Chapter Eleven: Lines are Drawn

Dr. Doom had planned the heists to be a week apart, long enough so no one could draw concrete connections to the pair but short enough to keep up with the blitzkrieg plan they had in mind for the city. M.O.D.O.K had successfully delivered the mysterious parts to Doom who had promptly hidden them away from sight from the rest of the organization. It had drawn a few cries of ire from Super Skrull and Wesker, but Doom had insisted that the pair wouldn't understand the technical jargon of why the part was useful. Besides, he assured them, the phase in which the part was used was upon the horizon. This didn't placate Super Skrull at all, Wesker was oddly quiet after that, forcing Doom to side track him with conversation of the arrival of the Fantastic Four which was destined to happen any day now. After suffering through some cooperative fanboying over how the pair were going to crush the heroic quartet Doom had presented Magneto with blue prints to Trask Industries. The mission was to infiltrate the island warehouse where Bolivar Trask built and stored the Sentinels used to patrol North America. Once inside Magneto would use a special program Doom had invented to control the robots and send them to their hidden base via tunneling through the Earth's crust in order to avoid detection.

The morning started out normal for the citizens of New York City, the nightmare of the zombie invasion was slowly beginning to weaken with time, bringing more and more life back to the previously spitfire residents. The masses churned their way into the streets, partly grumpy because it was the start of another work week and partly relieved that their lives had returned to such normality that they had the luxury to complain about a case of the Mondays. Among the rabble of suit wearing business men was a particularly well dressed senior who moved about their ranks in a graceful manner with a contemptuous sneer plastered all over his face. Magneto hated blending in with such inferior beings; mutant powers like his were meant to be showcased instead of hidden. He had half a mind to ditch Doom and his cronies, destroy everyone here then find a way home himself but the tyrant had hinted at some "elements" that would prevent him from going home through his own means. After getting more clarification over what these "elements" were Magneto felt it prudent to obtain more information, you couldn't cross Doom then go back and ask for forgiveness later.

Trying his best not touch the suit clad humans, Magneto made his way to the harbor unmolested by anyone. The murky waters mirrored the sky, which was clouded in light gray as if a storm was coming. As he was contemplating what kind of water craft he should hijack a large and powerful hand grasped his shoulder. On reflex his magnetism caused several metal guard rails to give way from their bearings and turn to his assailant, ready to impale him within a second's notice. "Cool it Magneto, it's me" a familiar voice barked at him "I'm here to talk." "The metal relaxed back into its former position while it's master swiveled to face one his most dogged opponents. "It's good to see you again, Wolverine" Magneto said politely ""Although I must warn you, I'm not in a mood to talk for an extended period of time." The shorter man removed his hand, he was clad in a dirt stained white tee shirt with some frayed jeans and a cheap pair of sneakers.

For a quick second no one said anything, the two enemies simply stared at each other neutrally. Unlike Xavier, Magneto did not have a substantial personal history with Wolverine but their paths had crossed in battle multiple times and there was that one time Magneto had stripped the adamantium off of his bones but aside from that the pair knew each other mostly through second hand sources. "What are you doing here" was Wolverine's first question and was easy enough for Magneto to rebuff. "Can't a man take a walk these days without suspicion" he replied nonchalantly fiddling with his cuff links. The mutant scowled at his answer deciding to drop the pretenses "Why are you here, in this world?" The elder rolled his eyes "I don't have time for existential navel gazing." "Cut the crap Magneto, I know you know we're in a different world" Wolverine continued "The fact that your wandering around here instead of running about with the Brotherhood is a big fucking clue." While he could have insisted on ignorance Magneto decided that feigning it would be too pointless, even if his evidence was hardly concrete Logan would find out eventually.

"Very well then, I am aware we are in an alternate dimension of sorts" the metal master admitted "Aside from that however I am entirely oblivious unto why we're here." He turned to Wolverine "When did you realize our sudden displacement Logan?" "Did some digging" the bestial man replied vaguely "Wasn't too hard to put the pieces together, if whoever did this was planning on us not noticing they did a shitty job." Magneto reflected on this information quietly, Logan was clueless as to who was pulling the strings and that caused a small surge of empathy in him. Since Doom was keeping close tabs on everyone for the time being maneuvering about unseen would prove too difficult on one's lonesome. If he had a subordinate of some kind to move about the shadows for him it would help him in his quest to get back home. Even if Doom swore up and down he would find some way to return them to the dimension from which they were displaced Magneto knew better than to take Doom's promises at face value. The tin tyrant was well known for his duplicity in such matters, a seasoned warrior such as Magneto knew better than to blindly follow Plan A and hope for the best.

Preferring to find a way home on his own Magneto weighed his chances at getting Wolverine to work for him. It was shaky at best, the man-beast had never liked the worldview Magneto espoused, but Logan was known to be a good information gatherer and was fine with operating in the shadows. "Wolverine, do you want to go home" Magneto asked testing the waters. The scruffy man looked at him shortly "No shit Sherlock, hell yeah I want to go home." "Would it be possible then to team up temporarily" Magneto asked "I believe that in this case two heads would be better than one." Logan looked at him, clearly incensed by his offer "The day I team up with you is the day hell freezes over, bub. I still remember that dick move you pulled with me and my adamantium." Magneto sighed and shrugged "Can't we let bygones be bygones, Logan?" He turned around, ready to leave, deciding to use the ace up his sleeve to reel Logan in "Say hi to Ms. Jean Grey for me will you?"

"Stop" Wolverine barked freezing the senior in his tracks "What the hell do you mean 'say hi to Jean for me' she's been dead for years." With his face turned away Magneto gave a nasty little smirk, M.O.D.O.K's intel had been good. The mad face machine had approached him earlier with an offer he described as 'most lucrative' but instead of money the super computer had waned a favor. Naturally the metal master was leery of dolling out such gifts, favors had a nasty way of biting you in the ass, but M.O.D.O.K had persisted he had something that would help the mutant with his agenda. After some hemming and hawing the mutant had given in and, in hindsight, he was very glad for this lapse in judgment. Knowing that M.O.D.O.K and Wesker were allying themselves against Doom Magneto did not want to get caught up in petty struggles and he would bet his helmet whenever M.O.D.O.K came to collect on his favor it would strain his neutrality in the eyes of Super Skrull and Dr. Doom. Thankfully M.O.D.O.K's info had been incredible, earth shattering even, and right now Magneto was going to abuse it for all it was worth.

