Lance stepped forward and glared at his father, "How do you know they did this?" he questioned.
Julio walked into the house, and took a look around, "You're asking the wrong questions, mijo," he stated with a simple smile on his face.
Lance balled up his fists, "Then what question should I be asking?" he asked, anger flowing through his being.
Regan placed a calming hand on his shoulder, "Why did they steal the sword?"
Julio smiled, "So you're my son's wife," he examining her from head to toe, "You have a very attractive and obviously intelligent wife, mijo," he said with a smirk.
"Just answer the damn question," Lance said forcefully.
"Calmate mijo," Julio said with a smile, "They stole the sword, so they could kill every mutant on the planet."
Raven crossed her arms, "Why would they want to do something idiotic like that?" she asked.
Julio shrugged, "They're only a bunch of religious zealots, who think it is God's will to destroy your entire species," he said it as if it was a commonly known fact.
Wanda shook her head, "The sword is powerful but there is no way it could possibly have a global effect," she stated with a bit of venom.
Julio smiled and nodded, "On its own, of course not. But what if someone found an object with an unlimited power source to feed it?" he asked.
Raven swiftly turned to Wanda, "Is there such a power source?" she asked, worry apparent on her face.
"Dozens," Julio interrupted, "Thor's hammer Mjolnir, the Ebony Blade of the Black Knight, the Crimson Gem of Cyttotak, just to name a few."
Wanda glared at the older man, "But which one are they using?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"The Book of the Vishanti," he stated without batting an eyelash.
Wanda forcefully grabbed him by the shirt collar, "Don't screw with us, that book couldn't hurt anyone, even if it fell of the coffee table and landed on someone's foot," her eyes glowed with a faint scarlet light.
Julio smirked, "Under normal circumstances you'd be right, but they aren't using the book directly are they?" her eyes went wide, "They're using it to power a mystical weapon that is perfectly capable of committing genocide," when he finished his statement Wanda released him.
Lance stepped forward, "Where are they hiding?" he questioned.
Julio turned to the door and began walking around, "You're the detectives, you figure it out."
-Later that day in New York City-
A metallic red and gold humanoid flew through the air. He wove in-between skyscrapers and buildings until he got to one building in particular, Stark Industries. He picked up more speed and flew straight
at a window. Before he could go crashing through the window quickly retracted and the metallic man hovered inches above the floor.
As his feet touched the floor, he was quickly met by an elderly man, "Enjoy your test flight Mr. Stark?"
The metallic man reached for his head, and the face plate rose revealing a young mustached face beneath, "Jarvis, the Extremis Iron Man armor is fully operational," he said with a smile.
Jarvis nodded, "You have guests awaiting your attention in the lab."
Suddenly, Stark's face lost that cheerful glee, "I hope he has something I can actually use this time."
They walked towards an elevator in the back of the office, got in, and descended down to the lab.
-Several seconds later-
Stark and Jarvis walked out of the elevator and were immediately halted by one of the most intimidating forces on the planet.
"Tony Stark," General Nick Fury said with a smirk, "One of the greatest scientific minds on the planet, only rivaled by Hank Pym, Henry McCoy, Bruce Banner, and Reed Richards." he paused for a moment, "How are the test subjects coming along?"
Stark rolled his eyes, "Any of my peers could do this, why come to me?" he asked almost pleadingly.
Fury crossed his arms, "If you want a well rounded scientist, you call Pym. Got a problem with biology? McCoy is your man. Radiation? You call Banner. Can't solve a complex physics equation? Richards can do it in his sleep," he stated with a smile, "But they're all wrong for this job, and you know it. This job requires skills in applied engineering. This job requires the skills of a mechanical genius. Someone who understands the inner workings of a clock by second nature. This job requires you, Tony Stark. The golden boy of Stark Industries."
"Fury, you flatter me… stop," Stark replied dryly.
Fury stepped forward, "Have you made any progress?" he asked in a bored tone.
Stark sighed and flipped a switch that illuminated the back of the lab. The three men walked to the back where six stretchers carrying six men stood. Each man was wired to several life support machines, and seemed to be barely clinging to life at all.
"Prime Sentinels," Stark said barely above a whisper, "Men infused with Sentinel technology," he turned to Fury, "As good as you think I am. I can't separate them on my own. Please tell me you brought Trask."
