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He waited for her to get dressed, trying to collect his thoughts and emotions and make sure everything was in check. When she walked out he looked at her, the bathroom light showing a clear image of her. His eyes looked over her, having missed the sight of her. Having missed, so very much about her. Things that he was incapable of expressing. Yet, she had known how he felt about her, even if he failed in vocalizing it. She was not a foolish woman. She would have not stayed with him if she did not understand him. If she had not been able to see in his eyes what emotions were behind them. It was not her mutant power but she could sense his emotions better than even an empath could. She said that if she was keeping him from something, then he could go. There was a strong familiarity of these words, for she had often said them in the past.

She had known of his need to find Shaw and never stood in his way. It had been his choice to slow down the process, and could never bring himself to regret that time he spent with her. "I will ensure that fresh clothing is brought to you tomorrow," he stated, needing to keep things like this. That is, until he knew what the appropriate words were to say. He made his way to the door, holding it open for her. "I will take you," he told her. She was not keeping him from anything apart from sleep and he doubted he would get any of that tonight. "I failed in giving you a proper tour of the residence, so will start by showing you the kitchen." Apart from his bedroom and her own, he had not showed her anywhere else because . . . well, first because he had been stitching her wounds and the other reason was, because he had kept her in here for, how they had just spent the last little while.

Soon enough she asked him if he was alright, if he had been fed. "I am well," he assured her. This was nothing compared to the 9 years he had spent previous to this imprisonment. A week had felt like nothing. And at the same time, an eternity. "I had not expected you to execute your plan so quickly." He had expected her to do something, through it was more of a trust in her that she would. He had just not realized it would happen so soon.

"Which was foolish on my part," he added with a bit of a smile. He could admit when he was wrong, and when the fault should rest on him. This was one such time. "I will know better, should there be a next time." Which he hoped there wouldn't be. He didn't exactly enjoy getting locked up and withheld from his true purpose. He supposed these were the risks in their line of work: freedom fights. While his fugitive status made things more difficult at times, it was not impossible to carry out what plans they created. Especially now, with Magda at his side and the Brotherhood growing strong and dedicated to their cause, everything was falling into place. This was the start of their future; a future for mutants.

Magneto was quite enjoying watching her take the lead, controlling each situation with flawless results. Not only was she preventing their capture -- or well, his re-capture -- but she was also successfully eliminating the threats, permanently. He could not be more proud of her. He merely watched each failed attempt by the glory of her hand, with admiration and pride. She had truly come so far from who she once was. She had embraced her powers, and was using them for the greater good. Using them to fight for their rights by destroying their enemy. She was truly, his Magda.

Once they got to the roof it did not take long for a helicopter to descend, piloted none other than Toad. He waited for Magda to get inside first, not bothering to look behind him to see if anyone was coming. She had ensured that had not happened, and as previously established, he'd rather enjoyed watching her do so. He put his hand on Toad's shoulder for a moment as he got into the helicopter, and Toad gave him a nod before taking off the ground. Magneto looked out the window, seeing the roof grow more and more distant. He had planned to destroy the building, but she had taken care of the necessary floors. "Anything you would like to add to your statement?" He asked her, before they were gone and hopefully, this time for good.

He could smell something in the air. As if there was something burning. It was then that he noticed her hand on the wall, and knew that she herself was doing it; something to create that smell. It filled him with that pride once again. He no longer had to tell her what needed to be done; for she understood that the only way for their kind to thrive, was by ensuring that homo sapiens did not. By teaching them lessons of power and dominance; by showing them that mutants were stronger than they could ever hope to be.

Once they got inside the elevator he waited for her to control it, aware that by this time, guards would be filling the building, searching on every floor for him. But it hardly left him concerned. Actually, he wasn't even the slightest bit worried. With her by his side, and the metal spheres in his hand, they were unstoppable.

He looked at her as she took in the surroundings. The realization that war against their kind had started. Before, as she compared, it had been in the camps. Now, it was everywhere. Their kind could not live as free people for when identified as having exceptional gifts, they would become targets. Magda understood this. It was why she supported the cause, why she fought along with him: for mutant justice. He was unsure as to what he could say in this moment, for words to comfort such a painful past and present were inadequate. This kind of comfort had to be demonstrated through actions of fighting for their kind. She then told him to do something that he would not have otherwise done, yet seemed to be logical, just and right. He looked around the room, taking a few steps back so that he was outside the doors, waiting for her to join him.

When they were both outside of it, he raised his hands to the ceiling, finding whatever metal he could to cause the ceiling to collapse. Furthermore, he used the metal doors, pushing them in, crushing anything and everything that was held in the containers. When he was satisfied with the destruction of the room, he just looked at it. "They will not gain from our suffering," he said, in a strongly determined voice. That was after all, what the Brotherhood fought for. Magda was still getting used to it all, he knew that. Understood that. But she was showing more commitment and loyalty than most others. "Come," he said, gently touching her arm before placing one hand at his side, the other still with the metal spheres, and began to walk back to the elevator. He wasn't planning on leaving without at least crushing the cell he had been contained int. That, was his statement to make.

