I breathed steadily, trying to calm my nerves as dozens, no, more than a hundred people came on the plane. I could hear them, their footsteps brushing against the carpeted ground. I could hear people settling into their seats and clicking their seat belts on. I heard people talking, laughing, things normal people did.

Yet my brain wouldn't stop freaking out. Any of them could discover me here. If I was discovered I would have to flee past hundreds of people to escape because I had thought it would be a smart idea to hide right at the back of the plane. I could trip, I could be held down, and I could be beaten by anyone in here. If it came down to that…

My breath sped up in panic, so I breathed deeply, in through my nose and out through my mouth several times to calm down. I could do this. I could do this. Right…?

I almost felt ridiculous, hiding in a scrunched up ball with my full spandex and the clothes I had stolen on, hugging myself to try and keep calm. The Bugle would have a field day with this if they were anything like they had been with Peter. I could already imagine the headlines;

"Spider menace caught illegally hiding in a plane! Plotting terror?"

There was very little light here, but there was just enough to illuminate the space so my enhanced vision could pick out the details. I studied the empty space, distracting myself. The worst thing I could do was panic, well… panic more than I was doing. So I waited as calmly and as quietly as I could under the circumstances.

I heard footsteps stop underneath me and I immediately camouflaged before my spider-sense even warned me, I was so nervous, so scared of what could happen if they saw me or if they put their bag on top of me. So many things could go wrong in just a few crucial seconds.

Light flooded around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart going off so loudly I swore that they should have been able to hear it. A bag was placed next to me and then I heard the click as the flap closed again.

I released a slow breath that I hadn't known I had been holding.

I relaxed a little, my camouflage melting away in a matter of seconds. How long was this flight again? Who cared? As long as I got home, right? I would just stay here, relax and camouflage if someone looked in here.

I could handle this.

Never underestimate the power of an eighteen-hour flight. Ever.

I had stayed here, lying down with my head cushioned by the other bag in here, for hours.

I had wondered off and on what Hydra would do to me, but eventually, I had nothing to add to even that. And my brain loved to think of new and creative ways to freak me out so it was a long, long list. For some reason, my brain had decided they could even, maybe, have the ability to teleport me to a different universe entirely. How stupid was that? But apparently if they had the technology they would send me off to, I don't know, a zombie universe to see how long I could survive. Or they might make me kidnap another Miles.

I wasn't kidding about my brain going off to weird and... wonderful places.

So instead I forced myself to think about... how much homework I was going to have.

(I seriously hoped I wouldn't have to stay back a grade. That would just be insulting to my ego. I couldn't do all that work while I was still patrolling as Spider-man. I would think that they would give me some time to catch up. You know, traumatic kidnapping and all. So maybe I wouldn't drown under the work? Or maybe I would have to work non-stop over the holidays and wasn't that a fate worse than anything?)

Thought about what Peter Parker would have done in my place.

(Probably something more badass. He probably would have blown up the place, walking away without looking back like all the action movie characters did. {Seriously, why did they do that? I was Spider-man and had experienced many explosions. It was less 'that was awesome!' and more 'Holy crap, ow! I've just crashed into a window or something and everything hurts! Not to mention the sound!'}

SHIELD would come down with a Helicopter and then he would go off into the sunset, with a big smug smile on his face cause he didn't even have to stay there a night.

And that was only if Hydra somehow managed to get him. He probably would have given them the finger while he swung away after webbing them all up).

Wondered what the crime rate was like without me.

(That wouldn't have changed. It had spiked after Peter's death, but I wasn't as liked or noticed as him, nor was I as good at taking down criminals as Peter so it took me longer to do the same amount he would do. Even criminals barely gave me a passing glance. 'Till I kicked them in the face, of course.)

What I would say to my parents. Would I tell them I'm Spider-man?

('Oh hey Mum, hey Dad. So, Dad, you know how you really hate mutants and superheroes and violence? And especially Spider-man after Uncle Aaron died in a fight with him? Well, ta-da! I'm the thing you hate most in the world!

