The 2 inch tall Fitz looked up as a giant shadow fell over him. A man in a trenchcoat wearing sunglasses was reaching a huge gloved hand down for him. Fitz screamed and started running, but didn't get very far as he kept almost getting stepped on. Before he knew it, the mysterious stranger had picked him up and was holding him high in the air. Fitz was carefully examined and turned over, as the man prodded every inch of his body with a giant sized finger.
"Yes, I have him" the man said to an unseen person that Fitz also could not hear. "He is 2 inches tall. The device worked perfectly. I am bringing him to you now, Herr Doktor. HAIL HYDRA!"
Fitz was stunned and aghast. Wasn't HYDRA that Nazi spy organization from the 1940's? They were back? And they had shrinking technology? Oh, this was very, very, very, very bad. The man took out a small box with breathing holes in it. He put the tiny Fitz inside, closed the lid, and put the box in his pocket. He then began to make his way back to base, with his itty bitty passenger safe and sound.
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