"I hate the smell of airplanes." Dylan said as she broke off a piece of chocolate she snatched when the flight attendant wasn't looking.

"Hey, Parker. This is called a airplane." Flash spoke up from across the seats, "It's like the buses you're use to except it flys over neighbors instead of driving threw them."

"Hey, Flash." Dylan called out as she leaned back, raising her hand in the air, "This is called my pinkie. It's like what you have in your pants, except it's bigger and holds more potential."

Ned laughed loudly while Peter tried to contain his, looking away.

"Ma'am!" MJ called to the flight attendant, "He blipped so technically he's sixteen, not twenty one."

Dylan high fived her on the low as the woman took the drink from Flash's hands.

"Mr.Harrington won't let me sit with you because he thinks i'll get pregnant so.." Dylan trialed off, looking back at Peter, "I'm gonna sit in the back and you make up some huge lie to get you a seat next to me."

"Deal." Peter nodded, knocking fist with her as Dylan headed toward the back of the plane.

"Hey, guys. Uh, there's an old lady sitting infront of us wearing a crazy amount of perfume. And it's kinda setting off Peters allergies." Ned as he approached Dylan, making sure Mr Harrington was right infront of her, "Do you think you have room back here for him?"

"He's allergic to perfume?" Betty asked with a odd look.

"Oh yeah, completely. It's why I just use essential oils and lotions now." Dylan said, raising her arms to show her moisturized skin, "See?"

"Peter has a perfume allergy?" Mr Harrington asked suddenly with a worried expression, "I'll tell you from experience, perfume allergies are no joke. I can feel him freaking out already."

Dylan's smile fell as Mr Harrington nodded to her, "Dylan, stand up."

"Ned, take Dylan's spot, Dylan you take my spot. Peter, come with me, let's get you out of there." Mr Harrington called out in a rush. Dylan slapped her forehead in disbelief, sitting down next to Brad while Peter gave her a panicked look. Dylan gave a encouraging one back with a thumbs up.

"Ned, Dylan, thanks for bringing this to my attention." Mr Harrington said as he placed a hand on each of their shoulders, "Your safety is my responsibility. And Mr.Dales but he's.."

They each looked back and found Mr.Dale passed out and drooling from his mouth.

"I got it for now. Let's go, Peter!" he called out to him. Peter tucked his head down and headed to the back, feeling Dylan reach up and hold his hand a moment.

"You been on a plane before?" Brad asked Dylan with a small smile.

"Once, I was kinda young though." Dylan said back with a nod of her head, "My aunt took me to visit my dying parents."

"Oh." Brad said awkward with a clear of his throat, "Sorry."

Dylan ignored him the rest of the plane ride and resulted in watching the saved videos she had on conspiracy's.

"Peter, my chocolate melted." Dylan pouted as she had to throw it all away, "But did you know that Blipping has possibly made people stronger? I mean, Brad was a geeky shrimp before and now he's like a bodybuilder. Do you think that conspiracy is true?"

"Brad? You talked to Brad?" Peter asked with scared eyes.

"No, I told him my parents died and we didn't talk anymore after that." Dylan said back, making sure all the melted chocolate was out of her bag before zipping it up, "But that conspiracy kinda makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Babe, could you hold this for me?" Bettys voice rung as she handed Ned her phone from a few feet away, going back to look for her bag. Peter and Dylan shared a similar expression, hurrying over to their friend quickly.

"Yeah, of course." Ned smiled, earning a thanks and a kiss on the cheek.

"Meow." Dylan gave a snort, "No judge here, I love blondes."

"Dude, what was that?" Peter questioned, knocking Ned in the shoulder.

"Uh, well, we actually got to talking on the plane and it turns out we have a lot in common." Ned laughed, making Dylan and Peter share yet another look, "So, ugh, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now."

"Whatever happened to being a american bachelor in Europe?" Peter asked Ned with a odd expression. Dylan's head snapped his way immediately.

"You wanted to be a american bachelor in Europe?" she questioned with a eyebrow raise. Neither of them had really talked about what happened the night Dylan found out about Spider-Man, about what they said to each other. But things had been different, at least. They'd just been taking it really slow to figure everything out first.

"Wh- no, no, not me. Him, Ned, Ned said that." Peter spoke quickly, pointing to the dark haired boy and staring across at Dylan, "All him."

"Peter, those were the words of a boy." Ned waved him off with a shake of his head, "And that boy met a woman. A very strong, and powerful woman. And now that boys a man."

"Babe." Betty called out to him.

"Coming, babe." Ned said back, giving his friends a smile and heading off.

Dylan and Peter shared a funny look before she laughed, "Cmon, babe."

Peter reddened at her joke but took her hand, "Does babe fit me?"

"No, more of a baby." Dylan said honestly and squeezed his face, "Or a little teapot."

"No, absolutely not." Peter shook his head quickly, "Dylan, please no little teapot."

"It fits." she said back, dragging him off quickly.

•

kylie speaks

i stand by dylan
calling peter her
little teapot.