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She said that she wanted to stay here, and Magneto felt an inevitable wave of relief wash over him. He may not show it, but he felt it. Strongly. Not only did she want to stay, but her next words revealed that she wanted to stay, with him. And it was possible. This time, knowing she was a mutant, it was possible. She added on that she wished to learn and control her powers, and Magneto would give her that. Offer her the proper training to control the incredible gift she possessed. With how the world was advancing, technology would soon replace nearly everything. She would have control over so much. And he wanted her to feel that power; feel that dominance. Show that she need not be afraid, for she could overcome any opponent, regardless of how formidable they may seem. Her question distracted him from saying any of this, as she inquired as to whether anyone would care that she was.

He knew what she meant by that. There was a bond he had with her that could not be replaced or compensated for by anyone else. He had been with her, believing she was a human. His hatred for homo sapiens had not stopped that. And it was not for just anyone that he would overlook this hatred for, and form a legitimate relationship with. Even if it had only lasted a few months, their departure from each other was not due to lacking feelings. "No," he answered bluntly. Whatever relations he had engaged in the past with whichever women, did not result in long lasting intimate relationships. He did not return the question to her, for whether she was with someone or not, she was here with him now. And he knew she would mention if that needed to change. "Those feelings of strength are within you," he said, returning the topic of her developing her powers.

Why? Because he did not know how to define them. He did not know how to state what he wanted when it came to them. It was easier to talk about her abilities, rather than his deep affections and love for her. "I will help you make them to surface." When she was fully healed and better able to start training. "But for now, you should rest." She had been through quite an ordeal. With saying those words, part of him -- most of him -- wanted her to stay here, in his company. In his bed. Yet the other, less dominating part, wondered if it would be better for her to be in her own room. Seeing her again, filled him with that familiar desire of wanting her. Of needing to be with her. Stronger now, knowing she was a mutant. "I will show you to your room." With that, he rose to his feet, immediately turning around so that he would not let his desires get the better of him.

She proved how well she knew him. She was able to see past the guarded expression he constantly wore. Able to determine what was deep within him, without having seen him these past several years. She recognized the way he looked at her and that . . . left him concerned. Because he did not want to feel for her what he did. He wanted to live this life of solitude so that all his attentions could be focused on Shaw. Yet, here she was. And he found it difficult to even consider walking away from her. She was so convinced that he was alive, and part of him knew he wasn't. Not in the way that a living man should be. He did not know what his life would be after his vengeance was satisfied. Each time she touched him reminded him of the man he could not be. The man that he was robbed of being. And he could not decide if that was a good or bad thing. When her hands fell back to his, he looked down at them, watching her trace his lines, hearing her speak true words. He was angry. He had not let go. And then, she questioned his powers.

His gaze remained on her hands. He was not ashamed of what he could do. In fact, he used it to instill fear in others. That was what Shaw had wanted after all, wasn't it? For him to be unleashed; to break the young boy into an uncontrolled frenzy of anger. To give him as much possible pain as he could so that his powers would be exposed. Well, Erik was going to return that favor to Shaw. So he could not, would not, reject his powers. She was one of the first people to really know what he was, and that part of him had not changed. It had only become stronger. His eyes stayed fix on her hands, and without verbally answering her question, he used his abilities to pull out the coin from his pocket. It floated in the air, toward his hand where he gently placed it in the palm of his hand that she still held. Looking at the coin for some time, he finally raised his gaze to look back up into her eyes. "He created what I am." Erik was not dismissive of that, but nor was he grateful for the methods Shaw had used. "And he will be destroyed by it." He could no longer prolong telling her. For she would be able to see it in his eyes whenever Shaw's name was brought up.

As she got ready, he pulled his pants on and went to the washroom to freshen up, stepping out as she asked him if he would join her for breakfast. She understood his need to find Shaw and while he was slowed down, the entire mission was not halted. For that, he was relieved. For otherwise, it would have forced him to make a decision to choose between her and Shaw. And while that choice still may be coming, he did not have to be faced with it now. He reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, thinking over her question though he knew his answer. He paused for a moment, taking a few steps toward her, until he was standing in front of her.

"It would be my pleasure," he told her, leaning forward and tilting his head down for another kiss. Not one that lingered as much as the others, but still held passion to it. He turned once again to continue getting ready, pulling on his scarf and jacket. "Is there somewhere you need to go?" He asked, his offer to take her somewhere while he carried on his plans. He knew of a place where one of Shaw's former associates tended to spend a great deal of time at. He would wait there until the man came and then use some rather unconventional methods of interrogation. He often left these details out of his plans whenever Magda inquired curiously about them. "I will be able to take you before going to my own destination," he added. He could not always, but today, he had some time to spare.

Magda was starting to explain things. While he continued his work stitching the wound closed, he was intently listening to every single word she spoke. She could control electric things; she was a technopath. It made sense, considering how she could control the plane. But he had never considered her powers when they had last been together. She had distracted him from so much, and he had not been able to be angry at her for it. He had enjoyed it. Cherished that time they were together. Only to have it come to a tragic end, like most endings where homo sapiens were involved. Or that was what he had believed. But she was not a human, she was one of them. A mutant. He was forced to stop his work when she pulled her hands from it and it forced him to make eye contact with her. Though she was still adverting her gaze on him, his was fixed on her, trying to see what emotions he could behind her eyes, behind her expression. She spoke of what would have been their daughter. Lost, once again at the hands of humans. He kept his face calm, composed, almost expressionless as he had learned to control his emotions. Yet, she knew the most vulnerable side to him. Because she had made him love her. Not with any mutant ability, but through a far more natural process.

