Two quick Authors' notes before we get started!

1) Work picked up so much! I'm talking 10 hours days (9 am to 6/7 pm), sometimes working over the weekend- picked up. So I haven't had nearly as much time to write as I use to for writing.

2) Quick disclaimer! The plot of the movie has been mostly adapted from Magneto #0 pages 13-24, which had been originally printed in X-Men Classic #12. It's an amazing comic that I came across while searching through my local comic books stores old comic box back in 2002. Aside from my character's reactions to them, I'm taking a lot of the dialogue directly from the comic and adding stuff to it. At least until we get to the dinosaurs- that's going to be all original fanfiction from me.

This comic forms, what I believe to be, the core of Magneto's character (Until X-Men Magneto Testament came out and just added SO MUCH to cannon! Is anyone else mad they list Magneto's real name as Erik in the new Dawn of X comic books or is it just me? ) and it's why I've been unable to view him as just a villain. But I supposed that what makes him such a good villain. I won't lie, I have two "Magneto was Right" t-shirts that I wear with pride. Do I care a bit too much about the psychology of a fictional character? Yes, yes I do. But if I didn't we wouldn't be here, so there you go

3)Also, the writer's block is real! Making myself write as a movie was a bad idea- It's taking a long time (on top of having less time to write) to get past these events and make them good. I'm trying to get through the movie and over this writer's block.

With all of that being said- enjoy Part 2 of movie night that took me over a month to write!

Please enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-two / Twenty-two:

The movie resumed, showing a panned shot of the city of Rio De Janerio. Magneto found himself smiling as he watched the city's skyline pass across the screen. He has generously enjoyed the city, the nightlife with all its' sensational restaurants. Isabella had always enjoyed pushing him out of his comfort zone. He missed her dearly. She had been a lovely woman, whose only crime had been befriending him.

He found himself taking a deep breath before he sipped the tea Rogue had provided him. She was right, he was going to need every last drop of the honey chamomile to soothe his soul.

The skyline faded and the shot showed a close-up of water, which was quickly disturbed with ripples as a women's scream was heard.

'They haven't even introduced her and already they're going to kill her?' he asked in disbelief. The shot panned up to show, as the scream turned to laughter, that a woman wearing a bikini had been pushed into the pool by a man, who in turn jumped in after her. 'What was the point in that?' he questioned.

'Foreshadowing,' Rogue commented. He felt the expression on his face drop, replaced with a blank stare.

'Oh,' he thought irked.

The shot continued to pane across the swimming pool to show, Agent M, still in a full tuxedo, sitting by the pool at an orange patio set, reading a newspaper. His stuffy attire in clear contrast to the setting, as a couple of women, in proper bathing suits, gave him incredulous looks as they passed him by. He paid them no mind, as he lifted a glass, filled with some sort of dark liquor.

Magneto couldn't help but give the beverage a second glance. Not that it matters, but he much preferred wine to liquors, and given the time of day, it was far too early for alcohol of any kind. He wondered what the movie was trying to say about his character.

He heard Rogue let out a short laugh.

'Nothing,' she told him. 'It's another James Bond thing. He's always drinking,' she informed him.

'Ah, I see, thank you,' he replied. 'Why is he always drinking?' he found himself asking despite himself.

'He's a raging alcoholic who kills people for a living. It used to be because he's cool,' she said. He didn't have to look over at her to know she had rolled her eyes as she said it. 'But it kinda turned into his coping mechanism for his job. It even worse in the books the movies are based off of,' Rogue answered.

'Which you've read?' he asked with interest.

'I tried but they're hard to get through. The misogyny is intense. I get it was a different time, but still. I kept getting angry reading them,' she replied as he saw a woman start to walk up to Agent M. She had long black hair, pulled back in a ponytail, which matched her dark bikini and skirt. He assumed her to be Isabella. He wanted to continue speaking with Rogue, he was enjoying learning more about her hobbies, but for the moment needed to turn his attention back fully to the screen.

"Excuse me, senhor, are you aware that it is a cardinal sin for anyone to be so formally dressed on Ipanema's beach on a night of Carnival?" Isabella said

"Isabella, this is just the way I carry myself," he commented as he folded up the newspaper.

