"What exactly do you mean by that? Are you how Max always knows things? Or at least she seemed to use to?" Wade asks with hostility.

The strangely platinum blonde stranger addresses Wade, creepily vivid violet eyes watching him.  "I am her voice yes."

"Her voice?" Wade questions but isn"t further allowed to speak as the other interrupts.

"Yes. Much like your boxes I was hers. Though obviously I'm not only a part of her own mind."

Peter looked at Wade for that, seeing the moment of confusion on whether to be offended by that or not. The Merc shuffling uncomfortably as he listens to something being said to him from those said voices.

"I think it's for the better it's like that Wade. It means that you truly are the only person that thinks as lowly of yourself. I won't lie and say some don't appeal to your presence or disagree with your use outside of the negative zone but no one hates you. Deadpool, sorry I won't call you by your name if you don't want me to. But you do understand the importance to my words don't you?"

Peter watches Wade stare at the other young man with a look between something dangerous and the rest unreadable through the leather mask hiding his face.

The blonde watches Wade for a long moment too before looking away from the mercenary with a guilty expression as Wade stares at the other with an intent gaze. The blonde retreats a bit from the assassin before glancing  over at Peter who watches the man kneeling down next to his cat carefully.

"So you speak to her through her mind then?" Peter asks, pulling the other two away from what ever private exchange was going on between the two minds. Peter takes a second to consider the fact that Wade had once said telepathic mutants, including the headmaster of the school had trouble getting into his guarded, and jumbled mind. The existence of his two boxes being his largest defense as the mind readers couldn't understand their energy. Obviously there was something different about this one to get past them, or at least understand them enough to get past their distraction.

"No. I... wasn't alive. That's how I communicated with her."

Peter stares at him blankly trying to comprehend what that was supposed to even mean. "What now?"

"I was... I know it's hard to explain to someone. Darkfang-death more recognizable, gave me a way to remain alive within her mind, also giving me a way to speak with Max."

"I Know Death. Closely." Wade says. "She isn't called Darkfang. And-"

"Oh. No. No, no not the Death you know of. Darkfang is the Death. She interconnects and dwells where all of the multi universes meet. All of those that are alive and organic to those such as the mirror realm. She is within where all shadows travel. Where light will never reach. She can see everything hat has happened, and what could. She has the option of showing you your every possible destiny or how your lives could have been.

"This sounds like some Strange shit. English please."

"It is strange I-" Vaughn frowns for a moment as he stares at Wade. "Oh. Strange? Who is that?"

Peter glances at At Wade, having heard if this Strange man but never having met him in his Hero works.... not that he would now being heroism business was far from his future at this point.

"This Darkfang oh powerful never told you of those who's job is to protect life from beings like herself?"

"Darkfang is the only and ultimate threat no being can avoid forever. She is literal death at its center point of existence. She doesn't have control of what always happens. The universe desires just as it does ones soulmate, when someone must die. If she wants to, she can change fate though it is not always successful. She isn't someone who is to be feared as a being to purposely want pain to consume any living beings home land." Then blonde says.

"And how many years have you been reciting that little speech?" Wade spits. "Like every other psycho this is the part we're we understand it's a cult."

The stranger's eyes arrow, that innocent demeanor of someone not used to the world of Earth disappearing as he approaches Wade with a dangerous, fiery look in his gaze. Peter glances at the nervous child that had backed against the wall.

"Deadpool. I don't believe you understand this. The circumstances she has been put under by the rules of the universe provide a reassurance that she can't mentally be capable of purposely killing every living soul in the existence. Maybe a race, planet or Galaxy but nothing more."

"Oh cause that's a reassurance." Wade spits.

"Maybe you should be more concerned about the one who hasn't been in existence before the innovation of the human species, nor proven herself worth of her power in the years of her life." The stranger growls. Literally. In a more realistic and scarier way then When Peter would try and take Wolverines sandwich.

"And who's that?" Wade asks just as dangerously.

The door opens to the apartment to reveal the familiar female.

"Max." Vaughn answers with a smile though to the assassin it appears as a greeting from the younger shifter.

Maybe you should question the reasons to her memory blanks with more reason.

"Hi." She answers, completely oblivious to the subject at conversation and her past deeds.... but that's why he's there. That's why she found the other dragon. The universe is training her... teaching her control and discipline.