A mouthful of dirt was better than the porridge he’d been eating for months now, but really not by too much. He choked and rolled over, about to yell about how tired he was of being accosted when whatever had attempted to make him dinner took Bucky by the metal arm and started to thrash him around. Tony had never seen a mammal with so many pairs of eyes before, but those teeth and tusks most assuredly told him that he was done for if they came in his direction again.

He'd seen Bucky fend off guards, and reinforced bars, but this…this was impressive. The muscles on the animal’s neck throbbed, but even such huge mastoids did not allow it to so much as dent the arm it was clamped on.

Tony scrambled to his feet, kicking wet leaves and mud with him as he rushed to put his back to the massive, knotted tree just to his left. Three sides were easier to guard against than one.

“Holy shit!”

He didn’t get much off before Bucky reared back and the animal whined as his jaw was wrenched apart.