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"Erik?"

He turned adjusting his outfit, "What? Dear."

"Why are you wearing armor? A cape? And ... A helmet?" Mia asked, sitting on the bed. She had her hair in a messy bun and she wore a nightie with Erik's shirt over it.

"The helmet blocks the telepathic powers of other mutants like Charles, or others able to get into the head of a person."

"And the armor and the cape?"

Erik looked in the mirror a moment, then puffed out his chest, "Because I like them," he said, taking a break, proud of his reflection. Mia laughed and got up to walk towards him. When she was just at a few inches from him, she put her hand on the bottom of his armor and adjusted it.

"Don't get killed, Magneto."

"It has never been an option," he said darkly. She looked up at him and smiled.

It's been two days they were in Washington. Erik was not really with her, he went out a lot. He had told her about a plan involving robots of Trask but she had not paid much attention. There was a little time, they knew, but Erik already saw her as a mutant ally. She had not left when she could have on several occasions. Mia stayed with him and he liked it, above all Erik liked loyalty.

"This helmet looks ridiculous," she laughed and he smiled.

"This helmet is perfect."

"I don't even to see your face, just your scary blue eyes and your jaw." He smirked. "Uhm can I ask you to do something, especially not to do something?"

"It depends on what."

"Uhm just ... Don't kill people ... Please." She said softly.

"Sorry Mia, but I will kill people."

"Uhm maybe you should not ... Maybe you can do what you planed to do without hurting people."

"I don't want to hurt people, I wanna hurt non-mutants."

"Erik, could you stop telling-"

"I don't understand why you even care about people you don't know, why you care about non-mutants. After all they have done to you, you still want me to give 'em a merci."

She frowned. "What are you talking about?" She murmured sadly.

"I know exactly what they have done to you during your five years in captivity. I know exactly what you have done, subject Rogers."

He walked away from her and pulled out a folder from a bag and hit it on her chest. Her legs wobbled and she fell weeping.

When Erik infiltrated the Pentagon with only two ball bearings to take the guards and get his helmet, he also decided to seek information about Mia and he found some. He found her folder where there was all the characteristics of her mutation and all the missions she had accomplished. To say that Erik was stunned was an understatement. The sweet facade of Mia was quickly replaced by the meaningful information on her folder. Mia had killed people, many people. She helped sink ships and even submarines. She had been used as a weapon of mass destruction by humans but nevertheless she continued to defend them.

"Either you're a hypocrite, or you're stupid. Stop protecting them, it is useless because they will never protect you," he said harshly. Mia had her head down and wept silently, looking at the pictures in the folder. "LOOK AT ME!" He cried and she quickly looked up. "You should come with me and fight for our cause, Mia."

She shook her head, "No ... I am not strong enough ... I can't ... I am sorry I can't do that. I would not live by myself knowing that I hurt more people than I have already done. Please don't force me to do that ... I am sorry, Erik ... I can't- "

"FINE! I'll end this war alone."

After that, Erik walked to the balcony and flew into the air, leaving Mia crying on the floor of the hotel room.


Mia was a wreck. The memories of what she did, what they forced her to do during the war, haunted her. That was why she didn't like the dark, because it reminded her of the ocean at night. Darkness plunged her anew into this ocean to kill people by drowning them. Mia could still hear the muffled cries. All innocent lives she was forced to take haunted her. Mia had reached breaking point when the X-Men entered the pentagon. That's why she begged, that's why she asked for help. Because she could no longer live with herself in the same cage. Mia was exhausted and wanted to get out and the X-Men took her out. Now, she seemed to be back to the square one. Sitting on the floor in a room without possibility to go out and live a normal life. Mia wanted a normal life.

When Erik came into the room, he found Mia sat on the floor, her head on her knees, sniffing.

Erik took off his cape, his gloves, his armor and his thin sweater inside. Once shirtless, he went to sit next to Mia who always had her head down. He had a bent leg with the long arm resting on his knees. He stared at the wall in front of him, lost in his own thoughts.

