Marvel gt *safe vvvore*

by Herobrineclone95

Bucky is a predator, so he can shrink people and eat them. But this doesn't kill them because his tummy doesn't digest living things. What will happen when almost every avenger is prey? will the winter soldier win in captain America?

2. Gt 2

Bucky's POV

"Unless you want to die," I growled angrily at the tiny man in my stomach. "Stop looking for my sweet spot." He stopped rubbing my stomach from the inside. We were headed to a HYDRA safe house, where I could question him more. I could feel him shaking, but I didn't care, as long as I could get info out of him.

We arrived after about thirty minutes of walking at the abandoned house. I unlocked the door and walked in. It smelled musty and dead, but it would do. As soon as I locked the door I started to cough the little guy out. It was harder to get him up than it was to get him down, and I inwardly mourned the loss of my 'meal' but I wanted answers. As soon as he came into my mouth I spit him onto my hand.

"Wha-?" He asked in confusion as he looked up at me, I glared at him. "I kept you for a reason." I snarled, he shrank back. "What happened to my friends?" He asked more than demanded, I contemplated his question. "I let them get away," I told him truthfully. "I'm going to allow them to do whatever it is, but you..." He shivered in fear when I trailed off.

"You have answers I want." He looked up. "Are you ever going to let me go?" He asked in fear, I shook my head, this guy couldn't leave, ever. "What are you going to do with me?" He asked, eyes getting larger as I shook my head. I shrugged. "That depends on you..." He looked confused. "What do you mean?" He asked, still afraid.

"Behave well,obey, answer honestly, and don't run away. Then you'll have nothing to worry about except the occasional swallow." I told him as I took out my pocket knife and sharped it in front of him. "Behave badly, disobey, lie to me, try to run, and I will torture you until you beg for death. Understand?" "Yes," He said then asked. "What if I do something mildly wrong on accident?" I stared at him, contemplating the question.

"You'll probably just get...another time out." I told him, he nodded. "Let's get started," I added. "Where is your tracker?" He looked at me, I glared at him. "Tell me, or I start cutting in the most likely places." "I don't have one!" I pined him down with my finger. "If you're lying to me," I warned him. "I will not hesitate to stab you in this state." He nodded in fear. This could take awhile.