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"Sir," Coulson said as soon as he entered the bridge, "Magneto was sighted near the New York Harbor, and thirty-six were confirmed dead by the ground team once the firing stopped."
"Why was Magneto in the area? Last I read, he was busy building a shelter for mutants and training them for an all-out attack on humanity," Fury replied, taking the tablet and viewing the information on it, before with a flick of his wrist he cast the photos upon it into the air. "He didn't just kill them, he shredded their bodies into cheese blocks with the bullets they fired. He was making a statement…but why?"
"When the forensics went through the warehouses, they found three cages in one," Coulson answered, pointing at one of the images and enlarging it, revealing the three rusted cages—and the blood drops within. "Fingerprints over most of the warehouse matched with the bodies outside, and the three blood samples…show mutations in their DNA."
"Must have been Friends of Humanity holding three children hostage," Fury muttered, looking through the analysis of the forensic team. "Magneto must have gone there for recruiting more mutants, but instead found a trap and three children."
"He obviously took the children to his hideout," Coulson said, pointing at a torn-up container.
"We believe he tore this apart to create something to lay the children upon, because I don't think they were in any condition to walk by themselves."
"Someone must have seen a metal plate flying in the air when Magneto left the area," Fury said, handing the tablet back to Coulson as he turned towards the controls of the Helicarrier.
"Recover footage from all of New York and the surrounding states, and check the social media for any videos of Magneto or anything that even remotely looks like him."
"On it sir," he nodded before walking away to carry out his orders, but stopping midway, he turned back and said. "Also, Mr. Richards sent the contact information of a 'Madam Agatha Harkness' along with an apology for forgetting to send it in the first place."
"Trace the information and find every inch of her web presence, telephone records as well as her daily activities," he said, taking in the words projected by the terminal of his right. "Keep a lookout on her and her residence twenty-four seven. If she has a cat, I want to know where its grandparents were born."
"Right away sir."
"It seems as if New York is cursed to be the playground of megalomaniacs, dear people, as a few minutes ago, Magneto, a mutant terrorist known for his anti-human activities and ideology attacked the city unprovoked." A spectacled man said as he pointed towards the floating figure barely illuminated by the lights from the city, the camera moving with his finger to show the view of Magneto floating above a church. "Showing how heartless and cruel his species are, this man has already destroyed three buildings and is now destroying a church right in the fu-"
Before the reporter could continue, the mic in his hands, and the camera in front of him both rose into the air. However, their shouts of surprise were lost in the dozens that their fellow journalists let out as their equipment too began to float upwards.
"I have had enough," a deep voice spoke into the night air, and the whole road went silent at once as Magneto's face came into view, the dozens of mics and cameras all hovering in front of him. "You call me a terrorist…and I am fine with it. If fighting for the survival of my people means that I will be labeled as such by racist, bigoted, outdated humans, then it is of no concern to me."
Magneto stopped for a moment then, and he turned the cameras towards the church he had been floating in front of, "But…let this be a lesson to the so-called Friends of Humanity. I don't mind when you attack me, or try to pressurize the government into attacking me…but I mind it very much when little children are taken in and tortured by you fucking assholes. Today I have destroyed four of your bases, and killed more than two hundred of your people. The next time I even catch wind of a mutant child being abused by your filthy hands…I will end each and every member of your stupid cult—from the lowest grunt reading your pamphlets, to the highest politicians pulling the strings, and their families too."
"What proof do you have?!" Someone shouted, and Magneto turned towards the voice, finding an elderly man standing beside his similarly aged wife. "All we see is a powerful man entering our city and destroying three buildings without a single word! How do we believe that children are being harmed by these Friends of Humanity?!"
"That is probably the first time anyone ever asked for proof…Sir," he said slowly, as stunned by the old man's words as the rest of the public was "As for proof, here it is."
Raven immediately projected the pictures of the three mutants they had rescued, along with their captors from a multi-purpose device laid into the groove of Magneto's helmet. Using the wall as a screen, the images were seen by all the people in the area, and gasps of horror rang out as a few people lost their dinners. Magneto clenched his fingers as he once again saw the cruelty the children had gone through, so reminiscent of his own time in the concentration camps, yet more painful in so many ways.
"Jesus Christ," the man who had asked for the proof muttered as he witnessed the blood on the cages and the beaten bodies of young mutants. "Th-How the hell are these animals being allowed to operate?!"