"You didn't know" he stated keeping voice as nonchalant as possible "I figured you of all people would know?" "Know what" Wolverine asked turning the elder around until he looked him right in the eye "Tell me, you bastard!" Magneto raised an eyebrow "How odd, perhaps she doesn't want to see you? After all she made her choice years ago, most likely the right one." Lightly he extracted himself from Logan's grip "Well as stimulating as this has been I must be off." "She's alive, isn't she" Logan murmured sounding vulnerable. "Alive and well if I do say so myself" Magneto stated causing Wolverine to jerk his head up and level his opponent with a look that could erode mountains. "Where is she" he roared, unsheathing his claws and placing them under Magneto's chin in a threatening gesture. "I don't know, it would be rude of me to tell you where she is especially if she doesn't want to see you." Magneto replied forcing Logan's hand to the side with his powers "You really don't take rejection well do you?"

Fuming, Logan summoned and retracted his claws several times with a multitude of snikts while his body tensed for action, he was stuck at some sort of mental crossroads. Growling he looked at Magneto sharply "Alright, what do you want?" "I need you to gather some info for me, I can't do this myself for reasons I care not to share" the metal master replied taking out a pen and paper "Here's a list of what I need." He handed it to Wolverine who stuffed it in his grimy pockets "Ms. Grey is currently residing in Stark Tower, with Tony Stark, in his penthouse suite." Magneto couldn't resist the haughty little smirk that wormed its way onto his face as he watched his words sink in "How times have changed." The furry runt was off like a shot but not before giving his opponent the middle finger. "Aw love, how incredibly stupid" Magneto remarked before catching sight of the perfect craft to shuttle him across the harbor. It was a little tugboat; hardly the mighty craft he preferred to captain but it's unassuming nature made it perfect to draw as close to the base as possible.

He took a deep breath feeling the magnetic force strengthen under his supervision. Lightly he grabbed hold of the metallic little boat, strong enough to alter its path but gentle enough not make the sailors on board to panic. Working under the presumption something had happened to their ship's motor the men on board allowed themselves to drift closer to the shoreline as they went about trying to figure out the problem. When they had drawn a couple of yards closer Magneto levitated into the air, he had to work quickly if he wanted to keep this under wraps. In seconds he had landed on the unguarded prow pausing only to regain his sea legs before sweeping forward with quick, powerful steps. The first victim of his hijacking must have heard his boots clacking loudly on the deck; he appeared from the belly of the ship. Unfortunately for him he only managed to get one foot out the door onto the open deck before a pair of metal bolts detached from the railing and slammed into his heart shredding it like paper. The rest of the railing upended itself with a small groan before snaking forward in a grey whorl and catching the man before he could hit the deck and alert the others below. Tossing the corpse over the side of the tugboat Magneto didn't even bother to head down to deal with the rest, he could feel the steel skeleton of the ship which corseted the rest of the ship together.

With one hand he sent a magnetic pulse through that skeleton causing a forest of spikes to impale whatever unfortunate souls down below, he repeated it a few times to ensure they were dead before setting his sights on the island. Hiding himself in the captain's cabin he drove the boat forward using his powers. The ride lasted an hour and a half, at about twenty minutes before he landed on the island the radio crackled "These waters are property of Trask Industries, please turn you boat around and leave immediately." Ignoring the warning Magneto shot a hand up shrouding the entire island in a powerful magnetic dome which would hinder any communications going on within the facility as well as any calls to the mainland. With a burst of power he shot the boat forward wanting to get this part over with as quickly as possible, expending too much energy on the approach would be foolhardy. Even with the wind barraging his face he stepped out onto the deck un-phased by the speed at which his vehicle was heading towards the cliffs of the island.

Seconds before the collision he levitated into the air landing onto the island with a gentle tap, he looked at the facility with a calculating stare. The massive institution spanned several miles while the ceiling extended into the sky, it looked more like a prison than a factory. Swiping a hand through the air Magneto sent a second wave through the immediate area, this one was much more concentrated and designed to destroy security cameras. The metal chain link fence in front of him also wilted under his administrations allowing him to stroll right up to the east wall unmolested. A quick tap of his finger tore the wall open like a wrapping paper allowing him to enter the factory without a single person managing to observe his arrival. Unfortunately for Magneto, Bolivar Trask had been lucky, stupid lucky but luck was luck despite its IQ. At the eastern end of the building lay a small alarm that had been bought on accident, a different model that had accidentally been packaged with the rest of the bulk order. Instead of sending it back the supervisor had decided to install it, after all the building was so tightly guarded in the first place what did it matter if this one was to exact specifications? One of those specifications had been the fact it had been made mostly of plastic rather than completely metal like the rest of its cousins. The magnetic wave had bent it out of shape but had not hindered its abilities in anyway. Another specification was the fact that it didn't alert the mainland using a radio signal; it sent its message through a satellite link which connected it directly to the police. Two things happened within a span of twenty minutes; first and foremost a special computer virus that Tony had installed into the NYPD's servers caught the signal, copied it and sent it to Stark Towers. The second event was a phone call from an Officer Shelley, a longtime supporter of the Avengers, to Captain America alerting him to where the alarm had come from.

Tony Stark was in the middle of his continuing endeavor to get JARVIS back online when he got the notice. A little bubble popped up on the screen, a message from Pepper, explaining the scope of the situation. An alarm had gone off in a Trask Industries factory and no one could get into contact with the personnel situated there. Eager to see how his new Avengers would handle their first mission he suited up, sending a message to everyone of the appending battle. Remotely the window on his penthouse office opened allowing Iron Man to blast his way into the sky followed a few seconds later by two mini Quintjets. One surged past him giving him a brief glance at the driver, X-23's face was the epitome of focus as she sped along in a straight line. Meanwhile her teammate, Spider-Man, was lagging behind them but making up for the lack of speed by incorporating sweeping barrel rolls and loops. "Put your rear in gear, Parker" X-23 barked over the radio "Give the cheerleader routine a break and try to keep up!" "Aww c'mon" Spider- Man mock whined "I know this is old hat for you Laura but some of us patrol without fancy toys. Let me enjoy this." "This is a mission, Parker, not a field trip" she yelled at him "If you do one more flip…"

"Not the most auspicious start to this batch of the Avengers" Tony snarked as Laura and Parker continued to dig at each other over the radio. "Beggars can't be choosers Tony" Jean remarked telepathically "Besides a little spirit among team members is usually a good thing." "I wouldn't call this spirit, Jean" Tony replied out loud "Have you managed to get a lock on who's behind the break in?" "Unfortunately not yet" the psychic said "Once you get closer I should be able to reveal their identity." "Not to be a doubter but I was under the impression your telepathy is much more powerful than this." In his mind's eye he could see her frown "We've discussed this at length, after that last close call at Stark Tower we agreed that I would play mission control for your Avenger's Tony. Even if mind-linking is a low effort task, expending too much energy stretching out my powers, I could lose control again." The rest of the journey went by uneventfully, aside from the playful banter from Spider-Man and the dead serious threats from X-23. Ten minutes after the alarm had gone off inside Trask Industries the Tony's Avengers landed on the outside of the compound.

