"We tried to stop 'im," Pyro explained, "but he seemed to know his way around bettah than we do." The teen put a hand to his visor in a threatening manner, but his hand was knocked away by a sudden wind.

"Seriously, Cyclops? You're gonna come to my area and act like you own the place?! What an X-Man!"

"Shut up Pietro! I wouldn't even be here if you-"

"That is enough!" Cyclops and Pietro crossed their arms and looked away from each other.

"Wut d'you want us ta do wit' da X-Man, Boss?" Gambit asked Magneto. Magneto gave Cyclops a long look and then sighed.

"I will deal with him."

"You sure? We can take the lad out and teach 'im a lesson." Magneto looked sternly at Cyclops.

"I believe I can handle that on my own." Cyclops blushed and scowled. "You may go," Magneto directed to Pyro and Gambit. He waited until they were gone to return his gaze to Cyclops.

"You need better security, especially if you're hurt, Dad."

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you and your X-Men be regrouping?"

"There are like, four of us that weren't captured by those creeps. Oh, and Ma blew up the Institute. Quite frankly, I'm lucky I got out alive." Magneto's eyes went wide.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Ma pretended to be the Professor and then blew up the Mansion. This was after she practically kicked me off the team because I refused to listen to Alverz."

"You weren't supposed to have gone today, anyways, Scott. I'd told you that."

"I'm the only one who didn't go, and you're still going off on me like I did it!" Magneto clenched his fists, and Scott saw his father's muscles bulge. "I'm sorry."

"Pietro."

"Yes Papa?"

"Go check on Colossus and then keep an eye on Pyro and Gambit again. Make sure no one else comes through."

"Not even-"

"I didn't even want your brother getting in."

"Got it." Pietro sped away and Magneto rubbed his face.

"I need something stronger," he muttered.

"What happened to you? I've never seen you hurt before," Scott admitted, taking in the now slightly bloodied bandage around Magneto's shoulder.

"Your sister felt I needed time without my powers and then decided that I also deserved to have a Sentinel fall on me. Had it not been for Pietro, I would have died."

"She's insane, Dad. I don't understand why Ma busted her out."

"Because Wanda was useful to Mystique's plans to take me out."

"If Ma wanted to take you out, she should've just asked. I'm sure dinner and a movie wouldn't have been turned down."

"You're already on thin ice, Cyclops. Don't push your luck."

"Sorry, Vic," Scott mumbled.

"What was that?" Sabretooth questioned. Scott crossed his arms and scowled.

"Scott Lensherr, you will answer your godfather."

"I said sorry."

"Would you like for me to take him to your office and get the whole story, Erik?" Magneto rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"I'd like to hear it first-hand."

"Come on, Dad. Vic can tape it or something. You need to rest." Erik raised his eye.

"Since when do I need advice from my seventeen year old son?"

"I've had enough shoulder wounds to know how to treat them. You need a stronger medicine than whatever pill you just took, plus lots of rest. Vic will get the whole story out of me, and then we'll fill you in."

"I'd like to be a part of this, Scott."

"Dad," Erik narrowed his eyes.

"You will tell me now." Scott shook his head.

"Vic, back me up. Tell him he needs to rest. He listens to you."

"Sorry, kid. You should go on and tell him what happened."

"I don't want to argue about this-"

"Then don't, Scott. Do as I say or we're going to be having a much different conversation." Scott huffed.

"I just don't think it'll do any- OW!" Scott reached back and covered his behind.

"Your father has told you one too many times to tell him what happened. Quit acting like a fool and tell him what he wants to know, or I'll turn you over my knee myself." Scott threw his hands up in surrender.

"All right, I'll tell you. Just give me a second." Scott took a deep breath and leaned against the wall before he started his story.