The larger feral grinned, a sharp incisor slipping over his bottom lip. His steel grey eyes roamed over the other passengers and the nails on his right hand tapped his knee repeatedly. To some it might have looked like a nervous tick or that he and airplanes didn't get along. The feral next to him shifted his weight so he leaned farther against the wall, his head turned to look at his brother.

"Victor. Relax." His words were quiet, and rumbled in his chest.

Victor turned to him, his eyes gleaming and grinned wider. Both incisors slipped over his lip and the feral that spoke to him could see his nails grow slightly into claws. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end in the anticipation that something might happen. They stared at each other for quite some time before Victor spoke.

"I am relaxed Jimmy." But his body said otherwise.

Victor's shoulders were squared, like the perfect soldier he was. His muscles were drawn tight readying him to spring into action, the veins in his neck stood out. Jimmy could smell how excited Victor was for the prospect of battle. It was pulsing off of him in waves. It stank of bloodlust, power and war.

"Logan's right, Creed, you need to relax. I mean, we wouldn't want you to break a nail."

Creed's head snapped away from his brother to the man sitting across from him. His grin disappeared replaced with a sneer and a growl could be heard forming in his chest. His nails slid completely from hiding and he laced his fingers together.

"If you were smart, Wade, you'd keep your fucking mouth shut. Don't want me breaking a nail in you." His voice came out in a purr, but it was laced with an undercurrent that clearly read danger.

Wade's twin blades were unsheathed in less than three seconds and pointed towards Creed's neck. At the same time Creed moved causing both blades to stab him through his palms. He hissed in pain squeezing the blades into his hands tighter. With a sharp tug he pulled them from Wade's hands and growled ripping them from his own. He tossed them to the floor, his palms healing over, blood drying quickly.

Everyone was silent, even Wade's loud mouth found it better to be silent. Creed's breathing was heavy and Logan could smell just how much the blood, even his own, was affecting him. He slowly moved his hand and placed it on his brothers shoulder. He could feel his brothers body tense even more, his muscles rippled beneath his hand. Creed was ready for a fight, he wanted one.

"Mr. Creed. Please calm down."

All eyes drifted to Stryker who sat relaxed on the other end of the plane. He gave Creed a look but he could give two shits about what Stryker wanted about now. Creed shrugged Logan's hand off. His eyes still heavily lidded he leaned back in his seat and grinned again. His claws returned closer to his fingertips and he placed his hands behind his head. Kicking up his feet, which forced Wade to move over, he sighed.

"Bastard." Wade whispered, grabbing up his blades.

"Just keep talking boy. It's easier for a cat to catch your tongue." Creed purred darkly.

Wade grinned and stuck his tongue out tauntingly. Logan shook his head as did everyone else. It seemed as though Wade was just asking to be killed. Creed chuckled moving his hands to cross his chest and kicked Wade sharply in the side with the toe of his boot. The young man made a sharp 'omph'.

"So did you see Fred's new tattoo?" Wraith asked obviously diffusing any farther tension.

Logan looked over and indeed, Fred carried another tattoo. The woman was thin, with pronounced breasts. Her red hair was swept back in a ponytail and under her the name 'Vicky' could be read. Logan laughed, shaking his head. Dukes had a way with women, but it just wasn't a very good way.

"Why would you do that Dukes?" He asked.

"I love her." Dukes replied.

"You said that about the last three and you only meet her last night!" Wade added quickly.

"This one I'm sure of. She's just like me." He said, face heating up.

"What? Ugly and fat?" Wade quipped.

Dukes rose quickly, "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Tsk. Tsk. Sit down Freddie. Learn to keep yourself under control." Wade said, adding a wink.

Agent Zero looked to Stryker who nodded his head. Zero quickly pulled out his gun and before Wade could react had placed two bullets just below his right ear as warning shots. The rumbling laughter from Creed indeed confused everyone.

"You missed man. A little more to the left and it would have been a perfect shot."

Zero shot him an exasperated look. Wade shot him an angry look before smiling again. Wade slowly pulled his blades from behind his back again and allowed them to sit across his lap. Creed allowed his claws to grow just as slowly, the bloodlust in his eyes did not go unnoticed by everyone. Creed let a growl form and settle in his chest as a way of warning of what to come. Stryker sighed loudly.

"If you don't calm down, I'm going to be forced to punish you." He said.

Without replaced blades or retracting claws both nodded their heads and settled back down, refusing to look at each other. Logan and Creed could smell the tension and taste the nerves, it still made Creed antsy. The great thing about being a feral, you always knew more than everyone else. Finally everything had calmed and the plane was peaceful.

Wraith pulled his hat over his eyes, leaning back in his seat, soft snores leaving his lips not long after. Bradley concentrated on a single light allowing it to flicker on and off. Dukes rubbed his beefy fingers over his fresh tattoo grunting under his breath, most probably about Wade. Agent Zero disassembled and reassembled his guns to give him something to do. Logan cracked his neck and stretched his body following Wraith into sleep. Creed kept his eyes closed and senses open, just waiting for the opportunity to beat Wade to a bloody pulp. Only Wade was dumb enough to destroy the peace with one simple question.

"So really? What do you mean she's just like you? There isn't anything else to you but fat and ugly."