The minute Laura hopped out of her Quintjet she began to sniff the air aggressively "Could it be…" she murmured sinking down on all fours to get a better whiff of a piece of scrap metal that had been ripped off the wall. "It's Magneto" she stated standing back up "It's unmistakable." "I can second that" Jean said "I can pick out some of his surface thoughts; he must not be wearing his helmet." "Well crap" Tony exclaimed beginning to press buttons on his suit's wrist "That completely rules out Laura from helping us in stopping him. It'll also take about twenty minutes for a nonmetallic suit to arrive in this area so I can combat him which means…" Spider-Man's eyes suddenly widened as both the implications as well as his companions glares began to sink in. "Whoa, whoa, whoa" he said putting his arms up defensively "This isn't some B-list villain like Electro, this is Mag-Freaking-neto. He requires at least two big time heroes, I'll need your help if we're going to take him down." "Don't worry Parker, I don't need you to take him down solo, I just need you to delay him long enough so I can retrieve my special anti-Magneto armor." "I will also be with you Parker" Jean piped up in their collective consciousness "At the least you'll have the drop on him and I'll give you all the advice I have from the battles I've fought against him in the past." "Alright, I trust you guys" Spider-Man said with a sigh "But you better hurry up, Stark."

With a thwip the red and blue clad hero swung into corridor quickly following the path of destruction Magneto had carved into the building's interior. A hand suddenly grabbed his chin forcing Tony to look into Laura's intense brown eyes "I will not simply stand around here helpless" she stated. "I wouldn't dream of it" Tony replied with a smug grin "You're going to start evacuating hostages, I'm sure you know better than anyone the utter disregard for non-mutant life Magneto has." Nodding she bounded into the building sniffing up a storm to locate survivors leaving Tony outside to wait for the delivery of his suit.

Unaware of his pursuers Magneto had opted to move at a casual pace, he hadn't done the hands on approach lately so the adrenaline rush was a nostalgic feeling. Walking at a leisurely pace he noted the absence of personnel in the hallways, had they evacuated deeper into the building or had his termination of the alarms been that effective at keeping his presence hidden? That mental query was quickly answered via a troop of trained armed guards filtering out of the nooks and crannies of the hallway ahead with synchronized perfection creating a wall of black clad bodies between him and the bowels of the factory. He suppressed a smirk as a quick magnetic wave confirmed his suspicions; all the weapons aimed at him were metal. "I don't mind killing scum like you" he called out to them smugly "But then my shoes will be ruined by the bloody gristle strewn about the floor when I'm done with you hence my offering you the chance to back down. Quite a generous offer if I do say so myself." Their reply was the clack of a multitude of guns being cocked in one single motion causing the mutant to frown. "And these were Italian crafted as well" he lamented as he began to explode their weapons into shrapnel which ripped through their bodies downing two thirds of them instantly.

The other third, despite considerable damage to their chest region, managed to regroup on a split second sending a volley of hot lead at the mutant. The little bullets hit an invisible wall between the two forces sinking into it like berries suspended in jello. Awestruck at the defiance of physics happening in front of them the guards were helpless to do anything more than stand there as the bullets pulled a slow 180 in their flight path. A sweep of his hands sent the small projectiles back at the men who had fired them, cutting their ranks apart like ducks at a shooting gallery. The two stragglers who had managed to avoid the return fire by using the bodies of their comrades as shields tried to flee only to be paid for their cowardice with spikes warped from the industrial metal floor to the abdomen slicing their hearts open. Grimacing, the senior minced his way through the carpet of corpses trying his hardest to not step in too much blood. Despite his best efforts after emerging at the end of the hall his shoes were effectively ruined forcing Magneto to tromp forward leaving a trail of sticky crimson footprints behind him.

After a few more uneventful minutes and several more severed walls Magneto finally entered the inner sanctum of the Trask Factory. The room spanned the majority of the center with a roof that shot up into the sky and for good reason too. Stacked like dominoes were Sentinels as far as the eye could see, they were easily fifteen stories in height leaving only a few scant stories between them and the massive structure that was attached to the roof. From his initial perspective Magneto couldn't tell what kind of massive machine spanned the ceiling, his first guess was that it was a type of transporter that maneuvered individual Sentinels about the room. Assured that all Sentinels were off line for the time being, Magneto began to search the room for some kind of computer console. Dr. Doom had given him a memory stick that contained several viruses to hijack command of the Sentinels and use an autopilot program to get them back to the base.

Parker couldn't help but shiver when he stumbled on the still warm corpses of the unfortunate guards. Their bodies had been shredded leaving little more than tangles of flesh along with some shards of bones and a few laces of muscle. While he fought to keep the contents of his stomach under control Laura bounded up to the distressed hero looking over the carnage without so much as a sniff of disdain. Carefully she made her way to the middle of the scene occasionally bending down to check the pulses of an unfortunate few hoping that someone had gotten lucky enough to survive. Out of the three dozen guards she found five who were exhibiting life signs strong enough to survive the trip to a hospital. Slinging one onto her back she grabbed Parker's wrist as he bent down to grab another injured guard. "This is my job Parker, you need to go after Magneto" she instructed forcing him to stand back up. "Saving the injured is more important right now" Spider-Man bit back, slightly bitter from the sight in front of him "There's no way you can get all of these guys out in time, you'll be able to save two at most if you don't have some help."