"Hey, you old nutter!" A voice shouted from the top of the church, and Magneto's eyes snapped up to find an old man clad in…a bishop's robe glaring at the old man, "How dare you question the motive and necessity of our holy organization! God made the Earth for men, and to men, it shall belong! We shall not let filthy things like him and his kind live! Look how invasive and…utterly at odds with God's laws their powers are! Able to read minds, lift things, burn things…no human should have these powers, for only He is one true creator and destroyer in this universe! So shut your mouth and get lost if you don't have the will to support the Lord's mandate!"
"I fought Nazi shits like you before World War II even started, you fucking upstart!" Came the swift reply as he glared back up fiercely, "Do you know what these cages and beaten children remind me of? Another man who considered it a divine mandate to exterminate other races. So shut the fuck up you racist, simple-minded cretin!"
"And he was right you bloody fools" the man-of-god shouted back, and screams of protest and outright murder began to rise up from a few people that had bravely decided to come near Magneto. Even the policemen, who were there as nothing but meat shields in case Magneto went rabid, aimed their guns at the man on the balcony. "Jews, fags, lesbians, and all those heathens from the east! All should perish until there are nothing but proper believers left on this Earth! You all n-"
The rest of the words from the fanatical, insane, and clearly insane priest were drowned by the sound of heavy groaning and cracking that came from the whole Church, as Magneto raised a hand towards it. Perhaps it was their own anger at the priest, or perhaps the simple shock of seeing his power in person…but as Magneto crumpled the whole three-story structure into nothing but rubble, there was not a sound to be heard in the area—other than the crumbling concrete and the screams of those inside the building. Crushing the church completely by controlling the pipes and rebars inside its walls, he watched with cold detachment as a window was spattered with blood and brain matter before it broke into fine powder. The screams coming from the animals inside the building got silenced one by one as the twenty-five feet tall building got reduced to a seven-foot pile of rubble.
However, the moment of silence was broken by the rapidly approaching sirens, and if the number of guns and bullets approaching him was any indication, then it wasn't a SWAT unit that was about to die. Deciding to be mindful of the humans around him for once, he rose up into the air and moved away from the crowded road, moving slowly enough for the approaching vehicles to follow him.
However, before he had even moved a hundred feet, Magneto nearly groaned out loud as he felt the dozens of missiles coming right at him. And to think they called him a madman, when their own army was launching metal-contained explosives at the Master of Magnetism—in the middle of a city! Flicking his wrist, he sent the rockets right back at vehicles, dispassionately watching the vehicles explode and send bits and pieces of the soldiers within in every direction. Hundreds of bullets came at him the next moment, and in a reenactment of what he had done dozens of times before, Magneto stopped every bullet a meter away from his body. Amongst the standard 5.56 and 7.62s, he also felt the heavy rounds of gatling guns and the tripod-fixed ones…but he stopped them all the same.
After more than two minutes of non-stop firing, the bullets finally stopped coming at him, and Magneto removed a portion of the steel wall in front of him to look at the soldiers below.
Turning away from them, he sent back the bullets with the same velocity, the sound of metal and meat being pierced filling the air for a single second before there was nothing but silence. However, it was shattered by the whirring of choppers that came in next, and he even felt the familiar, heavy weight of tanks being air dropped a few hundred feet away from him along with several more vehicles coming in. If Magneto had been a more cautious and calmer man, he would have thought about why the military was launching yet another futile attack on him, wasting millions of dollars worth of soldiers and equipment—but that night, all he saw was yet another try by the government to take him down and prove human superiority over mutants.
With a cry of rage, he stopped the three choppers right in their place and threw them against each other, controlling hundreds of kilos of metal like it was nothing but a tennis ball for him to play around with. As the helicopters exploded into fireballs and lit the face of Magneto momentarily, the soldiers on the ground gulped in fright and trepidation both. However, before he could finish the job and hopefully, finally destroy the foolish notion of taking him down, a buildup of electromagnetic force caught his attention. Contrary to his self-acclaimed title, Erik was capable of feeling and manipulating electric fields as well, for when metal was moved in his magnetic fields, an electric field's development was assured. Therefore, with time and experience, he had also gained mastery over electromagnetism.
And right now, his senses were screaming at him as if someone was blasting a megaphone right inside his ear. His eyes had barely turned in the direction from where he had felt the buildup when something slammed into his shields with all the force of a locomotive.
Stumbling a little midair as he felt the large slug of a bullet punch through his protections, Magneto called upon his power seriously, and stopped the large cylinder barely a foot away from his chest. As the wavering cocoon of energy around the slug died away, Erik almost gaped at what was floating in front of him. Almost a meter long with more than six inches in diameter, it was a large, strong projectile.
It was a fucking railgun slug!
