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There was only one agent, called Rumlow, who had problems with me and Chase joining the altercations with the Brotherhood. The other agents were more relieved when they realized they would have some Mutants on their side. Maybe that could stop any more animosity from growing.

"They're not a part of S.H.I.E.L.D.," Rumlow was saying to Steve. "They shouldn't even be here."

"You're dealing with a rioting Brotherhood," I explained to him slowly as a way to make him understand. "S.H.I.E.L.D. swooping in to stop them won't make them settle at all."

"Stryker's got that," he told me.

I rolled my eyes. "And that's only going to make things worse."

Chase showed me a message I had on my phone, from one of the X-Men. They would help stop the Brotherhood and protect as many humans as they could, innocent or otherwise.

"You'll need us to work with any friendly Mutants," I told him. "So. . .deal with it."

Rumlow frowned, but he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop that from happening. It was too late by that point, so that was how we became involved with the Cure Riots.

Magneto, Eric Lensherr, was a very charismatic man, and if you listen to him speak, you'd be surprised to learn that many of the languages (English, Spanish, Italian, and Chinese) were not his native language. He grew up only speaking German, so he had to teach himself how to speak those different languages. The Brotherhood respected him so much that they would rather die for him than submit to Homo sapiens rule or betray him.

Mystique lost her powers from the cure when she stood in between Magneto and a few Mardies. It was only when he seemingly left her behind because she wasn't one of them anymore did she finally betray them. She was once one of the only people, beside his own children, that he trusted enough to tell most of his plans.

She was in an interrogation room with her arms crossed as she stared down Natasha Romanoff, probably one of the few people in the whole world who were not only unafraid of her but not fooled by her.

"Raven Darkholme -" Natasha was trying to say, but the fully human Mystique interrupted her.

She was wearing an expression of anger and hate. "That's my slave name."

They went back and forth like that for several moments before Mystique seemed to finally cave, and she told the agent everything. Possible plans and where they had their main base of operations.

Steve watched and listened to what was happening with narrowed eyes and a frown that matched his suspicions. He could see through Mystique's act, but Rumlow was pretty pleased with that. He was trying to run plans by Steve for his approval.

"What is it?" Rumlow finally asked him, becoming pretty fed up with no agreement being made and by Steve''s half-hearted responses.

"It's too easy," Steve told him. "She gave everything up far too easily."

"Anyone who's a part of the Brotherhood would rather die than betray the Brotherhood," I told him. "And, she was a part of the inner circle."

"She sacrificed her powers for Magneto to escape," Rumlow told me. "And, he coolly left her behind just for being human. He didn't care how loyal she was to him. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

"If he was that cold to her," I told him, giving a dark laugh at what he had told me. "Then why did he leave her alive? She obviously knew too much."

Rumlow shook his head and rolled his eyes at what I had told him. It was pretty clear that he didn't take me seriously enough to follow my suggestions. He was the one with the experience, not me. In the end, he got his way, and we went to that location where Mystique had led us to. Rumlow took a few S.T.R.I.K.E. agents with him, leaving me and Chase behind.

It was a trap.

"You know the guy in charge, right?" Chase asked me, keeping his voice low and talking behind his hand.

I made a face. "Yeah."

"Maybe you should talk to him," he told me.

I didn't really need to get up because Pierce walked towards us, and he wanted to speak to me. I made small hand gesture that only Chase would know the meaning of to say my displeasure. Grandma didn't like him, and our old math teacher hated him. All were pretty recent realizations at that point in time.

I did follow him into an empty office, and he sat behind the desk.

"Dr. McCoy requests your assistance," he told me. "In dealing with the Brotherhood."

"Alright," I said, keeping my voice quiet and almost tremulous.

"You don't need to work for him yet," he said, sounding concerned for my safety. "And, this isn't what an intern would do."

"I want to help him, though," I told him. I made it sound like I would help anyone who needed my help, and that wasn't difficult because that's what I would do anyway. And, he knew it.

"Then take your friend," he told me. "Maybe he'll keep an eye on you and help you."

I gave him a small and serious nod, and he seemed to be pretty pleased that I understood the seriousness of the situation I would be in.

"He's on his way," he told me. "But, you still have the chance to back away from this."

"I know," I told him. "But, I still want to help."

Dr. Hank McCoy of the Department of Mutant Affairs, and the X-Man known as the Beast, was the smart and scholarly type of person, and he was very good with rhetoric, showing that he was the right type of politician. Agents around him gave him strange looks. His appearance could be unsettling if they didn't expect it. He had blue cat-like fur that covered his entire body, but he was the type of person who didn't care about what people thought about his appearance. It took him almost five decades to do that.

The agents stayed out of his way as he walked towards us, and they seemed to be pretty relieved that he was taking me and Chase with him. When we were out of the building, he turned to us. He looked pretty grave.

"He managed to get a large number of followers," he told us. "And, there are a few of us who are willing to fight back."

We looked at each other, pretty sure what we were going to do, nothing was going to keep us from joining.

"You have two more," I told him. My voice became steely and full of fire.

The X-Men were ready for what could only be called a last stand. Storm, Jean, Cyclops, Wolverine, Beast, and the two of us. There was that S.T.R.I.K.E. team with Steve and parts of the Mutant Response Division, so we would have to be fighting both sides. It really was going to be our last stand.

Magneto was going to force the idea of Mutant superiority down the throats of the country and then the world. Take down the current government and destroy her agencies to create his perfect all-Mutant government.

By Pyro's hand, that part of the city began to burn.