He tried to shake her grasp but she was relentless "You know, I am this close to punching you right now." The threat flew over her head "Parker now is not the time to get emotional. Magneto does not expend this amount of energy on wasteful slaughter, there is something here he wants and I will bet my claws it will hurt many more if he gets his hands on it. I realize you are not used to this level of violence bit for the good of New York I am asking you to risk letting these men die in order to avenge their deaths by thwarting Magneto." Her words were neutral and surgically precise leaving Parker to try and summon some sort of anger he could use to power through her steel cold logic. Eventually the words of his of his beloved Uncle Ben rang through his mind like they did on a daily basis "With great power comes great responsibility". Usually those words brought a wave of relief and vindication over him, especially whenever he felt indecisive about the choices presented before him, but now they felt incredibly cold. As a hero he was forced to look at the big picture and the big picture told him that whatever Magneto wanted was bad in a big way. Stepping over the prone bodies of humans desperate for aid, he moved forward robotically chasing after the mutant leaving a solemn Laura to run back carrying a heavily wounded guardsman on her back.

"Amazing, Tony says she's a clone but she's so very different from him" Jean remarked quietly in the back of his mind. "Believe it or not that's par for the course" Spider-Man said dully "I've had some experience with clones before and they all diverge from their original's mind processes pretty quickly." "Parker, I know you feel remorse about that scene back there but I need you to get your emotions under control" she said "I'm having to expend more energy to stay within your now turbulent psyche. I know this sounds emotionless but you have to get over it for now." "Hey Jean, could you just, shut up please" Spider-Man replied, banking around a corner nearly running into a group of people. Judging from their attire these were the engineers and scientists who worked in the building. A few guards were trying to corral the panicked mob into some coherent form of organized egress from the building. The arachnid's presence did nothing to soothe the chaos, when they spotted him almost everyone started throwing accusations. "It's the menace" one if the scientists screamed looking like he was about to wet himself "He' probably the one who broke in! We're all going to die."

"Whoa, hey people, get a grip. I'm not going to hurt you" Spider-Man insisted but JJ's influence reigned supreme here. Cocking their guns the guards internally debated releasing a volley in this closely packed hallway making Spider-Man blanch, no one else had to get hurt here. A very powerful voice suddenly managed to worm its way through the cacophony "Everyone just shut up." It was a teenage girl with short black hair that curled up at either side of her head; she looked about fifteen years old giving Spider-Man the impression she must be some kind of robotics genius, "Listen to me everyone" she called out again managing to snuff out the noise for a brief second "Now is not the time to panic." "Are you kidding" an older woman yelled trying to wrestle a weapon from one of the guards "Now is the perfect time to panic. The intruder's right there!" "Think for a second you idiots, if he was the intruder he would be killing us already" the girl shouted back before turning to the hero "Which way's the exit?" "Keep going behind me and to the left, you'll pass an…unfortunate scene and then a little ways deeper you'll see this big hole in the wall. Iron Man should be standing there waiting for his armor."

His words had a fairly undesired effect, instead of moving towards the exit in a calm and orderly fashion the mass decided to stampede their way forward. After the dust settled only he and the teenage employee were left gaping after their horrifyingly unprofessional exit. "Well…good luck with the intruder" the teenager commented maneuvering around the arachnid "I'm going to go evacuate now." "Hey thanks for the help" the hero said walking in the opposite direction "Happen to have a theory of where the intruder is going?" Stopping she undid the lanyard around her neck "Probably the Master Mold, it's just a guess but I think he's after our Sentinels. This'll get you in the door." She tossed him the lanyard which held a keycard which he caught easily "Thanks for the help, kid." Waving her hand dismissively the teenager walked around the corner "It's not kid, the name's Tron Bonne." Placing the lanyard around his neck the hero continued to follow the bloody footprints that led him deeper into the facility.

Meanwhile, Iron Man was impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for his armor to arrive at the facility. The early morning light made it easy to spot a small dot several miles out and approaching at high speed. "It's about time" Tony thought squinting but his initial hopes were dashed as the dot moved closer. There seemed to be something g hanging off the dot, as if something had caught onto his armor and was being dragged by it. Once it was about a mile from Tony his confused façade degraded into an angry sneer, he knew that shape too well. It was Thor carrying Captain America across the harbor and if the little black dot high up in the cloudy gray sky was any indication Hulk was also coming along using a gravity defying jump from the mainland. Captain America was also clearly nonplussed by Tony's presence on the island, a small frown graced his chiseled features as he and the god of thunder touched down on the island. "Come here by your lonesome Stark" the star spangled hero asked strolling up to his former teammate "Do you know who did this?" Tony shrugged "Maybe I do, maybe I don't, why don't you get a clue Captain?"

"I don't appreciate the snark, Stark" Steve replied "Could you stop being childish for a second and help us stop this super villain. Being spiteful is not a quality a hero should possess." "Spare me the nickel and dime advice Steve, I've got the situation under control." Thor gave an amused grunt "By the Bifrost! Only Heimdall himself could sight thy present endeavors into aiding the mortals under assault." "Can it Shakespeare, I'm waiting for a suit to arrive. My Avenger's have the situation under control for now." Captain America quirked an eyebrow "You Avengers?" On cue Laura ran out of the building with a heavily injured guard on her back "Tony, there are injured in the hallway." She called out before noticing the new arrivals "There are four more injured guards deeper inside, can you please extract them while I take this one to the hospital?" Before Tony could protest the Avengers muscling in on his mission both Cap and Thor rushed into the building while Laura hopped into her Quintjet and set off for the mainland leaving him gaping uselessly for a second "Just give it up Tony" Jean warned him "There's no need to hog the spotlight."

A huge earthquake alerted him to the fact that Hulk had just impacted onto the island "Where Cap and Thor, tin man" he asked straightening up. It took a second for Tony to pick himself up off the ground "Where the hell do you think they are?" he snipped causing the green giant to scowl at him "Hulk no like how tin man talks to him. Where Cap?" Hulk took a step forward but then something rectangular smacked him in the back if the head causing him to cry out. The thing fell into Tony's arm making him smile; it was his special suit at last. The one he was wearing independently slid off his body to be replaced by the new one within the span of a few seconds. "Figure it out" he snarled at hulk before blasting his way into the facility in pursuit of the old Avengers leaving Hulk scratching his head.

It took Magneto awhile to find where the factory's main computer was situated, there were dozens of smaller ones scattered about the room. As he was strolling down one of the aisles filled with Sentinels his eye was drawn to empty space located in the middle of one of these rows. Four of the podiums that should have housed individual Sentinels were empty leaving only a few loose sparking cables and a small scrap of paper. Picking up the paper Magneto noted that it was folded in half invitation style. On the front of the card was a cartoonish head, it looked sort of like the head of a lego figure. Staring at the cutesy smile the head was giving him Magneto flipped it open revealing a message in a loopy scrawl "Love the tech, hope you don't mind me borrowing a few. –Tron Bonne" "A thief, eh" the mutant commented before shrugging, they had only managed to abscond with four so in the long run it didn't have an impact on his mission. A little more searching revealed the mainframe, a tiny computer located near the far end of the room. Booting it up he plugged the memory stick with the control programs in but a second later a robotic female voice piped up. "Odd, for some reason I'd thought this Tron Bonne would be taller."