"For shame, sweetheart. You'll never make a Carioca," she said as he stood up. "Sorry, I'm late," she said as he moved to kiss her cheek, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"I don't mind. You're always worth the wait," he said as he backed up from her, keeping his hand on her shoulder.

"Flatterer," she smiled, cocking her head to one side.

"Although I must confess, Isabella, in this getup, I'd never think of you as my professional doctor," he said.

"That's why I insisted on meeting you here to present the wild side of my nature. Do you mind?" she asked with a smile. Agent M lips formed a sly smirk.

"Not at all, dear. Perhaps we can take our conversation to another location?" he asked as wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Oh, did you have a venue in mind?" she asked knowingly as they started to walk.

"I know just the spot," he said. Isabella let out a soft giggle as they walked around the pool before the screen turned black. The next shot faded in, showing a darkened room. The shot panned over to show Agent M and Isabella in a tight embrace, his lips on her neck as his fingers moved to untie the top of her bikini.

Magneto's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen.

"No," he said as he quickly grabbed the remote control and stopped the movie.

"Hey," Bobby exclaimed as a few of the others let us annoyed groans.

"It was just getting good," Toad commented. Next to him, Rogue started to laugh, rather loudly.

"At least one of us is amused," Magneto stated dryly as he watched Rogue. Her eyes were closed and she was holding her hand to her face, her body was shaking as she laughed. He felt his lip curve up, unable to help himself, at the sight of his girl's delight. "Isabella and I never had the chance to- … Why is there a sex scene?" he asked dryly.

"James Bond," Rogue answered as she started to gain control over herself.

"Again?" he asked annoyed as he watched Rogue take a deep breath. "First the tuxedo, then the alcohol, now this?" he asked irked.

"You can't have an action spy movie with a sex scene. It ain't done, sugar," she told him. He found himself letting out another sigh.

"We don't have to watch this," Charles offered.

"Just give me the remote. I'll fast forward past it," Rogue offered. He gave Charles an appreciative nod as he passed Rogue the remote.

"And why? Why aren't they bothering to change any of the names?" Magneto asked annoyed.

"Everyone's dead," Rogue shrugged. "No one left to offend. Whoever's responsible for this probably assumes you're dead too," she said.

"Or doesn't care one way or the other," he said dryly as he looked down at her.

"Hey, don't look at me, I was nine when the movie came out," Rogue said with a soft laugh. He found his anger diminished slightly as he chuckled at Rogue's anecdote.

"Ah Rogue," Cyclops spoke up. "Savage Vendetta came out in nineteen-ninety-one. That would make you twenty," he pointed out amused. Magneto watched fear flashed in Rogue's eyes for a mere second before it was gone.

"I was seven-" she said. "Six," she corrected quickly. "Whatever," she commented angrily. "Joke's still funny," she defended as she stared at the screen. Magneto looked down at with a curious expression. She avoided his gaze as she stared at the screen, fast-forwarding the movie, as her leg started to tap against the floor, in a nervous gesture.

"I was hardly accusing you, Rogue," Magneto said aloud, feigning delight as she resumed the movie. He turned his attention to the screen, intending to draw attention away from Rogue. Agent M was laying on the bed, shirtless as Isabella sat next to him, giving him a back massage. He knew it was only a matter of moments before Isabella would be killed. 'What's wrong?' he asked.

'Aside from not being able to do basic math?' she asked annoyed as she placed the remote between them on the couch.

'Yes, aside from that?' he asked as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes flashed to his for a mere moment before turning back to the screen.

'Going for five, huh?' she asked, her tone dry.

'Five?' he started to ask- until it occurred to him what she meant by her statement. 'No, dear, I will not attempt to interrogate you for a fifth time today. However, thank you for confirming there is something to know,' he thought as he focused on the movie once more as he heard a groan of pain.

Agent M was once again holding his head in agony.

"My head. Throbbing," Agent M muttered before screaming again.

"Sweetheart?" Isabella asked as she put her hands on his shoulders.

"It's alright, it's alright," he muttered. "It's passed."

"You should be in the hospital," Isabella told him as she rubbed his back.

"To what end? All your tests can find neither cause nor cure for my condition."

"Perhaps this will make a difference," she offered as she started to rub his shoulders. Agent M relaxed against the bed again as he let out a sigh of relief.