"I raised an entire baseball stadium today..." he said to impress her, but Mia said nothing. "I wanted to kill the US President but I failed. At least, the war has been avoided. This is the only thing that was accomplished as planned. The rest was a fiasco." He sighed, "I think I should-"

"I think you should shut the fuck up," Mia looked up. Erik was not dazed by the vulgarity in her words, but by her audacity. "I'm tired you know. Tired of this life that turn around mutants and non-mutants. And me? I don't want to be just a mutant. I want to be a woman, I want to go out to have fun, make friends, find love."She began to cry. "I want to live without the specter of fear and death hanging over my head. And you? Don't tell me you don't want it too... a family. Don't dare tell me that you don't want a simple life, Erik. Because if you tell me that, you're lying to yourself. Everyone wants a peaceful and happy life ... Even a stubborn man like you."

Erik had his mouth open, ready to say something, but nothing came out. Mia sniffed and wiped her tears. She got up and began walking in the room to gather her stuff.

"What are you doing Mia? Mia?"

She didn't answer, she put a large suitcase on the bed and began to throw her clothes hanging inside. Erik sighed and stood up.

"Mia? Where do you think you will go?"

"I don't know... I just want... I don't know," Mia's eyes took a crystal blue color as she continued to cry.

"Mia!" He growled.

"No Erik! No, don't say a word, don't say a fucking word! Don't you get tired of all this mutant affair? I want to live, I want to breathe... I thought I could be myself with you but you are just like them. "

He laughed without humor, "you're young and naive."

"And you're old and desperate," she shouted angrily. They were just in front of one other, so close that Mia felt the breathing of Erik on her face. She wanted to scream at him, hit him, tell him how much she ached to see the photos again. Mia was so angry that she deliberately chose to ignore the blood that flowed slowly from Erik's throat from a gunshot wound. But Erik did something she didn't expect.

He leaned in, taking her cheek in one hand, and kissed her. A sweet, slow kiss. He pecked her lips before pressing his lips on hers. They had their eyes open, Mia's eyes returned to their natural brown color. Mia's heart was pounding so hard that she was sure he could hear it. He edged away by releasing his hand and waited. He waited for her to say something but Mia didn't know if she could move her lips in her current state.

"Let's go somewhere ... Somewhere where we can start a new life." He said softly, "I have a house in Poland, no one knows of its existence. It is located in the forest next to a small village. We can move there, live like non-mutants. You can find work as ... as a seamstress. "

"But I don't know how to sew," she said sadly and he chuckled.

"We can start a new life, if you want."

Mia looked down and touched her lips with her fingers dreamily. She looked up and nodded, "Yes, I will. I dream about it ... I want it so much."

"Okay," he turned his head toward her suitcase in bulk on the bed, "you can continue doing your suitcase, as soon as you're ready, we will go." Mia jumped on Erik with a bright smile on her face and ran in the room. Erik laughed, seeing her so excited, he decided to gather his case too.

While he arranged his stuff, Erik thought of the kiss he gave her. Certainly, it was he who kissed her and she just remained frozen, but he loved it. This kiss was ridiculous compared to what he had already done with the other women but that kiss, that kiss was special. His heart swelled, knowing that he was the first.

"I'm done! We can go to Poland!" She cried, smiling and he mocked.

"Maybe you should wear something ... More ... You know."

She looked down at her clothes. She was wearing the same shirt and her nightie. Mia blushed sheepishly and walked to the bathroom. When she slammed the door, Erik started to laugh.

Mia emerged a few minutes later, she wore a white dress with straight yellow lines and a white belt that emphasized her hourglass size, matching leather boots and hoop earrings in yellow gold. She wiped her face, crumpled by her earlier tears, and her hair was in a tight bun top.

"How do I look?" Mia squirmed before him.

"Pretty," he whispered.


The trip was grueling. At least, the travel was faster in private jet than in a normal airline. Erik seemed to have money in all major cities of the world except Poland. Before the trip, she went to a big bank money to take behalf piles of cash. Erik could not show himself the public, he was wearing a big hat and sunglasses. It was his fault, he was a fugitive from his own fault and Mia did not fail to remind him. He assured her that they will live darkly but at least the money will help them to start.

Arriving in the Polish capital, they bought a banal old car and some home supplies. The rear seat and rear male was filled with things and canned food. They had bought the necessities. Erik knew that there was no supermarket in kilometers from the village. Just some small rural market. He urged Mia to buy everything she needed.

