" Before this year there is a two year break between similar attacks. The first one was from four years ago. Fugitive that killed Ben Parker was found dead with the qualifications of being fed on by our-"

" Mine," Wade warns, letting White's growl of possessiveness against the female for his soulmate seep into his voice.

" Your-." Max says exaggerating the word greatly while casting him an annoyed look for interrupting. " -Spider. After there's only two more deaths that could be from him. Only criminals. Well the the lizard too but-" She waves that off like it doesn't mater Peter may have fed off of a past friend made new enemy.

( Well that would explain his disappearance...)

" There's a few random unsolved deaths caused from unfamiliar wounds that may or may not have been him. Two years ago a girl named Mary Jane Watson was found dead on the top of her apartment building during her junior year. Looks like she was Peter's close friend or girlfriend. Hard to say. Anyways he killed her."

Wade cringes ever so slightly at the fact provided.

" And that was the last one until the recent attacks. Before Mary there had been a few month gap, so I'm assuming he just have just acted on accident much like he has been more recently. She honestly could have gotten a paper cut and that pushed him over the edge."

( Not in the fun way.)

[ Omfg shut your face.]

" There was another. The week after graduation Flash Tompson was found dead. Also a classmate of Peter's. I went through the kid's record and possessions. Big Spidey fan. It's pretty ironic that he bullied the hero. Only to be killed by both the person he looked up to and looked down on." Max says.

" Well at least he wasn't a friend." Wade says.

" He was still a kid. Fresh out of high school. Whole life ahead of him."

" You're still basically a kid. What are you? A year younger then Peter? You don't get to call them kids."

" S.H.I.E.L.D. Did testing when they finally got me. I'm many years older then I look. I don't know why or how. Probably something to do with the whole way I age as a dragon. I make Cap look like a young teenager. You and Peter only infants or toddlers. "

[ Sounds about right. Basically a toddler that kills people and is immortal. He wines and cries enough to be one. ]

( I don't know if I'm cool with the idea of calling Peter and infant or toddler. Makes the whole daddy thing really... Disturbing.)

" I don't see myself as older. It's just what they say they think I am. It's a bit far fetched. Probably a computer glitch or something. You'd think I'd remember something if I was centuries older. Like I guess i could account for all the dragon stories from Greece and Rome if they are right. But that's a lot of memory to just loose like that don't you think? "Max asks.

" My own memory is so scrambled and
Messed up I couldn't tell you. I have a lot of blank spaces that will never he filled in. I should honesty keep a log just to remember what I forget. Doesn't seem far fetched for your head to just reboot and start over after obtaining so much data of that many life times." Wade replies.

" I would hope my loss of memory is a little more exciting then a simple brain crash and wipe. Maybe dying while trying to save someone or by the least hit over the head or even suicide." She says with a self depreciative laugh.

Wade looks down at the shifter unsure how to approach that subject without rilling and exciting White.

" This chapter is just a bucket load of repeating myself and filler isn't it. No purpose?" Max asks instead.

" Probably. I'd say yes. "

" Think we'll ever actually get to the topic of how to really help Peter?"

" Possible not." Wade says.

" Whelp that sucks. Ok probably going to remain laying here too. I feel like this chapter has made me into some shity Mary Sue character. All super and strong and shall not die. Old as time and a hot- " Max stops and roles her eyes and pure annoyance with the description about to be made." Okay guys don't think I'm a super model by any means. I look like a European. Dark blonde. Grayish, slightly blue eyes. I have a baby face, not expressly cute like Peter's obviously though. Fantastic for an assassin right? Oh you should ask about Brasilia sometime, fun times I tell you. Anyways, Forever child like. Yeah I know. I'm that kind of skinny that people make fun you for being skinny even though it's just the way you're made. I can't help that. So for the fact that all those people think all characters are super hot anime girls. Tis not I! I'm the scary tall person whose face is naturally just a glare." Max says staring at the ceiling as she rants without need. But perhaps it is needed. " But guys, I'm not gonna lie. In my natural form. I look pretty bad ass. I just have a relatively common and boring human form because if all my awesomeness as a dragon was channeled into a human form... The earth would explode."

( Like a gay dragon couples baby kind of bad ass.)

[ Is that even a ship?]

( Well we can make it one.)

[ The size difference would be too disturbing of a factor to make it work.]

( true. But it worked out for Smaug and Bilbo in this one fic I can across )

" That make you feel better or something?" Wade asks her rudely, trying to push away the weird picture form in in his head.

" No. Sort of made me hate myself a little bit but Pft who cares. Now help me up because I'm going to will myself better at this point. We have shit to do. Book will not write itself any further. Apparently needed a lucid character stolen from a completely separate universe and series to prove this point. " Max says reaching a hand up for Wade to help her stand with any luck. " Let's hurry up. I have a sibling to kill elsewhere."

The Merc hesitantly helps her. Being unwillingly forced to support the injured dragon who clings, basically hanging off of him because of the ownership of no working legs for the moment.

" Whoa what's that?" She asks surprised looking to the left.

" What's what?"

" It's like the remainders of a wall that shouldn't have been possible to knock down. "

( Especially by a hated character? Yeah. You shouldn't have done that. It was pointless. Your own fault though. You weren't supposed to steal our thunder by doing such an act as that. You and your damned resources.)

... That hunting knife finds itself jabbed in between his vertebrae in his lower back, making the Merc crumple to the floor. Max fall on top of him and smiles genuinely down at him.

" How's that for a stab in the back? Consider this a moment of many future, torturous, inconveniently timed pay backs." She says. " Now. To my promise of cutting off your balls that I threatened with earlier. "

" Do not do that."

" Oh but you won't even feel a thing with how nicely you lodged that sucker up you back when you fell on it. No pain ensured for you tonight." She says.

" What's wrong with you? I would really not be comfortable with you doing anything to-"

" I don't know if the actual idea of that was more disturbing or the fact you thought I would willingly cut apart your genitals. I'm not that big of a fan of the gore fetish. Besides you're not really my type."

" You have a type?"

" Yeah. Non existent."

( She said not that big of a fan. She's obviously got some interest in it.)