"Magic fingers. Isabella, if you ever wish to change professions, you're guaranteed to make a killing as a masseuse," he said.

"Lucky me," she said seldomly. "Incredible, I've never felt so tense a back. Steel is more malleable," she said as Magneto found himself letting out a small chuckle at the exchange. "Stress tension, I wonder? A result of your profession?"

"Perhaps," Agent M muttered.

"What I keep forgetting is how different you are from the rest of us," she said.

"A unique clearly superior being," Agent M said with a smirk. Magneto let out a huff at that. His eyes flashing to his son's as he heard Pietro let out a laugh.

"Okay, this scene makes a lot more sense now," Magma whispered. There were a few nods and sounds of affirmation from around the room.

"Totally," Shadowcat whispered.

"Hush," Isabella said, which also served to quiet the room. "I am serious," she said as someone began to move in the shadows behind her.

The glint of metal appeared on screen, it was the edge of a knife. Followed shifty by the emergence of the man who wielded it- every inch of him covered in black- who was silence like the grave as he took one meticulous step after another towards the bed.

"Your seizures involve your central nervous system, that much is clear and something is disturbing them," she said before the weapon as posed at Isabella's throat. She didn't have a moment to object before her knife was run across her flesh, blood pouring out of her wound. Blood hit Agent M's back and his eyes opened.

"What?" Agent M asked in confusion as he turned to gawk at the man, the large knife in one hand and a fist full of Isabella's hair in the other holding her up, displaying her lifeless body. Agent M was clearly in shock.

Magneto took that moment to reach for the tea-cup. His eyes closed as downed its entire contents in one go. He opened his eyes again to see Rogue holding the teapot. He presented his cup to him and she refilled it.

'Thank you. It's helping,' he thought. Rogue gave him a sympathetic nod before returning the teapot to the table.

"Well done, Agent J, professional as always," a new voice called out. Magneto glanced back up at the movie to see five additional men emerged from the shadows, all of them looked to be federal agents dressed in suits. The man stalked up to them as the assassin callously throwing Isabella's corpse onto the bed.

"Control," Agent M asked confused as he gawked at the body. "What is the meaning of this? I don't understand. Why kill-" he asked in a flurry of questions as he stared up at Control, his handler from the CIA.

"That should be obvious," Control said as he stepped up to the bed. "Ah, kiddo, why couldn't you have just done what you were told?" he asked condescendingly. "It would have made all of our lives and hers so much easier," he said as glanced down at the corpse of Isabella.

"I don't-" Agent M started to protest.

"But no," Control continued. "You had to go hot dog it. Go off on your own. Act without orders,"

"That never matters before," Agent M yelled.

"That's when you were capturing their Nazis. The other's sides. Richter was one of ours. He was a very vital asset."

"Ours, theirs? What the devil are you talking about? They're Nazis. War criminals," he exclaimed.

"Wake up, Agent M, and see the world for what it truly is. The Russians are the enemy now and we'll work with whoever is necessary to beat the communist bastards. If that means we had to work with some of Hitler's old boys. That's what we'll do. Nothing for it, Agent M. Thems' the breaks. We'll use them like we use your Agents," the man concluded.

Magneto pulled the remote to his hand and paused the movie.

"Mutie," Magneto said aloud. "Control said they would use the Nazi's just like they used us Muties. We had barely begun calling ourselves Mutants before they came up with a smear, a racial slur, to demean us. I remember it being the first time I'd ever heard our kind called that. It certainly wasn't the last," Magneto commented in anger before he resumed the movie.

"Control," Agent M screamed as he got to his feet. "I trusted you. Believed you lies you told me. You're worse than they could ever be," he screamed before he grabbed his head and began yelling out in pain again as he fell to his knees.

"Give me credit for not being a complete idiot," Control said as he pulled out a remote from his suit jacket. Control gestured to his men. They moved from Control's side towards Agent M. The man on the left, discarded his knife on the bed before the two men picked up Agent M, displaying him for Control.

"I'm your case officer. We know what you're capable of. We slipped you a little something during your intake process. A little experimental drug of ours. We've been dosing you for months. Pretty easy to do to a guy who drinks as much as you," he said.

'Ridiculous,' Magneto thought bemused as he shook his head in disapproval.