The army had used a fucking railgun on him, and it was a new one too, given that the previous one didn't even do half as much damage as this one. It was quite fortunate that he had created layers upon layers of force fields in a radius of ten feet around him once the bullets had stopped firing, otherwise, the slug would have eviscerated his whole body.
To think he had been fearing a non-metallic bullet to the head.
Letting the large projectile fall to the ground, Magneto grabbed the railgun by its coils and crushed it into scrap metal, killing the operators on it too. But, instead of backing away after the show of power as he had hoped they would, the army stayed where it was.
And as he once again felt the buildup of electromagnetic force in two different locations…for the first time in a while, Magneto felt fear in his heart.
"Christ, I don't know how I am going to live without your cooking from now on," Jean sighed as she placed the fork back on the table, looking at the plate dejectedly. "Isn't there some magic to make infinite food? I would love to have that fish once again."
"Sadly no," Harry shook his head, chuckling at the pout on her face. "Conjuration of things that take time and different, intricate or delicate processes to create is impossible. Food, fully functioning vehicles, and things like that."
"Then how are you able to conjure animals?" She frowned, "A living being is far more complicated than a fried fish or a machine."
"True, but living things are fundamentally different. Magic is life and life is magic. There is magic in all living things and for lack of a better term, magic knows the.. blueprints… of life. I certainly don't know the anatomy of the animals I conjure, the magic fills that in for me. Although the ones I conjure are not…fully living shall we say," he answered, conjuring a bird on the table. "This bird can fly, breathe and peck with its beak. It is perfectly capable of making the sounds its species makes, and even the instincts its natural brethren have, but…it cannot reproduce or digest food."
"But if you want it too, will it not do so?"
"I never tried it to be honest," Harry frowned thoughtfully, looking down at the little yellow avian. "But maybe…hmm, let's do it."
Jean watched with rapture as his hands moved like lightning, and he cupped the bird in his palms. Making soft noises at the surprisingly not panicking bird, Harry ran a thumb over its head as a blue glow began to envelop his hands, and after a few moments, he released the bird into the air.
Flapping its wings, it trilled a little while flying around his head, and with a peck to his hair, the bird settled upon the nearest nest available. Harry gave a long sigh as he felt the bird shift around and get comfortable in his hair, already knowing the jokes that were going to be made for a long time about this.
"Now it is really a nest," Jean giggled, waving her fingers at the bird. "I'd say you have done a good job, Mr. Potter. It can obviously lay eggs now, and it found the best place for it."
"Hilarious," he remarked drily, picking up the bird and tossing it into the air lightly, where it flapped its wings wildly and squawked at him. "Now, ready for the final part of our date?"
"Mhmm," she nodded, standing up from her seat as he did the same. "Though, I hope it isn't a dance in this sand, I will sink inside the dunes with these sandals."
"Close your eyes and count upto three," he said, taking her hands in his and giving her a wink. "I promise you won't sink or slip."
Jean closed her eyes with a smile, awaiting the next surprise Harry had prepared for her, and given that it was literally a magical night, she couldn't even imagine what he had planned. An eyeblink later she felt a change in her surroundings. Not because the wind had changed its direction upon her bare skin and hair, or because she was suddenly in a warmer location compared to the Atacama. What clued her to the change of location first, was that the number of minds around her went from a dozen to over a hundred in a single second—and kept on climbing the more she reached out with her mind below her.
"Open your eyes, Jean," his voice ghosted over her ear, and she shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on her skin, as well as the blazing fire of love and passion his mind was, now that he was no longer hiding behind his defenses. "May I have this dance, Ms. Grey?"
Doing as he said, she slowly opened her eyes, almost lowering them again as she saw Harry's emerald eyes looking at her with so much affection that it was difficult not to blush. However, her eyes snapped to their right as something jumped right out of the…water?! She turned left and right blindly, forgetting about the pod of dolphins for a moment as her eyes took in the impossible. She was standing on water, legit, hundreds of feet deep, fish-live-in-it water. And she was not sinking, hell, she was not even getting wet, even though her shoes were in contact with the water's surface.
All around her, the Atlantic shimmered in beautiful shades of black and dark blue as the slight moonlight from above danced upon the surface. To her right, at a distance, she could see the skyline of New York, and to her left, Harry's Iremía island looked like the perfect paradise. Then suddenly, the fact that she was standing on water hit her like a truck, and Jean shrieked as her hands wound up tight around Harry's neck, her whole body flush against him.
And the bastard just laughed at her!
"Hey! Hey Jean!" he laughed, placing his hands on her waist and leaning back to look at her wide jade eyes. "You are not going to fall or sink. I promised you, didn't I?"
"You did," she whispered slowly, her fingers tightening upon his shirt, before she gulped and slowly brought them down to his chest. "You did."
