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Chaos.

Everything was chaos, and Scott was thankful to whatever gods were out there that he was tiny at the moment, and that he was 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; it having 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.

Making a few more futile attempts to repair the helmet, he sighs in frustration. It was definitely beyond repair, and he'd need a knew one.

His annoyance is cut short by one of War Machine's missiles exploding a little too close to where he was hiding, and he curses under his breath, coughing at the smoke that now filled his lungs from not having the helmet to filter it out.

While Scott climbs out from his hiding place, Steve addresses the rest of the team over comms.

"Alright Sam, what's the plan?"

"We need a diversion. Something big." Sam replies, 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 he 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 replies, "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 asks, a little concerned.

"You sure about this Scott?"

"I do it all the time!" Scott says, before nervously correcting himself. "I mean once. In a lab. And I passed out."

He takes a stuttered breath, mumbling to himself in an attempt at a pep-talk. To himself.

Leaping off the edge of the metal grate, he lands with an 'oomf' square on War Machine's back.

'Well, here goes nothing…' He thinks to himself, typing in the correct commands into the regulator.

And after taking one more steeling breath, he activates it.

The dizzying feeling of growing larger was something he would never get used to, and he stumbles for a moment before reaching up to grab War Machine by the leg.

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

Letting out a laugh, he turns over the man now caught in his grip.

"Way to go, tic-tac!" Sam shouts at him, and Scott can't help the child-like excitement of it all.

He felt awesome; and 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 though, as the fighting resumed below him; so he takes the opportunity to hurl War Machine away.

••••••••••••••••••••

Peter watches from the ground, as the man that had taken the Captain's shield back from him, grew to the size of a building.

He only has a moment to process that before Rhodey gets thrown; and he's quick to go after him, not wanting him to get hurt despite knowing his suit would likely protect him from the impact.

Bracing his legs against a flipped-over truck, he attaches a web to the back of Rhodey's suit, negating the momentum enough for him to activate his repulsors and shoot back up into the sky.

With a web still attached to his suit, Peter is carried up into the air back with Rhodey, going high enough to look down at the giant man, and-

'Jesus Christ…'

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

As Rhodey carries them back down, Peter catches a glimpse of the giant tearing the wing of a plane off with his hands, and throwing it at Tony.

'That's… not good.'

••••••••••••••••••••••

Scott looks from above, keeping an eye on all of his teammates below, but pauses 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 says in an attempt to sound menacing, kicking over the crates the other man had been standing on, knocking him to the ground.

Leaning down, he moves 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 can do anything, he's pelted with a bunch of different missiles.

At his size, he barely flinched; it merely felt like someone had thrown a handful of rocks at his chest, and his gaze flicks upward to War Machine flying over him, opening his mouth to shout in warning to his teammates--

He only catches the barest glimpse of red and blue as something flies into his mouth, slamming directly into the back of his throat and lodging itself there.

Stumbling backwards, he gasps for air- with that same something blocking his windpipe to where he couldn't breathe- and he trips over a plane, falling flat onto his back with a crash, all of the fighting coming to an abrupt halt as the ground shook.

The impact was also enough to shake whatever was in Scott's throat loose; making him swallow it instinctually, taking a deep breath of air now that he could breathe again.

"Scott? You okay?" He hears his comms flicker to life in his ear, Steve's concern evident in his tone, and Scott manages to croak out a simple, "I don't know-" before he yelps, feeling something tumble into his stomach.

"Something just flew in me!"

••••••••••••••••

It had all happened so fast.

One moment, Peter had been out in the open air, wind rushing past him- and the next, he was… well, he wasn't sure.

He was somewhere warm, dark, and humid; and he doesn't even get a moment to process that as gravity changes around him- as if he's falling- and he's suddenly 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 speaks to himself in a panic, thrashing against what he now recognized as muscle that was kneading him deeper into- into- oh god-

Peter doesn't get to finish that thought as he's unceremoniously pushed down into a more open chamber, and he goes deathly still for a moment.

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 sends 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 hears Sam over comms, and he sees him land a good few feet away a moment later, Wanda appearing next to him soon after.

