"This will stop him from using his super speed, correct?" Erik asked Beast.
"Oh yes. And it will save you the time and money of chasing him down every day," Hank smirked as he heard Magneto sigh. He could tell he was exhausted. He'd placed an ankle bracelet on him; it inhibited the use of powers.
"So, I hear this has happened to some of the other students here."
"Yes, three others, actually."
"Do tell. And why has this happened?"
"Well it appears they had these 'bugs' on them that emitted a frequency that disrupted brain function."
Magneto stared at him and his anger slowly began to rise, "Where is this mechanic?"
Forge heard a knock on his door. He sighed and walked to it. If it wasn't Magneto. What a great surprise.
"Hello," He opened the door, "Hello Magneto. I see you brought your boy with you for a visit."
Peitro was attempting to pull the ankle bracelet off, while lying in the carriage.
"Fix this!" he pointed, "I also take it this is yours!" he held out a small device.
"Uhm…yes," Forge cringed and took it, "Well, thanks," he tried to close the door but Mag instantly lifted him off the ground. Times like this he really hated his automail limbs.
"Do not close a door on me," he warned, "And I suggest you fix this or I will tear your limbs off, piece by piece."
"I'm trying to fix it, ok. You're not the first person here to threaten me about this. For starters it isn't my fault that the first brat came in here and took them. I don't even know how your son got hold of one."
Magneto glared at him. He had a point; he didn't even think Pietro knew where this place was.
"Now please, put me down. You holding me up like this is doing the exact opposite of what you want."
"Fine, but I will be checking your progress," he dropped him on his butt, making a loud clatter. He gave him one last dirty look before pushing the carriage his son was in back toward his car.
Forge groaned. When he got them fixed he was going to kill Scott.