"Your dear dead doctor couldn't pick up on what we've dosed you with. There's no test for it. She may not have known what causes your seizures but we certainly do. We've found it useful for training difficult beasts such as yourself.

"What?" Magneto asked as he heard Agent M asked the same question at precisely the same time. He heard Rogue let out a soft laugh next to him.

"Here, I'll show you," Control said before he held down a button on the remote. Agent M let out another long scream, his entire body shaking with pain, as Control walked over to him. His head was hung low as sweat dripped down his face onto the floor. "Pretty nifty, huh?" he asked, which he received no response to. "Now," he said. "It would be a shame to lose such a talented agent, wouldn't it boys?" he asked.

"A crying shame, boss," the man on Agent M's left said as he seized Agent's M's hair, forcing him to look up at Control.

"Let's discuss new terms for our arrangement, shall we?" Control asked knowingly as he shook the remote in his hand. Magneto let out a sigh as he paused the movie.

"This is pure fiction," he said to the room. "There was no drug. What Control adorned himself with, that night was a vest that was capable of reflecting and amplifying my powers back against me. He had no intention of manipulating me into compliance. He came to the hotel room to murder an agent the United States government no longer deemed useful, in as painful a method he could devise. Simple as that," he said, as he curbed his anger.

He felt the tension in response to his words- a glance around the room told him all he needed to know- the children in particular were uncomfortable. Hard truths often had that effect. He decided not to allow anyone to have the chance and resumed the movie.

"Or you could have another round of pain. I got time, pal. Nothing better than breaking in an asset. So, which will it be?" he asked. Agent M spit in Control's face. Control pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his cheek clean, a disgusted look on his face. "Have it your way," he said with narrowed eyes before he pressed the button again.

Another long scream erupted from Agent M's mouth as the men let him fall to the ground, his hands moving to grasp his head.

"Had enough?" Control asked as he removed his finger from the button.

"Why?" Agent M started to ask as he stood up- his motions looked pained. "Why Isabella?" he asked as he stumbled backward, crashing into the size of the bed. "Why not come for me when I was alone? You've had so many chances," he said desperately as he painfully lifted himself back up.

"Our associates wanted their pound of flesh," he said before pressing the button again. Agent M stumbled, falling onto the bed, face first, his upper half on the bed, his feet still on the floor. The shot focused on Agent M's face, his eyes snapping open, as he glanced at the knife on the bed, only a few inches away from him.

"Sorry, pal," Control said as Agent M fought to catch his breath, his hands taking in a fist full of the blanket, the knife becoming tangled within the fabric and out of view. He grabbed at the bedding, pulling it closer to him, he looked as though he was attempting to get onto the bed.

"You're playing in the big leagues now. In our line of business it's better not to have friends or family," Control said as Agent M, fall back into the floor, the blanket coming with him. "They only become a liability, as you've seen firsthand. Now, you ready to play ball, Agent?" he asked.

"No more, please," Agent M whispered, the shot paned to Agent M's hand which was now grasping the knife against his chest, still out of view of the federal officers. "No more. I'll do whatever you say," he muttered his voice stained.

"See boys, I told you he was smart," Control said mockingly. "Who likes pain? Am I right?" he asked as Agent M stood up. He quickly threw the knife, hitting the remote out of Controls' hand and into the wall behind him, destroying the handlers' means of domineering him.

"Yes," Iceman exclaimed.

"That was awesome," Multiple said before a new fight scene began. Agent M started to fight everyone in the room, punches and kicks were abound. Agent M broke the arm of one man, before kicking in his kneecap, causing the goon to fall to the floor, crying out in pain. The next opponent was taken out much more efficiently- a well-timed punch to the gut, Agent M's hands around the man's neck as he bolded over, and a quick snap of the neck.

"Brutal," Avalanche muttered, his tone energized.

'You won't be needing that cup anymore,' Rogue informed him.

'Is that a fact?' he asked as he did as she suggested- returning the teacup to the table.

'Yup. Now you get ta see why I wanted you to watch this,' Rogue told him. Magneto glanced over at her and noted the satisfied smirk on her face.

"Hold him off, boys," Control yelled turning his attention back to the screen. Amidst the chaos, Control and one of the henchman had run for the exit, swung open the door.