He huffs 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 flinches as the small weight in his stomach goes tumbling forward when he does.

The rest of their team was over next to him quickly, and they all tense up at once as both Tony and Rhodey land next to them.

"Relax. Is your guy okay?" Tony says, seeming tense as well 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's saying something went in him." Steve replies, watching the rest of Tony's team arrive with caution.

•••••••••••••••••

Peter panicked further upon hearing the giant speak, his voice vibrating the chamber around him; and 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 went downward from there; and he braces his legs against the back wall, pushing his hands against the front, and stretching himself out as much as he could in hopes it would get the giant to vomit.

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

•••••••••••••••••

Scott felt nauseous at the sudden action inside of him, and now that he was sitting upright, he wraps his arms around his middle, face scrunched up out of discomfort as he curls 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…?"

"Yeah, and?"

"… where's the kid?"

Tony stares at him blankly for a moment, before he looks around at all the others, trying to see if Peter was anywhere to be seen, and then--

That frustrated yell came from Scott's stomach.

Everyone froze.

Oh, god, he'd eaten a person…

"Oh, shit."

It takes Scott a moment to realize who they're talking about, and once he recognized the lack of the guy who'd been dressed in red and blue, he felt awful- for a variety of reasons. First of all, he'd been fighting a kid? And nobody had thought to tell him when he was throwing people?! Secondly, he'd probably terrified said kid, if all of the struggling inside of him was anything to go by.

Tony turns to him, then; and despite being literally ten times his size, the look of pure fury in his eyes scared the hell out of him.

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

"I- I didn't mean to, it was an accident--" He stutters out, raising his hands in front of himself in defense, and it only seems to make Tony angrier.

"Fucking Christ- kid, hey, are you okay?" He says into comms, and he feels the way the other seems to slump in relief inside him.

"Please, get me out, I don't wanna die--" He hears his response, and Scott is immediately alarmed.

"Hey, hey, woah woah woah; who said anything about dying? You're okay, I promise." He says, making sure to lower his voice so it wasn't so loud for his 'passenger', and he gently rubs 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 spits, and Steve grabs onto his shoulder.

"Relax, let him explain, okay?" He cuts off his angry rant, which Scott is thankful for.

"Fine." He huffs, turning to Scott and gesturing for him to continue, still looking like he wanted to kill a man.

"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 gestures vaguely with his hands. "…the whole 'eating people and getting eaten' thing. So… he's safe."

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

Scott blinks at him for a moment.

"Uh. I don't… I don't think I know how to…?" He says, awkwardly tugging at the gloves of his suit, and the look Tony had-- he was sure if he had been a cartoon, he would've had smoke coming out of his ears.

"Will you fucking try--!?"

"Tony, relax; he just said that the kid is safe, so--" Steve cuts him off.

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

"That's not what I meant--"

The two decend into an argument, and Scott awkwardly turns 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.

He relaxed a bit upon knowing he was safe, but his body still shook with adrenaline.

He flinches 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 replies, leaning against one of the walls and slowly sliding down it until he was curled up in a ball.

He hears the man sigh, "Yeah, I know, I'm really sorry--"

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

•••••••••••••••••••

Scott was glad the kid wasn't scared anymore, at the very least; and he spares 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…" He mumbles to himself, "I'm gonna try something to get you out, okay? Don't freak out."

He then opens his mouth again, pressing two fingers to the back of his throat in an attempt to activate his gag reflex, and he flushes red in embarrassment as all the others stop to look at him when he retches.

His insides lurched, his stomach churning uncomfortably; but the small form tucked inside of him didn't move an inch.

So, he tries again.

And again.

And again.

Again, again, again, and again.

Until finally, he gives up; with his stomach and throat now slightly aching from how many times he'd dry-heaved.

He looks 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 says, slumping against the front stomach wall, and Scott sighs as his stomach lets out a low rumble.

"Maybe I could try climbing out?" Peter suggests, and he considers it for a moment, before shrugging.

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

He really wasn't prepared to feel the kid start climbing upside-down inside of him- 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 presses his hand at the ring of muscle there.