The mutant looked around ready to impale the mysterious interloper with a well molded floor spike but instead of a human appearing out of the shadows a computer monitor slid down from above. On it was a cartoon white circle with only a pair of vivid red lips on it "Greetings subject, and thank you so much for volunteering for a round of extremely harmless and humane tests." Magneto hrrmphed "Master Mold I presume?" "Correct, guinea pig" Master Mold replied with robotic joy "I don't appreciate any intruders in this aperture, especially when said intruder happens to steal away some of my beloved babies." A series of cables fell down from the ceiling and began to glow red with photon absorption "First test, try not to die!" Master Mold said as a barrage of lasers began to blast the area around Magneto. The mutant hurriedly levitated himself into the air and began to snake around the Sentinels to dodge the lasers. "The subject is able to fly at will" the computer commented to itself aloud "Bolivar will be most interested in the data accompanying these tests."

Blocking the inane voice out of his head Magneto concentrated on fighting back; first he would have to find where the Master Mold was located. Past scuffles with Trask Technology told him that the Master Mold was usually a Sentinel that was palette swapped and sitting around in a large chair. As he swooped about the room with red death followed his every move just a shade behind him. "Looking for something, Bonne?" Master Mold mocked "Shouldn't you prioritize passing my tests over stealing my children." "You'll have to forgive me but I have no desire to continue this little charade." Magneto bit back as he summoned forth a magnetic wave to rattle the room in hopes of unseating the Master Mold so he could destroy it. The lasers abated for a second as the factory computer fought to process exactly what happened "Why didn't I see it before, the subject is the threat to humanity my children were born to exterminate. This changes the nature of the test completely."

The tubes that had been firing lasers stopped and with a mechanical clack part of their nozzles twisted about until a heavy fog began to emanate. Painstakingly Master Mold began to sweep the room with these layered blasts of super chilled air freezing anything that came into contact with it. A fatal blast forced Magneto to ascend quickly to avoid becoming a mutant Popsicle and when he hit the zenith of the arc he nearly gawped at what stood in front of him. He had mistakenly assumed that the Master Mold would be indistinguishable from its offspring in form; it turned out to be quite the opposite in this world. Instead of a humanoid appearance the Master Mold was in fact a bloated sack of mechanical parts with a screen that showed a female cartoon face with an insane smile. The mechanism he had early thought to be a transportation system was in fact the Master Mold, its humongous bulk forced the engineer's who had built it to attach it to the ceiling because there was no room underneath it. The screen face was attached to a thin, reedy cord that had a number of arms and weapons grafted into it before it connected to a huge seven chamber thorax. The entire set up was meant to draw some sort of symbolic relationship with a queen bee which drew eerie similarities between it and the most recent batch of Sentinels from his world that had mirrored the appearance of insects.

As well as looking like a queen bee the Master Mold had also shaped its prime directive in the same fashion. In perhaps the best attempt for a machine to replicate how organic beings reproduced its entire factory was located inside the giant thorax which buzzed with the muted roar the tools used to craft Sentinels. Giggling at his horrified expression the Master Mold decided to "bless" him with an example of how it worked. Before his very eyes he watched each of the seven chambers contract in tandem as the factory inside began to construct a Sentinel. Typically a Master Mold could construct one of its lesser brethren in less than an hour if it had the right resources and the proper location with which undertake the task. This queen bee Master Mold birthed children within minutes; one appeared from her underside after a scant five minutes while a second shortly followed. "Mmmmmm, that look on your face, subject" it commented playfully "I'll treasure the video feed forever." The two newly birthed Sentinels leapt into action firing beams from their mouths while their mother continued to try and trap Magneto with icy blasts.

Reaching out Magneto grabbed the pair with his power and attempted to crush them like soda cans but a sudden blast of magnetic energy cancelled his attack and sent him reeling. "So rude, you should never attempt to molest a child in front of its mother" the Master Mold chided using a second blast to send him into a wall "Luckily for this mama bear her creator was prepared for this eventuality. For one such as yourself you did not exceed my expectations, in fact you failed by a margin of 19%. That is unacceptable and pathetic, and I do not permit either of those adjectives into my aperture. Farewell mutant, you've failed my class." "Do you ever shut up" Magneto asked the machine standing up a bit shakily "Perhaps if you did you would have noticed my checkmate." "Big words, Tron Bonne, but I have you right where I want you" the machine crowed as its children began to power up the next shot of lasers that would spell the end of Magneto "I must confess, no one has ever managed to beat test L." Test L" the mutant asked quizzically "Yes, L is for lasers, which you must survive but you can't, no one has" the machine informed him "And after that unflattering performance you just put on I highly doubt you'll be able to make the grade this late in the exam."

"If there was one thing I learned from university it was when confronted with an impossible test given by a craven, mechanical professor with the timbre of nails on a chalkboard the easiest way to win…" Magneto looked at the machine's face with a grin "…is to cheat like hell." The console he had inserted the memory stick into chimed like an oven and the Sentinels who had formerly been plotting to disintegrate him suddenly went through a violent state of matricide by turning their lasers on mummy dearest. Screaming in rage Maser Mold watched helplessly as its middle compartment blew into a million shards of shrapnel sending razor sharp bits of metal as well as large chunks of welded thorax everywhere. With one last push of his awesome powers Magneto halted their projection and sent them swirling about the Master Mold. "Very good guinea pig, very good" it praised him over the creak of metal being compressed "You pass the test with flying colors but the test itself was a merely a batch of basic multiplications tables and a dash of light calisthenics. I'm still alive you know and when I reboot I will get you my pretty and your little mutant horde too." With each passing second the Master Mold's voice grew higher and higher in pitch before reaching a helium-like, hilarious voice then disappearing entirely. A small metal cube dropped into Magneto's hand, the result of the mechanical mother being subjected to the best of his abilities. Flicking her geometric corpse over one shoulder he began giving orders to the Sentinels who were now under his control.

