People reacted in a rather curious way, Phantom thought, to Wades bare face. Before heading to the airport Wade had swung by his apartment to put on his, as he called it, 'civilian disguise'. When Phantom had vaguely inquired why he needed to do that, a bare faced Wade had explained that 'Deadpool' was banned from any and all international flights, but that 'Wade Wilson' was not. Phantom wondered how that worked when the man introduced himself as both Deadpool and Wade Wilson, but that wasn't really his problem.

What was his problem was trying to filter and ignore the amount of disgust that was directed at Wade that Phantom was picking up from the crowded airport waiting area. The disgust, as a side effect, proved to Phantom that he was, indeed, feeling other people's emotions, because as far as he was concerned, Wade didn't even make the list of top 5 most gruesome faces that Phantom had seen. Phantom tried to ignore how much other peoples disgust irked him, since Wade seemed entirely unconcerned, but it was hard.

People were giving Wade a wide berth as though he looked like Spectra did when she was half melted, or even like some of the half rotted corpses in Princess Doratheas army. On second thought, that second comparison wasn't too far off, but at least you could tell Wade was still alive and breathing. His skin, while wet, and flaky and kind of slimy looking, still held that necessary vitality only held by the living.

Really, Phantom thought people were being kind of rude with their stares. It's not like the half healed scabs and slowly shifting scars that Wade kept picking at were green or pus-y. They looked pretty healthy, actually. You couldn't even see where he'd been stabbed in the head anymore. People were weird.

When their flight was called Phantom trailed behind Wade onto the plane, and tried to hold in the growl building in his throat when most of the people seated closest to them straight up left the plane. He failed to hold in the growl when a woman who had been seated directly across from Wade stood up and demanded that her seat be changed because she didn't want to be seated across from "that freaky monster" for the duration of the flight. Wade's arm dropping across Phantom's shoulder calmed him down some, and he tucked his hands into the sleeves of the sweater that Wade had shoved over his head earlier.

The seats across the aisle from Phantom and Wade remained empty when the plane took off, but Wade didn't seem to particularly care. For the first hour and a half of the flight, Phantom stared out the window at the clouds passing slowly beneath him. It was almost surreal for Phantom to be sitting in a capsule this high up instead of flying free with the feeling of wind in his hair. Phantom turned to look at Wade, who had his legs on the empty seat across from them, quite rudely blocking the aisle. He was playing on his phone, some game that Phantom didn't quite understand about matching candy.

"Hey, Wade?" Phantom asked hesitantly. Wade hummed. "How did you get me on this flight? I don't, y'know, have a passport?"

"Same way I got my carry on full of guns on this plane. I bribed security." Wade said proudly. The woman in front of them turned her head to look at them out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh, okay. How long is this flight?"

"I don't know, a day? It's a long flight kid, It's not like Kenya's very close to the states." Wade clicked his phone off and looked at Phantom. "Why? Is the plane making you uncomfortable? I get that, these things are death traps. I can't tell you how many times I've died on planes. Of course, that might be because I'm usually getting shot, but that doesn't change the fact that we're thousands of miles up in the air, traveling who knows how fast, and we're all trapped in here!" Wade was practically shouting at the end of his spiel, and Phantom could feel the jittery energy coming off of him. Phantom stared at him, wide eyed.

"Excuse me, sir," a flight attendant asked hesitatingly "could you keep your voice down, you're frightening the other- Oh My God!" the man exclaimed, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. Phantom felt annoyance flicker through him at the disgust radiating off the man, but he managed to tamp it down.

"Sure thing, sugar lips. Hey, do we get dinner with this flight? Do you guys serve tacos?"

The flight attendant whirled on his heels and rushed back to the front of the plane with a faint "I think I'm gonna be sick" that Phantom almost didn't hear. Phantom settled back into his seat with an annoyed huff.

"Well, that was rude," Wade said, setting his feet back up on the opposite seat. "Anyway, you good Danny?"

"Yeah," Phantom said. "I'm not scared of heights, but I think I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me when they bring food?"

"Sure thing, kid." Phantom hummed contently, and dropped off to sleep.


Peter climbed tiredly through the window into his bedroom, sore after his training session with Daredevil, who Peter thought was quite the slave driver when it came to training. He glanced around the room for Danny and, not seeing him, Peter concluded after a brief consideration that Danny was probably in the living room with Wade. Deadpool, he corrected himself, before shrugging out of his spider suit. Peter yawned tiredly and looked longingly at his bed, but his stomach gurgling hungrily was more important, so he pulled on some pajamas and padded quietly into the hall.

Absently, Peter noted that the TV was off, which had been unusual lately, but he ignored it, blinking groggily as he flipped on the light over the stove in the kitchen, careful to be quiet so he wouldn't wake either Danny or Wade. Deadpool, he reminded himself again, more forcefully this time.

He was halfway through a bowl of cereal before the lack of snoring registered in his brain, and he paused with the spoon halfway to his mouth, before slowly lowering it. If the TV being off was unusual, the absence of snoring was downright non-existent lately. Either Wade- Deadpool - was awake… or he wasn't here. Peter set his bowl quietly on the counter before slowly creeping into the living room. It was dark, but that didn't matter.

Silently, heart in his mouth, Peter leaned over the back of the couch, fully prepared for Deadpool to be wide awake and pointing a gun at him for the disturbance. Instead he was met with an empty couch. Peter leaned back upright and chewed on his thumb nail as the throbbing behind his eyes intensified. His stomach gurgled again and he sighed.

Where could they have gone? Peter asked himself as he walked back to the kitchen and finished his bowl of cereal. Maybe to Deadpool's apartment? Peter knew he had one, and he also knew that Danny was unreasonably attached to Deadpool right now. Maybe they would be back soon? As Peter set his rinsed out bowl on the counter he glanced at the clock. It blinked 4:36 a.m. at him mockingly, and he decided that he needed some sleep. He could deal with the rest of this later. Aunt May would home soon too, and he could talk to her about it after they'd both gotten some sleep. Three days was too long to be awake for, he decided absently as he curled into his blankets.


Phantom woke as soon as the hand touched his shoulder, body tense and fully ready to defend himself before he registered Wades soft voice. "Hey… Danny, wake up! I know you said to wake you when they brought food, but you were seriously just too cute. But we're here now, and we can go get some food at a restaurant. There are some seriously cool places to eat at around here." Wades soft babbling almost put Phantom back to sleep, but the thought of food, something that he shouldn't need as a ghost, brought him fully into consciousness. Wade kept babbling as Phantom blinked himself into awareness.

Phantom watched Wades face contently as he babbled while the plane emptied out around them. Wades jaundiced eyes were bright as he went over some of his favourite foods, and the ones that tasted the best even if they made his stomach hurt, and which ones catered to tourists. After about ten minutes, the plane was fully empty, and the rude flight attendant from before was standing awkwardly a few feet away, clearly needing to tell them to get off the plane, but not wanting to. Phantom sighed as he nudged Wade in the side.

"I'm awake." He said, and Wade abruptly stopped babbling.

"Oh! Hey Danny! Did you sleep okay? I'm sorry I didn't wake you for the in flight meal, but you were so cute, all drooly and peaceful." Phantom gave a fanged grin at Wade as he started off on another tangent, and nudged him before he got too distracted.

"You said food?" he prompted, and Wade lit up even more, if that were possible.

"Yeah! Let's go eat!" The flight attendant breathed a sigh of relief as Phantom and Wade passed him, and Phantom couldn't help but turn his head and bare his fangs at the man. And then, they were in the airport.