Finding the entrance, he struggles to push his hand past it; and when he finally does, he instantly yanks his hand back out upon hearing Scott hiss in pain.

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

"Sorry!" He says, 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 was making 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 says, and Scott raises 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--" He snaps, 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 watches Tony sigh, seemingly knowing that Steve was right, and Scott opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he's cut off by suddenly feeling light-headed.

"Oh, jeez. That's not good…" He mumbles, shifting to 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 speaks, and Scott shakes his head.

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

That seems to cause a little panic amongst the others, and Tony seems the most visibly distressed.

Scott can hear him muttering to Rhodey, about how him passing out with the kid inside would be bad, and he isn't really sure what to do.

"Well, you can't shrink back down…" Steve starts, and Scott shakes 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 says awkwardly, and he feels Peter twitch inside of him.

"Um, wouldn't that… suffocate me?" He pries, seeming nervous, and Scott is 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 feels another shift in his stomach, "Yeah, that's… that's fine. Better than you passing out with me in here, at least." Peter says in a weak attempt at a joke, and Scott smiles.

After a short moment of mentally bracing himself, he speaks again.

"Alright, um, I'm gonna, y'know… do that now, alright bud?" He murmurs, giving a light pat to his middle, hearing a quiet 'okay' from the kid.

"Okay, everyone stand back, please!" He says to the others around him, and most of them obediently step away; but Tony lingers 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 says with a roll of his eyes, and that seems to be enough to get Tony to back off as well; although with a bit of reluctance.

Typing in the commands, he takes a deep breath, and activates it.

•••••••••••••••••••

Peter wasn't prepared for the way that the stomach walls seemed to close in on him, and he lets out a yelp as they squeezed and pushed against him.

He hears Scott let out an 'oomf' as well, which is soon followed by a very loud gurgle from the organ that was stretched around him.

"Oh, oof, that's- that's a lot, jeez- hey, you okay?" He hears his voice vibrating around him, and then the wall pushes into him; and it took him a moment to realize it was his hand, rubbing at him.

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

••••••••••••••••••••••

Feeling him gently push back at him, Scott relaxes, the light-headedness he'd had fading away pretty quickly.

His face flushes a shade of red deep enough to match the color of his suit once he hears his gut let out another low rumble, and he ducks 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 occured 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 lets out a quiet huff as he feels Peter shifting and squirming around inside, seemingly to get comfortable in the tighter space.

"This is your fault." Tony suddenly snaps, pointing at Scott scoldingly, and he blinks. "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 replies, mildly offended at the accusation.

Tony doesn't seem to have a response to that, and he opens his mouth to retort, but he's 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 on me." He says with a weak laugh, muffled from being inside of Scott, and Tony just sighs in annoyance and throws his hands up in mock-surrender.

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

"We could cut him open and pull him out?" Bucky suggests, and Scott whirls 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 says firmly, and Bucky shrugs.

"Sorry, just trying to help…"

Scott tunes 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 moves to pull his knees up to his chest, but stops and cringes when the swell of his stomach pushes against his thighs.

Instead, he opts to sit cross-legged so he wouldn't be squeezing Peter at all, and he settles a hand back on the bump of his midsection, feeling his smaller form move beneath his palm.

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

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

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

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

•••••••••••••••••••

Peter smiles to himself, not minding the mild vibrations of Scott's laughter around him.

"Well, clearly; he let a child onto a battlefield." Scott says, and Peter lightly pushes at one of the stomach walls in offense.

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

"…can you? You flew straight into me. Literally."

That makes Peter blush in embarrassment, and he gives another push to where he can feel Scott's hand outside, and he can hear and feel him snicker.

Silence falls 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 closes 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 leans against the front wall, into Scott's hand, and goes limp; not minding the slime that coated him at this point, and just soaking in the warmth.

••••••••••••••••••••••

Scott stiffens when he feels 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 asks, a little confused.

"Mnh. Yeah, m'fine… just comfortable." He hears Peter reply, his voice softer, and Scott can't help but smile.

The kid seemed tired, likely from the adrenaline wearing off; so Scott moves 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 asks, and he feels Peter nod from where his head is pressed into his insides.