Taking a deep breath, she slowly, tentatively took a single step back, still half expecting herself to breach the surface and sink down. However, feeling the water remain sol-stable beneath her, she placed her left foot beside her right, and looked around once again.
"How are you doing this?" She asked, skimming the water with the toes of her sandal, watching the ripples travel outwards without even wetting her feet. "Why is the ocean not behaving like it should?"
"I promise to tell you soon," he said, taking a step away from her and bringing his right hand's palm up. "But, I asked you something right before we teleported."
She blinked at him for a moment, her mind still in a little shock over her current position, but as Harry's last words in the Atacama came back to her, Jean nodded with a smile and placed her hand in his. The next moment, a soft melody started to play around them, the sounds of the violin so beautiful and perfect in the calmness of the sea around them.
Slowly moving with the tune, Harry spun her around and pulled her back against his chest, winking down at her as she laughed, her joy and excitement clear to see and feel. They danced upon the Atlantic for what felt like hours, dancing to the violin's strings and just enjoying being in each other's arms. There was no need to speak about what they both were feeling, not when Jean could sense Harry's emotions as clear as day, and her own emotions were being broadcasted by her quite strongly as she lost herself in the warmth and love of his embrace. Slowly, both of them came closer and closer, until they were just swaying slightly, their faces barely a couple of inches apart. Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as Jean's breath touched his lips, and her arms rose from his waist to the back of his neck. Feeling like a blushing teenager once again, Harry tightened his hands on her hips and slowly bent his head, his eyes closing of their own accord as he felt her nails run across his skin lightly.
And then finally, after dreaming and thinking about it for weeks…his lips met hers. Slowly and softly, their lips moved against each other's, tasting and savoring the sensation of their physical meeting. However, after a few moments of simple and slow kissing, it wasn't enough for Jean's newly arisen passionate side, and with a moan that was borderline needy, her teeth lightly sank into his bottom lip. In the maelstrom of love and satisfaction they both were feeling, lust quickly arose at the fiery redhead's action, and Harry groaned as she pulled back slightly before releasing his lip from her hold. Fire blazed in her green eyes, and she gave him a surprisingly sinful look for a girl new to all this. The next second, both of them moved at the same time, and their lips smashed together in a mixture of lustful groans and grasping hands as a hunger rose within both of them.
Their bodies melded together seamlessly as they both pressed against each other needily, wanting to feel every inch of their partner against their skin. The sounds of lips smacking and lewd moaning filled the air as weeks of sexual tension was finally released.
Her hand roamed across his back, and she felt the chiseled muscles of his front as she pressed herself against him, the feel of his pecs against her chest driving her mind into all sorts of fantasies. Her leg rose to wrap around his hips, and Harry groaned in hunger as his fingers sank into the toned flesh of her thigh. Feeling her perky breasts push and flatten against his chest, he bit her lip and kissed his way over her jaw to the nape of her neck, his left hand lowering and sinking into the supple, amazing ass she had.
A throaty moan came from her as she felt his teeth graze the surprisingly sensitive spot on the side of her neck, and she bared even more of her pale skin for him to feast upon, her whole body burning and aching with a need that she had never experienced. Feeling Harry's own excitement against her thigh, Jean moaned and started to rub her crotch against the hardening, growing bulge, the fire inside her burning even hotter as she felt his lust for her, physically as well as metaphysically.
Unknown to both of them, the ocean around them too started to become restless, the water around them swirling and rising up in waves as strong winds started to blow over the previously calm area. However, before things could turn more heated between Harry and Jean, something flew through the water nearby, its speed and mass so great that it displaced enough water to completely wash over them both in a large wave. Thankfully, his control over the ocean prevented them from getting wet, but it was enough to shatter the moment. Harry had just opened his eyes to see what had caused the disruption, when he caught sight of the city, or to be more accurate, the lights that went out suddenly in one of the buildings as it slowly began to tilt to its right.
And given how Jean slowly brought down her leg from around his hip while her lust was overcome by worry and apprehension, she saw it too.
Fuck. There went his date.
Master of Magnetism, there he is. Taking Army's ass and stopping railguns. Now, some may say that a railgun is probably above his capabilities, but then, I want you guys to remember the scene from Apocalypse. The guy freaking took over the whole planet's magnetic field inch by inch, and we all know Cinematic Universes are weaker than comics. So yeah.
Harry and Jean had a date, some romance, some fluff—does this count as fluff, lemme know about it and how the date was. Ofc, I once again apologise for the Priest section in this chapter. It was not my intention to hurt anyone's sentiments and feelings, but if I have done so, I humbly apologise.