"I'll do you one better," Fury stated as he walked back to a crate, that until now Stark hadn't noticed, and pried open the top. He then pulled out a body, which was absent all its limbs except the head, "Meet Bastion."
Stark peeked an eyebrow, "He's a torso," he stated unimpressed.
Fury shook his head, "His arms and legs are in the crate, but that's not important right now."
Stark examined the new addition to the lab, "What is he?" he asked genuinely perplexed.
Suddenly, Bastion's eyes began to glow red, "I am Bastion. Primary function; Transforming Homo-Sapiens into Prime Sentinel sleep agents. Secondary function; the Extermination of the mutant threat," he said in a cold metallic voice.
Fury chuckled sarcastically, "That's not even the best part. Bastion," the torso looked up at him, "What are you made of?"
"Sentinel unit Bastion is the hybrid of human organs and tissues infused with the near indestructible Nimrod Exoskeleton, and the Master Mold program, used to create Prime Sentinels," Bastion said, with… pride?
Stark slammed his hands on the lab table, leaving huge dents as he hadn't removed the Iron Man armor yet, "I don't care if you were made from an old Chevy Camaro, tell me how to turn the Prime Sentinels back into flesh and bone!" he yelled in a demanding voice.
Bastion paused for a moment, "Request processed. Once the organic defect has been removed the resulting unit cannot survive without its mechanical upgrades."
"Then how do I get rid of the Sentinel programming?" he asked through clenched teeth.
Bastion turned his head from Stark to Fury then back to Stark, "No mutant signatures present. The Omega Sentinel is the only unit with the necessary programming to remove the old programming."
Stark looked at him in surprise, "Omega Sentinel?" he asked, "What is that? Why wasn't he in any of the records?"
"The mutant Magneto is considered to be the greatest threat to humanity. Precautions were taken to insure that if he was to attack, humanity would survive," Bastion explained, "She was created using the world's third strongest metal, Vibranium."
Fury looked puzzled, "Why Vibranium? Why not Adamantium?"
"Although Adamantium is more durable, as is Carbonadium, Vibranium has two key advantages," Bastion said devoid of emotion, "It can absorb sound ambient, making the Omega Sentinel a perfect stealth unit, and it can passively disrupt and weaken the electromagnetic spectrum around it."
"If Magneto can't exert his will on metal, then he'd be defenseless," Fury said in a surprised tone.
"Where do we find her?" Stark asked.
"She's with the Brotherhood," Fury said with a smirk.
-Several hours later in Wanda's room-
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Wanda spoke into the phone while thumbing through her closet, "I know it's stupid but he's in love."
She placed the phone back on the stand and clicked the speaker button, "Amara is very excited," Jean's voice emanated from the speaker.
Wanda held a top in front of her chest as she looked in the mirror, "Yeah, so is John," she removed the top revealing her naked chest.
"So when are you going to take me out?" Jean asked seductively.
Wanda's hand traced up her side to her chest, "Stop messing with those," Wanda then slapped her hand.
"What was that?" Jean asked hurriedly.
Wanda paused for a moment, "John's just practicing for his date," she said glaring into the mirror.
"Sorry Sheila, oih can't help it," St. John said weakly.
"Well have fun on your date. Make sure you bring Wanda back before eleven," Jean said teasingly.
"Course oih will Sheila, me an' Wanda an' 'Mara will be between those sheets before noihne!" St. John exclaimed with a grin.
"If I could I'd kill you all over again," Wanda said harshly, "Jean, I'll call you when we get back."
"Okay, be sure to use protection," She said quickly before hanging up.
St. John raised an eyebrow, "Do you think she knows Sheila?" St. John questioned.
Wanda shook her head, "No," she whispered, "She can't possibly know, Strange wiped everyone's mind clean…" she paused for a moment, "It… it was just a joke."
St. John cleared his throat, "A joke from an omega, just don't seem as funny as it should be," he said with a completely straight face.
Wanda could only nod in agreement.
After a few more minutes Wanda finally settled on a tight long sleeved scarlet shirt and some black denim jeans. She grabbed a thick scarlet jacket and smiled, "The things I do for people I can't stand," she said as she opened her bedroom door.