"Start digging you abominable machines" he ordered wiping some dust off his suit "I don't want to be sticking around much longer, any more lollygagging and we're liable to get caught." The minute the words were out of his mouth the mutant turned around using his powers to grab a sheet of metal to hold in front of him. Spider-Man placed a huge dent in his makeshift shield but it held forcing the arachnid to back flip a few feet away. "Maggy" the hero exclaimed "It's been far too long, you know that." Ignoring the shortened name Magneto waved the hero away dismissively "Away with you, I have no quarrel with you mutate." "Thanks for the offer Mags but boy do I have a quarrel with you" the red and blue clad bug replied "Breaking and entering is a serious crime you know." "So is murder but I see little reason to stop there" the mutant replied summoning a barrage of shrapnel into the air then throwing it at the bug. Spider-Man effortlessly dodged it to the point where not even a shallow cut had managed to make purchase on his body at all. A quick thwip of web blinded Magneto long enough for the hero to land a nasty blow to the mutant's middle. His bones shuddered from the blow warning him he was not as young as he used to be while the binding fluid proved to most resistant to attempts to pull it off his face.

"Sentinels 36 and 49, attack" Magneto ordered getting a look of pure panic from the webhead. While the mutant struggled to free his eyesight Spider-Man was forced to duck and dodge around the machines as they launched coordinated attacks. A powerful punch to one of their wrists proved to be useless even while Peter Parker channeled his entire spider like strength into it. "Oh, this is bad" he bemoaned as one of them used the opening to backhand him into a wall. With considerably less spring in his step Spider-Man got back onto his feet before the robots could stun lock him with synchronized ground pounds. Dodging one fist then another he weaved his way up the wrist of one coming to a stop right next to its head. Clinging to the back of the head Spider-Man used both hands to punch a hole into one of the robots where a bevy of electrical cords and motherboards were nestled. Frantically pulling out as many as he could the hero was forced away by a jab from one Sentinel which sent the other to the ground. A few breathless seconds later Spider-Man whooped from victory as the downed Sentinel began to smoke and twitch. One on one, however, proved to be not as decisive as he had hoped. In typical Sentinel fashion the robot processed the data on how Spider-Man defeated its brethren then evolved its algorithms so that it could produce a battle style in order to combat its foe more effectively. Instead of lumbering forward for melee strikes the Sentinel hung back shooting a barrage of lasers to hassle its foe while keeping a steady gaze on the wall crawler as he tried to flank the robot to get to its vulnerable head.

A stalemate took place as either battler tried to gain some sort of advantage, Spider-Man was too quick for the Sentinel to hit while the constant laser barrage kept the hero at a distance. With a quick yank of his web string Spider-Man flew back into the air dodging a laser before shooting several web balls at the titan's face to try and blind it. Sadly while its optic sensors did go down its radar did not allowing it to track its opponent just with as much precision as before. "Sheesh, I can't see how the X-Men are able to deal with these alloy thugs, they're relentless" he commented as one of the Sentinel's fists extended from its wrist nearly clobbering Spider-Man with a surprise sucker punch. "Looks like you could use a hand, kid" a voice called out to him. From down below Captain America dashed into the room tossing his shield at the robot's head while simultaneously tackling its ankle. The one-two blow successfully staggered the machine allowing Peter to smash it with a two fisted pound to the forehead which managed to dent the machine a little He followed it up with two more attacks before the Sentinel managed to grab him by the foot and fling him away. Gracefully the arachnid landed next to Cap who had just managed to reclaim his shield on the rebound. "Whatcha doing here Cap" he asked his eyes bugging out "Last I heard you were six feet under." "Here's a better question, why are you working with Stark?" Spider-Man rubbed his head "It's…complicated" he admitted softly before a thunderous groan alerted them to their advancing opponent.

Spider-Man bounded his way to the left while Captain America circled right flanking the robot but to no end. A repulsor blast flew out from behind the machine melting its middle in an instant; the Sentinel fell to the earth with a crash and was no more. Touching down Iron Man's helm lifted up "Are both of you ok" he asked getting nods from both of them. "We had it you know" Spider-Man pointed out, feeling robbed of his victory "It would have been folly to have let that battle continue on for much longer" Captain America chided him. "Did you get Magneto" Tony asked Spider-Man who looked about the room for the metal master only to come up empty. It wasn't just Magneto either, aside from the two broke ones all the other Sentinel units had disappeared leaving only a huge hole in their wake. Peering down into its dark void Peter looked up at his leader "Should we go after them" he asked. Tony shook his head "This looks deep and more than likely Magneto would be waiting for us with an army of Sentinels under his command. We're outmatched and likely to get ambushed, he wins this round." The trio began to make their way back outside of the facility just in time to watch Thor and Hulk take off with the rest of the injured while Laura returned from the mainland.

"The doctors told me that the guard I delivered to them would be ok" she reported as she hopped out of the vehicle "Predictably if Hulk and Thor manage to get there without incident the other four will be safe as well." She turned to look at her compatriots "How did the battle with Magneto fare?" "Not good, he sicced some Sentinels on me then disappeared down the tunnel the others created to escape" Spider-Man replied sighing "There's nothing we can do." "Bullshit' Laura replied before walking past them "If you are too scared to follow him then stay here and mope while I go clean up this mess." She was stopped by her team leader grabbing her shoulder "Think this over Laura, Magneto is an incredibly dangerous mutant with a retinue of killer robots loyally following him, do you think any of us stand a chance against that" Tony said gently but firmly "This sucks but we'll have to wait and see what he tries to do next before we have a chance to take him down." She turned to him, eyes blazing "You do not understand the scope of what this means, Stark. Magneto has never had any problem when it comes to using force to solve an issue. With those Sentinels he could level the city and what you want to do is sit back and wait for the inevitable?"

"Hardly" he scoffed letting go of her "Once we get back to the tower I'll run start running a diagnostics test to see where they've gone. A hole of that size must be easy to pick up if you X-ray the Earth's mantle. Plus I'll even start whipping some programs that'll stop his little robot friends in their tracks once they show back up. In the meantime you and Parker can go around trying to pinpoint his location; he could still be holed up in the city." His words did little to placate her so Captain America tried instead "Listen up soldier, facing the enemy isn't always about trying harder, it's about fighting smarter." He explained in a calm and collected voice "Right now we have to let the enemy get away or risk casualties which we don't need right now. Instead we have the advantage of knowing the size of the enemies' forces which we can use to track him down. I doubt those Sentinel things are easy to hide. Patience is a virtue, soldier." Captain America's words had more of an effect, the tension built up in her shoulder's died and after an agitated huff she crossed her arms and nodded nonchalantly.