Yeah, Mum, I've been risking my life and have almost died a few times. No, there's no way to be safe about this. Yes, I'm okay. No, I have to continue being Spider-man, as much as you love me.

Why am I doing all of this? Cause great power, great responsibility and what not. It sucks I know.')

What the Internet was saying about me.

(I bet a lot of theorists had already guessed who I really was. I mean, Spider-man gets in a fight with Hydra and goes missing. That same night a young kid who lived in the nearby area goes missing. They're the perfect everything to match the new Spider-man from height to weight to everything. They've both been missing for the same amount of time, too. I was so screwed. Except if SHIELD decided to help me)

And that was only a small sample of all the weird and creative thoughts I had had. Not in that way either. Eventually, I fell asleep, curled into a small ball. I trusted my spider-sense to wake me up if someone looked in here. So I slept, and slept, and slept. Even if that sleep was still hovering in a bit of wakefulness. Not relaxing does that.

I wasn't very comfortable, but I could care less. I was warm… kind of. The inside of aeroplane was air conditioned, but since I was wearing my full-body spandex that was sort of insulated and the fact that this small space wasn't getting as much cool air as out there, I was fine.

I had ages to wait until the plane touched down in Washington, might as well fill in the time with some much-needed sleep. Hopefully, I wouldn't have any nightmares.

I woke up to the smell of warm food. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since the morning before. Ugh, that was going to be a problem. I didn't want my stomach to give me away and not to mention if Hydra caught up to me I had to make sure I was at the best state I could be to get away.

Then I remembered my wrist. Huh, it wasn't sore even after I sort of slept on it. Hey! It's healed! Well, that was handy. Hah, handy.

Guess that sleep must have done some good for my body. Even though I felt cramped and a bit uncomfortable my mind felt less foggy than usual. Sort of surprising in all honesty but I would take what I could get. If that was being more aware than that could only be good.

Unless Hydra did capture me and decided to beat me up.

Wait, so if I was feeling pretty rested than I probably got an actual normal amount of sleep. So maybe eight or nine hours? I had definitely been awake for several hours before I nodded off, thinking and trying to map out the layout of the plan and who was where so I had a better chance of escaping or hiding. Or both. So I had knocked off a decent amount of travel time. Nice!

It was a fairly big plane, which I was confused as to whether I should be surprised or not. Wakanda wasn't travelled to all that often but obviously people in Wakanda might want to get around the world. So they made big, efficient planes just for their people or something? Wakanda still confused me, why be so secretive? There would be no harm in expanding their knowledge around the world and bringing other countries up to their level.

Unless they had a superiority complex? Ugh, I couldn't put that many people in a bad light. But it still made no sense!

Anyway. No point in guessing. I wasn't going to get any answers any time soon.

So if I had slept for about eight or nine hours and I had spent around three to four hours (I knew that because some person had watched Shrek one and two with their volume so loud that I could hear it playing) doing nothing before that I had... damnit, five hours to go.

Oh no. I had five hours. Of nothing. Left to go.

When I took a deep breath to try and settle in for even more sleeping, the whole reason why I was awake in the first place become that much more noticeable. I could smell the food the person below me was eating. It smelt like lamb covered in gravy with various vegetables on the side. Oh, that was cruel. That was really unfair. I seriously should have thought about somehow getting some food to bring with me.

My stomach growled again, louder this time. I grumbled quietly to myself, cursing my stupid metabolism and stupid human needs out. And then cursed my brain for waking me up while everyone had just gotten their meals. It would have been fine if everyone had already eaten so then I couldn't be tempted, but that wasn't the reality and I was hungry.

Well, the only cure for hunger was food. Or water, if you had enough. That wasn't exactly good for you, though, so food it was.

How was I supposed to get any food? I didn't have any on me, nor did I have anything else that might sate it just a little bit.

But... what if I opened this up a little bit, just enough to shoot a small strand of web out and snag some food from someone when they weren't looking? It would be risky, and I don't think I would be able to get all that much food, but anything would be enough to keep the monster that was my stomach at bay.

So, I moved my body so my back could stick to the roof of the plane and my knees could grip the bottom of the overhead locker. I carefully reached forward and released the flap keeping it locked in place, keeping it firmly in place by the power of sticking.