"This isn't over, Control," Agent M screamed as his former handler and the assassin fled the room, the door swung ajar in their wake. Agent M let out a frustrated grunt as he moved towards the exit. The two remaining men, moved in front of him, blocking his path. "We don't have to do this. Let me past and I'll spare your lives," he offered.

"No dice, bucko," one of the men said as he pulled out a knife from his jacket pocket. Magneto let out an amused huff.

'These men don't stand a chance,' he thought amused.

'No, they really don't,' Rogue agreed, her tone entertained, as the fighting continued.

'Imagine if I'd had to fight them one-on-one,' he pondered as punches were thrown and knife strikes were dodged.

'Pretty sure you killed all of Control's man when you collapsed the side of the hotel,' Rogue pointed out.

'No doubt of that, my girl,' he concurred.

'Do you ever regret what you did?' she asked. He glanced over at her with a raised eyebrow. 'I don't mean that you killed Control. Fuck that guy,' she thought strongly, earning a smirk from him. 'I mean, how you killed him,' she said.

'I've never given it much thought,' he admitted before he turned back to the screen, the fight scene continued.

'Well, I'm asking ya to do that now,' Rogue said.

He took a moment to consider Rogue's question. Did he regret how he killed Control? How he tossed him into the cold vast vacuum of space? Now that he thought about it- he wasn't quite sure how he had actually died or how long it had taken. Lack of oxygen surely would have rendered the man unconscious. Which would have only given the man ten- maybe fifteen- second to lament every choice that led him to that moment. He probably felt nothing has he expired- either due to the cold- or perhaps the pressure of the vacuum had gotten to him.

That didn't sit well with him- now that he thought about it.

'He should have suffered more and he should have felt every last pain-filled second of his death,' Magneto answered.

'So his death wasn't brutal enough for you?' she asked. 'Then why did you do it?' she asked.

'He made me feel weak. Killing Isabella, turning my powers against me with that damn vest of his. The audacity to think such a device would render me powerless. He had no idea who he was fighting and it cost him his life. It was the last time- the last time I debased myself under the authority of Homo sapiens. I did it because I wanted the manner of his death to be incomprehensible to him. I want him to die in such a way that no other human had ever died before,' he finished.

'Well, you're definitely accomplished that,' Rogue said. Unable to stop himself, he let out a chuckle in response to her comment, which Rogue responded with a laugh of her own. 'I'd say his death was out of this world,' she said.

He found himself glancing at her dumbfounded as he replayed her last remark in his head. This time she met his gaze before they both laughed.

'That is without a doubt, the worst joke I've ever heard,' he commented as he continued to laugh. 'Also, incredibly inappropriate,' he said.

'Yeah, then why are you laughing so hard, Eisenhardt,' she said smirking at him.

'Because it was hilarious, obviously,' he added as Charles made eye contact with him. He gave his friend an apologetic look as his and Rogue's laughter died down.

Agent M had dispatched the last two goons in the room, their lifeless bodies joined the others on the floor.

Agent M eyed the exit, as he caught his breath. He marched over to the dresser on the right-hand side of the room and pulled out a fresh shirt. As he put it on, his eyes lingered upon Isabella's corpse. He walked stoically over to the exit, taking the doorknob in his hand.

"I'm so sorry. You deserved better," he muttered. Without another room, he left the room slamming the door behind him.

'She did,' Magneto thought, as his mood once again dropped.

'It wasn't your fault what happened to her,' Rogue said.

'Yes, it was,' Magneto responded immediately, almost instinctually.

'No, it wasn't,' Rogue said firmly as he felt her hand on top of his, thankfully further back on the couch and out of anyone's general view. 'It ain't weakness to care about someone,' she said, her fingers entwining with his, as she intensely gripped his hand. 'It ain't selfish to let yourself make a friend, take a lover, and build a home and a life for yourself. I know every time you've tried it's all gone to hell, but you ain't wrong for trying, for wanting it. You didn't deserve to lose Isabella 'cause you dropped your guard with the CIA. You didn't do anything wrong by trusting them. Men like Control will always blame their victims for the evil they put into the world- for the choices, they've made. Fuck that and fuck them,' she thought.

He glanced over at her once again. As per usual, he didn't quite know what to make of her, and her heartfelt declarations of his character. He took a deep breath as he squeezed her hand in his. Choosing, instead of dwelling on her words, to focus back on the movie.


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