"Uh… hey, hate to interrupt this pep rally but…" Spider-Man waved to the area around them "Has anyone seen my Quinjet?" The heroes looked around the area which was bare of anything save the building, the ocean, and the crowd of rescued personnel who were huddled nearby. "The first time you ride it you lose it" Laura asked sarcastically "No wonder you do not have a ride, no one in their right mind would trust you with that kind of absent mindedness." "Hey, how was I supposed to now they enforced the parking laws as strictly here as they do in the city" Spider-Man said defending himself "Besides there's a good reason I don't drive around on my rounds, have you ever tried to find a parking space down town?" Sighing Iron Man rubbed his temples "Cut the quarreling you two. Obviously someone took off with the Quintjet, Laura can you I.D who?" Reluctantly the mutant sniffed around the area where the vehicle had been parked "You are correct, someone took it. Unfortunately I don't recognize the scent." "Don't you have some sort of security on those things Stark" Spider-Man asked which sent a bout of rage swimming through Tony's veins "I had them specially modded for you two in a hurry, I didn't have enough time to put in anti-theft tech because I didn't think you were oblivious enough to let your own Quinjet be stolen." Before it could turn into a full out blame game Captain America grabbed Iron Man by the collar and pulled him a distance away "Stark, why is X-23 here? I was under the impression that her father did not want her to get involved with any missions outside of the X-Men." Tony shrugged dismissively "She wanted to join up and since I was a little short of members I couldn't say no. Besides she's a big girl, she can do anything she wants." This didn't fly with Cap who shot Tony a withering look "I hope you realize that when Wolverine finds out that I won't be the one sweeping up what's left of you."

The billionaire was unfazed by the threat "Would you care to take her place instead?" That remark drudged up some bad memories for the both of them "Leave Parker and Kinney out of this, Stark. This isn't the time to bring children into a situation like this." "What do you know of the situation, Steve" Tony barked back "Besides both of them have plenty of experience under their belts, they don't need any handholding." "I beg to differ; I've seen kids like them before. Bright, earnest, unaware of the dangers and horrors they'll face during the job and in time they'll crack. I couldn't live with myself of I let them participate, especially now that we've been thrown into another world." He shot a pointed look at Tony "I don't appreciate you hiding that from me." "How'd you figure it out" Ton asked bitterly. "Thor tried to return to Asgard a few days ago but couldn't, something is keeping him from accessing the Bifrost." To his dismay Tony realized Captain America had unearthed a clue that had eluded him for the past week or so. Even if they were in another world/dimension/whatever there was only one dimension that held the elder Viking gods which should have been accessible from any dimension. The fact that Thor wasn't able to contact his family meant that someone was blocking his way, someone powerful if they were able to shut down the Bifrost.

"So, what are you going to do about it" Tony asked crossing his arms. "We'll see if whoever is doing this has malevolent intentions; if they do then the Avenger's will stop them." Cap replied "And if they don't" Tony remarked "Maybe this was an accident or something." The billionaire waited for an answer but got none "Steve…" he said with suspicion lacing his voice "What happens when you find the guy who did this, are you going to demand he let you go home?" The first Avenger turned away unable to face looking at Tony "If this isn't a plan to hurt the world then I see no reason to return home." Tony's jaw dropped "You want to stay in this world don't you" he accused his former companion "You're mad that you died in the real world and now that you've got a second chance you're planning on picking up where you left off, aren't you." The star spangled hero rounded on him "I want to live Tony, is that such a crime? I have a second shot at life and I plan to pursue it, I love what I do." "Have you told your team members of this little plan of yours?" Tony asked to which his former friend nodded "They agree with my desires and if I help them find out who did this then they see no reason to force me back into death's embrace."

"Steve, listen to me, I know how hard it was for the world to lose you. Really, I do." Stark began slowly "But the dead have to stay dead, we've seen before what happens when people try to overcome it. Most of them we've fought, when you try to cheat death it messes with your head in some way." "I imagine if I had boobs like Ms. Grey my wanting to live wouldn't be such a big deal." Captain America sniped hoping to turn Tony's newest playmate into his clinching argument. "Hate to break your little bubble Steve but Jean is fighting to return to our dimension. She accepts the fact she's died and wants to set things right." Albeit, the reason Jean wanted to die was more complex than doing what was right in the eyes of the fates but Steve didn't need to know that. "Ms. Grey can do whatever she wants but I intend to continue my life's work" Captain America replied with an air of finality. "I see" Tony replied turning around and stalking out the door "But I am going home and if I have to go through you I won't hesitate to send you back for round two with the reaper." As he watched the hero storm away he thought cynically to Jean 'That guy is unbelievable, always spouting off how heroes need to be noble and self-sacrificing then he tries to pull a stunt like this.' He paused, waiting for the red head's reply, but he never got one. A chill shot up his spine and without a word he blasted his way out the ceiling and made a beeline for his home.

Meanwhile as the heroes continued to widen the rifts between themselves a red and blue arachnid themed Quintjet was barreling over the roofs of the skyscrapers in downtown New York. Inside a certain raven haired girl in a lab coat was giggling along with a lego-esque robot that stood at the same height as her knee cap. "What a bunch of jokers" she said tossing the horn rimmed fake glasses she had been wearing for the past week or so "To think those idiots managed to create something so cute and powerful but surrounded it with a security force that was as effective as wet tissue paper."The little robot chirped something indecipherable to the human ear but Tron Bonne reacted violently. With an enraged gasp she kicked the robot up against the front window and pressed on his helpless body with the toe of her leg. "What did you say to me #42" she snarled getting a small, muffled scream from the robot.

"That what I thought" she said releasing the robot who cowered on the floor of the Quintjet "Besides that intruder sped up my plan by a few days, he didn't enable me to steal those giant robots. I had the plan all figured out, I know I could have done it by myself." Glancing up she managed to see the outline of something massive and human shaped zooming high above the stratosphere just out of the eye range of a normal human being. The four Sentinels she had stolen were going to be a lot of fun to play with.

