there..."

Scott blushed as he felt the renewed squirms inside, rubbing his thumb up and down gently, trying to soothe away the pain, but then grunted as he felt his hand 'grabbed' by an unseen force and pinned back against his side. "Oh come on!" he whined, looking at Wanda. "I feel like I'm going to BURST!"

"That's the entire intention." Vision stated blandly, staring at him while she nodded in agreement.

Scott blushed harder, flustered again as he felt War Machine shove experimentally at his belly, causing the huge man to groan, and a loud, gurgling growl to emanate from his abused belly. He wriggled in place at this, especially as he felt the kid and the Captain starting to move more than before. First experimentally, testing how much room they had, but then at a shout from Warn Machine of 'Okay, GO!', it got SO much worse, the two of them shoving and kicking and pushing and squirming and making it feel like they were trying to knit a sweater with his intestines! Even worse, the gurgles only got louder at their contributions, this new embarrassment making Giant-Man turn red from embarrassment, adding insult to injury. But as embarrassing and awful as it was, it was working, as Scott clearly felt that his guts had finally reached their limit...

Feeling himself start to burp in a familiar way, and feeling his saliva thin and start to really flow, he gasped out, "Uh... G-Guys... I... I need to... get up... NOW." While the other team did eye him, in case this was a trick, Scarlet Witch did eventually relent, and Scott rolled to his front and quickly got to all fours, coughing.

Thankfully, the indignity of the release passed quickly, with Scott soon hacking up the kid first, and then the captain, both of them slopping wet with slime and goo, but totally unharmed.

Now with the two of them out and quickly confirmed to be okay, Scott heaved a huge sigh of relief and let himself flop down on the tarmac again, rolling to lie on his back, a hand rubbing at his sore and abused belly as he moaned quietly to himself, still hearing soft gurgles and groans as his stomach started to calm down.

The two teams were also starting to relax a bit, and while they were distracted checking the captain, Peter smiled as he wearily lifted up his other hand in a wave to the phone camera, saying, "Ooookay, that's a good spot to end it. Talk to you guys lat--" but suddenly, his phone went black. Peter stared, and then started to try and push the buttons to get it to restart, muttering, "Oh nonono!" He groaned as nothing happened, and he sat up, seeing that Giant-Man was eyeing him nervously, having heard his distress, and Peter waved the dead phone at him, smiling ruefully behind the mask, "Slime and technology doesn't mix, apparently... I think it's dead. I'm not even sure it saved the recording!"

Scott winced, blushing hard as he muttered, "Oh... I'm... I'm sorry about it being... so slimy in there..."

Peter waved a hand tiredly to show it was fine and lay back down, resting a bit, and Steve was now standing up, coming to check on him. As Peter gave him a tired thumbs-up, he glanced over at Scott, who was now sitting up, looking exhausted and hugging his sore middle. "You okay too, Scott?"

Giant-Man nodded a bit, though he still looked a little green around the gills, burping a bit as he moaned out to no-one in particular, "Does anyone have any orange slices?"

End

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