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

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

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AND THAT'S IT FOR THIS PART!!

The next one should be up in a few more days, and I'll have it linked here once it's posted :)

She left them alone outside of the few times her job forced her to interact but she was always polite and didn’t waste their time. It was working out for her until the pirate ship docked while she was in the biosphere checking the fail-safes, she was alone with nothing but the flora and a data-pad. The pirates busted in with practiced ease, grabbing what could be used or sold and trashing everything else just to be cruel. One noticed her cowering behind a stack of nutrition additive sacks.

“Looky what I found, a cute little Nyadaunt. Wonder how much she’d fetch at market?” His breath smelled like Zukar-plasma, a sugar based drink that rotted away the teeth and mind of the drinker. She fought but she was just a Nyadaunt, her main defense was hiding in small spaces, her claws were useless against their armor. It looked like all hope was lost, she was going to be snatched up and sold as a rich person’s pet…or worse. So when the body of one of the pirates was thrown against the wall Virr’elle could say she was shockingly surprised.

A human with a visor on and a uniform of the bio-lab stalked into the room, a malfunctioning taser stick in one hand and a (probably) pilloried laser blaster in the other. “Let her go. Do this and you do not die” And well, you don’t mess with humans. The pirate holding her, even brain-rotted as he was knew better than to test an angry human, set her down and stepped away. The human pointed the taser stick towards the door and growled out a jumbled approximation of “get out” that had the pirates scrambling for the exit. What had possibly been the worst turn of events of her life passed just as quickly as it began, it was mental and emotional whiplash.

The human crouched down to her level rhythmically saying something in what was possibly their native language, it was soothing and spoken in a soft, low tone that didn’t feel threatening. She didn’t understand why this human had saved her, she didn’t have a bond with them yet they came down here and protected her. Did humans feel possessive over everything in their territory? Was the bonding thing just playing favorites with their perceived colony?

“Well yes we humans can feel protective of those we see as being in our collective community but ‘bonds’ as you call them are formed by familiarity or comradery. Usually we just call it being friends” the human answers, oh she must be muttering out loud, embarrassing. The human just chuffs softly and offers their hand, “I’m Logan.” They say. “I’m Virr’elle.” Virr’elle replies, taking their hand. They walk over to the lab down the hall where apparently several humans in lab attire are crowded around a monitor. They whirl to look at the door when it opens.

“Lo-Lo you did it you scared them away!”

“A valiant display of heroism pocket-protector!”

“The way you threw that guy was sexy Dork, why don’t you manhandle me like that?”

“Whoever could have seen that outcome coming?”

The pack…community?, of humans shared their relieved excitement and fawned over Virr’elle until the announcement was made that the pirates had left the ship completely. They were all so different but they made a balanced group, Virr’elle liked the energy they created even if it also made her tired just watching the hyper ones run around. Logan offered to walk her back to her station in maintenance, she found herself agreeing. Their walk was silent but it felt warm instead of the cold chill that came with silence between people, was this what friends felt like? She liked it, maybe she would have to talk to Logan and the others again to ask more about friends and bonds.

The nightmare wasn’t overly detailed or complex, a common nightmare of drowning that Logan had dreamt many times before. So why was he so shaken after this one? Probably because he hadn’t been the only one sinking below the surface. Maybe that’s why he sat in his armchair with a mug of tea in his shaking hands.

“Lo, Logan? Mindscape to Logan?” A hand waved in front of his face as he dialed back into the present, he blinked away the dryness of his eyes and looked at the person attached to the hand. Ah, Virgil. Logan wondered if it was insomnia or his own fear that had Virgil up so early, neither were optimal but he’d experience guilt if it was his fault.

The mug, now cold, was removed from his grasp. Silently and oh so gently Virgil maneuvers them so that they are laying on the couch, Logan resting his ear over Virgil’s heart. “I’ve got you, just listen to my heartbeat and take deep breaths.” Normally being told what to do is frustrating but in this instance Logan is more than happy to not have to keep thinking and just follow instructions. They lay there just breathing and touching until the breathing becomes soft snores, if they wake up with a throw blanket well…no one is admitting to it.