Max

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The shifter snapped as she shoved the red head, in the grossly too perfect ponytail, off of her and onto the hard cement. By Gods name if this was her soulmate she'd kill her here and now. The last thing she needed in her life was someone who looked like a Barbie and was an anorexic snob. She could practically smell the lies this one told daily like it was her over powering floral perfume.

"Ow. What's you're issue you freak!" The young woman squealed as the red head dusted her mom jeans off. Like seriously that was so last season. Last season for women in their forties anyway.

"I don't know, Which one you referring to?" The shifter growled back, maybe a little bit purposely stepping on the tips of a manicured hand. Max visibly relaxed as she saw that this ones watch still read a month on the countdown. 

Relief floods through Max while at the same time panic. Did her Soulmate pass her by and not notice their timer go off? What if they really didn't exist? Should she look?

"Have I seen you before?" Someone asked, as they came up to Max. She gave the world and angry look before turning to face this stranger.

He wasn't as tall as she was used to. Usually having to look up to Vaughn or Wade. Peter was only an inch taller but that still left her looking up. He's a blonde. Seriously way to many blondes in the story.

"I'm sorry but my blonde and blue eyed people tolerance is only one and I already know four." Wade, Captain, Storm, and Hawkeye. That was enough. And then Vaughn. But he wasn't exactly normal blonde and doesn't have blue eyes. Is everyone Scandinavian in this story in acceptance to Peter? He could be polish or Chez quite honestly. Maybe Welsh?

The dirty blonde blinked at her not entirely understanding what the meant. He didn't know if she meant siblings, clients...? (Awkward), friends?

"I'm sorry? No wait, no I'm not. Maybe you shouldn't be so petty to the point that you don't want to be with people with certain characteristics." He said pointing a finger at her.

Max gave the gesture a small glance before looking back up at him. "Well by the least, you know I'm not a Nazi." She sassed. "Besides. I was hinting to the author more then talking to you."

The young man gave her a weird look basically yelling 'you're batshit.' "What beliefs are those from?"

"None?" She answered acting equally disturbed just to mock this person. "I'm just aware of the twelve, Times New Roman font creating our world. Actually, the cover to our comic is half drawn on a sketch pad on the author's desk." She wasn't in the mood. She had better things to do and people to find then this random person. The only way he would know her is if he'd been at a mission location or saw her walk down the street.

The other looked down at her wrist, cringing slightly before glancing at his own. She follows his movements, dreading the last thirty seconds of her life as her first impression on her soulmate was that she was certainly not her best.

"That's awkward." She mutters before glancing back up at the other. He wasn't anything special for looks. He was skinny. Probably as gone through an Emo phase in his life time sort of skinny. At least what's what she assumed. He was wearing a hoodie so its not like she could really tell what the teen looked like under the cloths.

He was an omega human no doubt. He had no ranking in this world and that was disappointing to the female. She was a dominant creature and this... this wasn't a perfect fit this was nothing near like Peter and Wade. Once they'd gotten over their griefs that were put together like the corner of a puzzle. Here fate was trying to pair two opposite pieces of the puzzle.

"Are you okay?" He asked seeming no more thrilled.

"Depends on how low your standards are." Max said strait up. "I should probably go before this gets worse. See you never most likely." She said turning away. Each step she took she felt closer to stabbing her self. She was turning away from what, granted wasn't perfect but most certainly the only thing she'd been wishing for the last several months.

The young man stared after her dumbstruck that someone would walk away like that. No he couldn't let her get away quite yet. He had promised himself to listen to the man. That he had to thank his soulmate for saving him. He had said that he had to thank them like he would see her one day even though his timer Hadn't been counting. He not only owed her for his life but also the red and black dresses man he has researched to be Deadpool for giving him hope. It had been last year when he'd run into him when he was seventeen. He's been at the wrong place at the wrong time but it turned out out to be for the better as he saw it now in this moment.

"Hey wait!" He called after before running to catch up.

The shifter pauses in her fast stride to warily look back with almost a sad or disappointed gaze. As the male looked at her he eerily realized he couldn't really tell her age. She was young, but in a way that her body's full curves she looked like she could be older but her face was like that of someone his own age.

"Please wait."