It was silly, he had a perfectly good bike waiting for him at the harbor but he had chosen to hoof his way to Stark Tower by foot, fueled entirely by the swarm of emotions that he had considered to be as buried as she was. Panting Logan looked up at Stark Tower from a block away, a multitude of construction crews had descended on the building and had begun to repair it with a speed and efficiency that shamed the city's construction labor force. Despite having took heavy damage a few days ago from a super villain's attack, or so Stark Industries claimed. Even under the gypsum, the pollution, and the scent of millions who walked this street everyday he could smell her. Completely indistinguishable as it had been a decade ago, even though he wasn't particularly sentimental Wolverine found himself quaking from the powerful emotions at the memories the smell of her perfume brought back. For one, long moment he stood there like a loony on the sidewalk wondering what he was going to do. He was going to see her of course, but then again maybe not, besides what in hell would they talk about? 'Hey there Jean, nice to see you back from the dead, let's pick off where we left off, eh" said one of many scenarios which whiplashed about his head at a mile per minute.

Ultimately it wasn't him that was drawn to Jean, it was his body that had not stopped heaving even though he had managed to catch his breath a while ago. Moving on autopilot he stepped forward, his chin was still craning to glimpse at the highest story which was reflecting the sun with a bright intensity. As he entered the lobby a quick flash of red hair made him tense but a second later he relaxed. The hair in question was a much lighter strawberry blond in comparison to the blood red tresses she sported. "Why Mr. Logan, I wasn't expecting to see you today" Pepper greeted with a big smile as she approached the fellow Avenger "I'm sorry to say that Mr. Stark isn't around right now. You can relax in a one of the upstairs lounges if you want till he gets back." Tired of this bullshit he grabbed Pepper by the arm and dragged her close "Where's Jean" he growled, his tone treading the line between dangerous and urgent. Taken aback, it took a second for Pepper to reply "I-I-I'm sorry Mr. Logan but Mr. Stark has given me strict orders that no one is allowed to see Ms. Grey without his permission." "Knowing Stark he has her under lock and key, and knowing that means that you, his personal secretary, has the only copy of that key" he said before employing his claws with a snikt.

Their edges were a fraction of the inch above Pepper's neck, any lower and they would have started to draw blood from her jugular. The secretary didn't even flinch "I see, I don't want trouble Mr. Logan" even when she was under attack Pepper's voice never wavered from her cheerful, professional tone she took with every guest who entered Stark Tower. "Then just take me to her" the mutant demanded before taking a deep sniff before tacking on "Also I need you to deliver a message to that slimy bastard Tony. I don't know why my daughter is hanging around this Tower but if he knows what's good for him he'll tell her to scram." The other employees around the duo had finally taken notice of what was happening and beginning to panic but Pepper waved them off with a dismissive wave "Get back to work everyone, I'll handle this."

Together the pair boarded the elevator, with a swipe of her card Pepper sent them rocketing to penthouse suite. When they arrived she pointed to the heavy mahogany doors but it was a moot gesture, Wolverine could smell her cloying scent emanating from the door. Ditching his hostage he walked forward in a trance, his thoughts completely blank as his hand rested on the doorknob. A few jerks clued him in to how sturdy the door was and he turned back to the secretary with a scowl "Open the damn door Potts." Pepper shook her head "Sorry, but the deal was I would take her to you. She's behind the door and there she'll stay, I'm sorry Mr. Logan but Mr. Stark was very insistent no one see her." Wordlessly he unsheathing his claws again and took a menacing step towards her but then Jean's voice came wafting from behind the door "Leave her alone Logan." He froze, wondering if this would be the part where he would wake up in a hot sweat with his hormones raging so wildly it would take days for them simmer. But reality did not crash down upon his poor, unfortunate soul "Ms. Potts, thank you for your attempt to stop him but it is fine. Please go back down stairs and don't come back up here."

Even as she was still in Logan's eyesight Pepper closed the elevator and opened her phone, it didn't take Professor X to realize she was calling Tony. Not giving a shit in the slightest Logan walked back over to the door; he could see Jean's shadow dancing from underneath the door. "Is…is it really you" he whispered not trusting his enhanced senses in the slightest, they had been wrong before. "Yes Logan, it's…good to hear your voice." She answered him "I never…I never thought we could chat like this again, even in my wildest dreams." "Me neither" he admitted before jerking the unyielding doorknob "Open up Jean, I need to see you" "I'm sorry Logan I can't" she answered which nearly triggered one of his infamous berserker rages. "Then I'm tearing it down" he roared gripping the handle with both hands "That bastard can't keep me away from you Jean, nothing will." "Nothing, Logan" she asked "Not even me?" He paused "What, why would you…?" "Logan, listen to me" she said gently but firmly "You have to stay away from me, at all costs." "Bullshit" he snarled banging to the door with a barrage of punches "Why the hell would I want to stay away from you. Why the hell would you want to stay away from me? We fucking have another chance at this and you don't want to fucking take it?"

"Logan, we had something once" she replied with the frost of the arctic in her voice "Your friendship means the world to me but it won't work, it never will." "Lies, fucking lies" he screamed back continuing his assault on the doors "I thought about this every single day since you died, I'm willing to do anything, everything, to get you back." "But I'm not" she said which stopped his attack on the only barrier between them completely. For a second she could see his shadow shudder under the door before it grew until it covered the crack running underneath the door. "I won't give up Jean" he said his bass voice as steady as granite "I don't know what the hell is going on but I've been through a lot of shit, before I met you, while we were together and after you died and I can guarantee it that whatever is going on won't be able to stop me from being with you." The shadow under the door disappeared which was followed by the sound of breaking glass then the sound of Logan jumping down the skyscraper using his claws to puncture the anterior wall of Stark Tower to control his descent till he was safely back on the ground. Inside Jean was standing like a statue still by the door trying to understand the magnitude of what had just happened as pondering what the hell she was going to do next.

The next thing she knew the door opened allowing Tony in full iron Man regalia to enter the room with an extremely anxious expression plastering his face. Without a word he grabbed the nearby extinguisher and doused her locks which had spontaneously combusted. "Pepper called me" he explained as he sprayed her "I had a feeling you were in trouble and was heading back here She caught me in midflight. Although, it seems like you managed to deal with him on your own." Waving away the smoke Jean nodded "Yes, I am surprised as well. I thought for sure just having him nearby would be the end of any restraint I had, perhaps this will be easier than I thought?" Tony looked at her with frown before grabbing a nearby rag and polishing his wrist till it shone. He put the reflective piece of armor in front of her so that it would give her a glimpse of reflection and she flinched in response. In the golden surface of the armor her eyes stared back at her, the left one its normal green while the right one had taken on a cruel golden gleam. A few streaks of corrupted red, like rust, had wormed its way through her blood colored hair. "You really weren't kidding when you said Logan brings the Phoenix Force out of you" Tony commented.