He continued to give a small smirk at her words, not entirely opposed to the idea of a surprise. For he trusted she would have made the proper arrangements, and yet was still surprised that she had come so soon. That she had orchestrated this entire plan to get him out so quickly. For he knew without having to ask, that she had been the brains behind this operation. He turned his attention forward when the doors opened, as she explained that they were trying to call for help. "Let them," he said, with that same confidence that he carried himself with when it came to his powers. "I shall not be long," he added, he began to walk down the hall, alongside her, not showing to be in any kind of rush. He casually walked down, eliminated the guards who were getting to be so predictable with their withdrawal of guns, verbal warnings, and then inevitable deaths. Really. They could prove to be at least a little more of a challenge.

He forced open the metal doors and entered the room where his helmet was being held. This time, instead of glass, there was plastic surrounding it. Luckily, he had his buttons turned bullets. He expanded one of them, creating a sharp edge which he used to cut a circle through the plastic, allowing him to reach in and pull his helmet out. Perfect. He smiled as his eyes scanned over his prized possession. He then tucked it under his arm and turned to her. "Now, we can go," he stated, returning the metal to its previous form as he returned back to the elevator with Magda. "Let's see what this surprise of yours is," he said with teasing anticipation as he let her take control of the elevator to take them to their destination.

Erik watched in intrigue, ignoring the man's words and more focused on Magda to see what she could do. And she truly did have it all strategically planned out. She began to pour acid something -- which Erik presumed to be some sort of acid -- over the lock to melt it. And when a threat came to her, he prepared himself to protect her, however she took care of it herself. Not with any powers, but with own strength. It caused Magneto's lips to curve into a smile, feeling a great deal of pride in her during this moment. When she took a step back, he pushed open the door, seeing her begin to remove her shirt of reveal more metal, this time, in the form of buttons. He continued to smile, looking directly at her as he approached her. Calmly. Composed. Ignoring the fact that more guards were heading their way.

He put his hand on her chin, cupping it as he titled her head up. "Exquisite," he praised, feeling a rather overwhelming urge to kiss her. But there would be time for that later. Seeing the guard so close to him, he extended his hand to metal pole which had a nice tip to it and aimed it at the guard, forcing it right through the man's throat. He then pulled it out, keeping it nearby but grew distracted with the buttons she was also offering him. He waved his hand over them, causing them to float in the air, circling above his palm. He then returned his gaze to her for a moment. "You spoil me," he said. For not only had she brought him that glorious metal weapon, she had also brought him these. "Shall we?" He said as he began to walk forward, the buttons at his hand at the pole at her side, for he wanted nothing in between them. He wasn't running or rushing, for now, he felt powerful. It was as if he had been in a deep withdrawal and he had just gained his fix. Only this, was natural. And they had put him in a very unnatural environment. As they walked further down, the doors opened, revealing an armed group of men with plastic guns.

"Don't move or we will shoot!" He did not fear for his life, nor Magda's. He simply looked at her with another slight smirk playing on his lips. It was a sign of his answer at the men began to fire. Magneto moved one of the buttons and expanded it into a large circle which would serve as a shield. He then held it up in front of them so that all the bullets either bounded off of it or were embedded in it. But none passed it. When they seemed to run out of fire, or realized their attempts were futile, Magneto slowly lowered the improvised shield and looked at them. "My turn." He took the buttons and warped them into thick spheres; the equivalent to bullets. He fired them around, shooting them at every man within sight, leaving no survivors. When they all lay lifelessly on the ground, Magneto brought them back to the palm of his hand, letting them levitate above it. Humans truly did not learn anything from the past.

Erik listened carefully as she explained the answer to his question. She said there were many, but he did not believe that there were too many to control. It was just a matter of knowing how to control them. He was going to find a way to get her to focus on controlling that panic, and thus the people around her. For as he had said, and demonstrated, her panic could have severe consequences by placing herself in danger. She had told him that she controlled people's emotions, not how they reacted to those emotions. That was something else that would need to be taught but it would come later. Right now, it was about getting her to keep her emotions in check, regardless of what fear and panic she may be experiencing.

She asked him if he ever loses control. He made it a point to never lie, especially to his fellow mutants, and he was not going to start now. "Yes," he answered, without making it sound like a weakness. "I used to," he added. That is, before Charles told him how to control his abilities. While Magneto was able to do small things, Charles had unlocked the key Erik needed to take his powers to the next level. "But I learned how to maintain control despite my surroundings." He paused, looking at her with a slight smile that was meant to reveal reassurance. "All mutants abilities tend to become more difficult to control when they are unable to stabilize their emotions." It was not uncommon for a mutant to have trouble keeping hold of their powers when exhibiting a strong emotional state. He wanted her to know that, and that he had been no exception to this but rather, had learned to control it.

She was the first to move, adjusting her position so that she was seated at the edge of the bed. Furthermore, she spoke about going to the kitchen to find something to eat. He knew her well. He knew that she was the kind who enjoyed laying in bed, enjoyed soaking in the emotions of the aftermath. So he knew, that she was doing this for him. Because he was not one who could so easily let a carefree nature surface. Not back when he was with her and determined to kill Shaw. And perhaps not even now.

Yet, it did not mean that he wished to let her go either. The conflict of all this was precisely why he failed in saying any words. Why she had to be the first to speak. He adjusted his own position as well, siting upright and shifting a little closer to her. With her back toward him, he moved forward so that he was still seated on the bed, but her back was pressed against his chest. He leaned forward, speaking directly in her ear in a low voice. "If that is what you require," he said. He then lowered his lips, moving them along her shoulder, creating a trail of light kisses. "Then I shall not keep you from your meal," he finished, raising his hand and using his powers, pulled his belt and pants toward him until he clutched them in his hand.