Then, with very slow movements I opened it up enough so I could peak around hopefully without alerting anyone. Luckily for me, all the lights in the plane had been turned off so people could sleep. I opened it a little wider and spotted the guy sitting in the row in front of me fast asleep with the remains of his food still in front of him. On his plate there was a long bit of what I assumed was chicken schnitzel. There was even a piece of it left out.

I extended my hand, finger on the trigger. I had to aim really well so I wouldn't wake him or alert anyone to my presence. I trusted that the roar of the engine would keep anyone from hearing the familiar 'thwip' of my web shooters.

Taking a few deep, calming breaths, I aimed. Alright, let's go.

I thwipped the web and it snagged the chicken. Holy crap, I actually got that! Very carefully, I lifted my web up a little bit getting it above the rest of the food before quickly winding it up to me. Just as I was about to give it one last tug and bring it all the way to me my spider-sense buzzed a warning that someone was looking at me.

I froze in place and quickly looked around. In a few seconds, I had traced the warning to the person behind it. Or more accurately, the baby.

Phew, I thought I was going to be in trouble.

I grabbed the piece of chicken and with one swift movement shut the overhead luggage again.

I tugged the webbing off of it, crossing my fingers that the webbing was at least somewhat edible if ingested, and ate it all in two quick bites. I cringed, oh that was definitely not the best chicken I had had. Aeroplane food really was terrible. I forced myself to swallow it. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

I shuddered, swallowing several times to try and get rid of the taste still lingering on my taste buds. It didn't work. I had to remind myself that it was better than nothing, and it would keep away my hunger for a while. My taste buds still protested despite my best attempts.

I laid back down, trying to come up with anything to think about once again.

It was a sad moment in your life that you had become so bored that you had to think about what to think about. I was wide awake now, so I couldn't just sleep off the next five hours. So I had to do something with my time. Anything at all. Anything. I didn't want to get caught up in my thoughts again.

I looked over at the other bag in here. I pursed my lips. No, that's wrong. I shouldn't do that. First of all, it was rude. Second of all, what happened if they opened the flap and I was rummaging through their stuff? That would be very awkward.

Third, had I really stooped so low as to rummage through a stranger's bag to stave off boredom?

Apparently, I had.

A moment later I had swung myself around to better position myself over the bag and quietly unzipped it. I paused, turning my attention to what the owner of said bag was doing. They were watching some show. Good.

Before I could hesitate and linger too long I opened the bag. I looked down at the stuff inside. There were a lot of clothes, which was to be expected. I carefully moved some aside, trying hard not to crumple or mess them up. I saw the tip of something peeking out from the bottom. Curiously, I grabbed it out and realized it was a notebook.

I looked at the front, smiling. It was covered with various stickers. When I flicked it open I found it filled with sketches. I flicked through quickly and found that there was barely any colour. I turned back to the front. It ranged from landscapes (which were beautifully detailed, may I add. I was glad they hadn't added any colour, it didn't even need it if I was being honest), to random doodles.

I smiled, flicking through the pages slowly. I had found my distraction after all.

It was nearly full, which left me with plenty to look at. I became immersed, studying each line. I wondered how long each one took, how hard they pressed into the page, where they were when they did it, and what they had been thinking about when doing it. Nothing better to wonder about, and it was sort of interesting to figure out what they did in what order.

I had no idea how long I flipped through the drawings until I landed on a blank page. I blinked a few times, looking up and around before I smiled.

I fished through the bag until I found what I was looking for, a pencil and rubber. I closed the bag back up and rolled over onto my belly.

I thought for a few moments before I began to draw.

I frowned when I opened up my bag. A lot of my clothes were crumpled or in the wrong place from how I had left it, and on top of that was my notebook.

I quickly went through the bag, listing off everything I had brought with me. Had it been a robber? I sincerely hoped not.

When I found that everything was where it was supposed to be, I turned back to the notebook. Had… Did someone look through there instead?

I flipped through the pages until I came on to the last one. I hadn't drawn that…

I had to post this to my Instagram…