My Dad Magneto
Marcos was in a room alone with Magneto. Magneto; the Master of Magnetism; the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, sometimes even the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. Altogether, Magneto was not someone you wanted to be alone in a room with. Marcos had been stuck in a room with many unsavory mutants, but never before had that mutant been freaking Magneto.
"Hi?" Marcos said, inching away from his future father-in-law.
"You can relax, my boy. I'm not going to pull the iron out of your bloodstream." Magneto surveyed Marcos. "No, Lorna would not be happy if I did that."
"Thanks?"
Magneto always made a point of cataloguing potential allies', or potential enemies', powers. Though he had not yet seen Marcos's powers in action, he had some knowledge from Lorna. "Your powers are light-based? I do wonder if the little one will take after you or Lorna. Or neither, I suppose, like the twins."
Marcos frowned. He only had half an idea what Magneto was talking about.
"Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't feel so bad, if Lorna didn't mention her siblings either."
"She has siblings?"
"Half-siblings to be exact. The twins spend most of their time running around with the Avengers now."
"She never mentioned them."
"We'll have to have a family dinner," Magneto says. Then, he adds with a look of disdain, "Perhaps I'll even invite the robot."
Marcos still felt only half in-the-loop and crossed his arms over his chest. "No amount of 'family' dinners will make up for what you did." Marcos punctuated the statement by shoving Magneto. "I'll never do to our kid what you did to Lorna!"
Caught off-guard, Magneto stumbled a few steps backward. This kind of anger wasn't unusual for his interactions with Lorna, but she was family and had every right to be angry. Even the X-Men typically treated him with more respect than this. Magneto wouldn't tolerate such disrespect from just anyone.
The lull gave Marcos enough time for his action to register in his head. He had pushed Magneto. Magneto. The Magneto. Lorna's dad, Magneto. Unfortunately for Marcos, the proper follow-up to this seemed in the moment to be more anger rather than an apology.
"How dare you show up like this!" he spat.
The room rumbled, and metal fixtures shook, as Magneto stepped forward. Magneto closed his eyes for a moment, and the room returned to a calm still.
"I'll forgive you because you clearly love Lorna and care for my future grandchild, but I would watch yourself," Magneto warned, his voice lowering an octave near the end.
"You abandoned her, left her to a mental institution. Do you know how fragile she was? She still has nightmares."
Magneto turned his head away. "There's is not a moment that I don't regret abandoning my dear Lorna. I was only trying to keep her safe and thought that the safest she could be was away from me." He balled his fists. "Those so-called doctors will pay for what they did to her."
As angry as Marcos was at Magneto for abandoning Lorna to the mental institution, he was not convinced that Magneto should be raising any children. Marcos could picture an alternate reality where Magneto raised Lorna to be a maniacal supervillain. At least in the current reality, circumstance had brought Marcos together with Lorna.
Part of Marcos wanted to enable some kind of reconciliation between Lorna and her father, but most of Marcos just wanted to protect her feelings. "I think you should leave," Marcos said. He turned away from Magneto, not wanting to see the emotion on the face of the most notorious mutant of all time.
Meanwhile...
"You know, I can definitely see it."
Lorna looked up to see Clarice hovering by the doorway. Clarice gave a small wave and stepped into the room when Lorna didn't say anything.
"You have the same powers," Clarice added.
"Don't remind me."
"I know you're angry at him, and you don't have to give him another chance if you don't want to, but..."
Lorna glared at Clarice. "I am giving him a chance. I let him back into my life after everything that happened, and the only reason we fell out of contact this time is because he faked his own death!"
Clarice brushes her hair out of her eyes. "There are some bad mutants in my family. But not bad in the mutant extremist kind of way." She lowers her voice to a whisper. "Bad in the monster kind of way. Bad in the 'never going to change' way." She reaches out to touch Lorna's arm, and Lorna lets her. Clarice continues, softly, "Magneto's worked with the X-Men before. If you think he's really changed or really can change, let him. But if you think he's dangerous for the baby, don't feel bad about closing the door."
They sat there for a moment, and then Clarice stood and left the room. Lorna stayed in the silence and thought.