She was embarrassed, finally absolutely embarrassed when he saw his feminine hygiene articles. The blush on her cheeks stayed for the half of the trip.

It took twelve hours to leave the big city and arrive in the small village. It was already night. It was very late and the rain beat down hard. Knowing that the house in the woods had been inhabited for ages and it needed a serious dust and several arrangements, he preferred to stop at the only hostel in the city. Erik carried Mia asleep to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. He sat on the rustic bed and lay on with his clothes. The room was lit by a storm lamp, he could see the flames dancing on the ceiling. He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

The next day, Mia woke up with a was a hammer noise that echoed throughout the house. She desperately needed water. Her throat was dry and she felt weak. Mia got up and saw that she was lying in a large bed with white sheets. The room was rustic wood. There was a large wooden wardrobe and almost all the furniture was wooden. There was a small hurricane lamp placed on the bedside table. Their suitcases were placed on the ground. Mia squinted in the sunlight passing through the smooth white curtains. The room was nice and warm.

She smiled, thinking that Erik had to carry her to the bed, and maybe sleep beside her. At least he didn't touch her, she still wore the same clothes she wore before leaving Washington. She got off the bed, she took off her boots and she went to the bathroom from the bedroom. She grimaced, the bathroom needed a sponge neck. Dust and mold had grown on the sink, the floor and the bathtub. She sighed but did not discourage. Erik banged something with a hammer, even if it was not with his hands. It was doing something for their home and Mia was determined to do the same.

She took a chocolate bar in her bag and ate it all. She undressed and put a short dungarees jeans and took a white T-shirt of Erik. Mia liked poking his clothes, anyway, he never said anything about it. She looked out the window and inhaled the fresh air, she saw Erik down and she screamed his name. Erik almost jumped hearing her voice.

"ERIK! Oh my God, is it a lake? Erik! It's a lake, isn't it?" She cried, pointing to the lake side of the house. Erik wiped the sweat off his forehead before answering.

"Yes, you should be happier."

"I am happy, I am fucking happy."

"Where did you learn to swear like a sailor, Mia?"

"I am not a child! Magneto," she shouted at him, annoyed.

"Shhh don't, don't call me like that, especially when you are shouting. Someone can hear you"

She laughed. "Sorry," she said loud enough and he rolled his eyes. "I will take care of the household," she said and disappeared into the house.

Mia used her powers to clean the two rooms of the house. There were so dirty, she could spray water on the dirty surfaces but she had to rub and she rubbed. None of them had eaten all day. They were busy at house work. Mia was busy washing and Erik took care of everything piping and manual labor. The last time he had used as his hands was when he lived with her mother and he helped her to do chores.

He found himself watching Mia rub the soil longer than necessary. She was quite attractive as a woman but he considered her too young for him. He was seven years older than she. Mia was beautiful but too young.

Mia could not help but ogling him too. She did not see the age difference. She just saw a strong man who offered her a new life. She felt butterflies in her stomach every time she thought about the kiss he gave her.

At the end of the day, the house was clean and tidy. The piping was functional and sparkling, even the fireplace was clean and there was a fire that burned. Erik took a bath while Mia was washed in the lake. They sat before the fireplace and ate from cans.

"I am so tired," Mia said, snuggling.

Erik was hurt because his neck ached. He passed a hand over it, wincing. "I'm more tired than you, I assure you."

You used your powers most of the time."

"Mia, if you would not have noticed we are in a wooden house," she laughed. "I had to work with my hands too. Now my back and my neck make me suffer."

Mia bit her lower lip, "Uhm ... Do you want me to ...give you a massage? I know a how to do a massage."

He turned to her and nodded. Erik lay on his belly and let Mia give him a massage. He moaned almost each time she passed her soft hands on him. She used her powers to relieve tension between the tissues around his neck.

"Your hands are divine!" He groaned eyes closed.

"Who could know that the great Magneto like back massages."

"I'm no longer Magneto..."

"Who are you now?"

"Now I am Henryk Gurzsky."

"And me? Who am I?"

"Mia ... Mia Gurzsky."

"Please don't tell me I will pretend to be your sister," she begged, and he laughed.

"No, you will pretend to be my wife."