He could see the tears in her eyes, but he made no attempt to comfort her. Especially when she was talking about how she did not want her gifts; how she had tried to reject them. It made him angry. Angry at those who forced hers -- and so many other mutants -- to live in constant fear. Afraid to embrace their gifts because society told them it was an abomination; a curse against human kind; a plague that should be stopped. Their child would have been a mutant, yet she was killed of men who persecuted others. All it did, was further fuel his hatred for homo sapiens. Finally, she looked at him, her tear filled eyes causing a mix of emotions deep within him. She feared for their daughter, having known the likelihood of her also being a mutant. He had not. There was a chance, but not a guarantee, or so that was what he'd believed at the time. She admitted that the thought of coming to him and crossed her mind, yet at the time, he had been obsessed on finding Shaw. And quite honestly, it was Charles who really helped control his abilities; helped him use something apart from anger to do what he would not have been able to do for a long time, if ever.

Still, he believed he could have somehow spared her from this fear and living in trepidation, if only it was by protecting her better. But instead, she had changed her name and hid. Hid from the world, hid from exposing who she truly was. The outcome of it making her attempts futile. It proved that living in fear was only temporarily successful. That no matter what, they would be found because they were constantly hunted. And why? Because they were different. Because humans knew they were superior and feared extinction. Magneto would prove to them that their fears were legitimate. That mutants would dominate the earth. He could feel the rage for them building inside of them, but it was contained within his heart and soul. She was a casualty of their war. Though she survived, the damage that they did was permanent. They had killed their family. They had killed their child. They had taken years of her life from her. And it would stop. Which meant, they needed to fight harder. She then finished by saying that he had known, he had been right. And yes. He knew that to be the truth. Not because of hubris or arrogance, but because of the very real evidence. Her story being part of it, and then the future being another massive part. What Logan had told them . . . even Charles admitted it. Yet the man would continue to hope that humans would change, where as Magneto would not wait until hundreds more mutants died until there was the possibility that humans stopped killing them. It was far too high a price to pay for hope.

He let her words linger in his mind, taking them in, processing every she was telling him. He broke eye contact and looked up at the needle and thread in her forehead. Without lifting his hands, and only needed to use minimal focus, he used abilities to make the last stitch, cut it with the scissors and then set the supplies down on the table next to them. He then lowered his gaze to look back at her. He was a different man since they last met, and she was a very different woman. "The only way for them to learn from the past, is to solidify our future." This was where Magneto emerged. He knew he had won her over. He could sense it in her voice, hear it from her words, and see it in her eyes. They were the future, a line that he often expressed to others. "Do not hide anymore." It was not an order, but it was still an instructional statement. Hearing that she had to hide this long, upset him. Not entirely at her, but more so, the reasons she had to. "There is no need to." Because she could be here with him. Here, with The Brotherhood. "For our time is coming. In fact, it is already here. To unite, stand strong against persecution and oppression." She more than anyone would understand. "Whether you are Magda or go by another name, you can not change who you are. Would you deny your Gypsy heritage for the sake of assimilating to what is deemed normal in society?" It was a rhetorical question, for he knew she would not. "Likewise, you should not deny your gifts. You should use them. Be proud of them. Accept them." Something that it seems she had not done as of yet. "Embrace them. Embrace who you are, Magda. And do not be afraid of what makes you stronger than any human could possibly be." Mutants were the dominant race. They just needed to stand strong and not be afraid to show it.

He had woken her. Though he did not feel guilty for it as he rather enjoyed her company. He gave a small smile at her words, trying to convince him to stay in bed longer. Perhaps when his task was complete, things would be different. He did not know what the future held in store for them, and it was the one plan that he could not make. He remained silent as she came closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. His placed a hand on one of her arms, gently caressing her soft skin with the tip of his thumb. His gaze remained forward, feeling that immense comfort he experienced whenever she was near, and it was strongest when she was awake, and near him as she was now. Her skin against his. She then continued to tease him, saying that he had let the lamp when, and questioning whether he was pleased with himself.

His expression turned into a slight smirk at this question, responding to it with a returning tease. "When am I not?" He questioned rhetorically, simultaneously turning his head to look at her. Taking advantage of their closeness, his needed only to lean forward a little until their lips touched. The sensation of her lips against his was so incredible, and one that never seemed to diminish despite the frequency of this embrace, and far more. His hand went to her cheek pulling her closer and holding her in place against him. Letting the kiss linger for some time, he finally pulled away, knowing he would not get anywhere for hours if he were to continue. It would only backtrack him back to their bed. He turned his head forward again, his hand falling from her cheek, but his other still on her arm. "I must get ready," he told her. With his free hand, he held it up and with his powers, pulled toward him his pants, using the metal of the buckle that was still attached to them.

Magneto's Timeline

Warning: Events listed below contain spoilers from the movies.

• 1932: Erik Lehnsherr is born in Poland.
• 1939: World War II broke out; Erik and his family were sent to Auschwitz, a concentration camp in Poland.
• 1939 - 1945: Erik was in the concentration camp, tortured on a daily basis by Doctor Klaus Schmidt aka Sebastian Shaw. It was also during this time that he met Magda Eisenhardt.
• 1945: The War ended and the concentration camps ended, causing Erik to be free.
• 1945 - 1962: Erik obsessively hunts down Shaw. He also, unbeknown to him, has a daughter and a son during this time period. It is also during this time that he reunited with Magda. They form a relationship but after several months, parted ways due to his refusal to give up the search for Shaw after becoming wounded in his pursuit. 
• 1962: X-Men First Class takes place. He builds his powers through training and with the aid of Charles Xavier. Kills Shaw during this time, and forms The Brotherhood.
• 1962 - 1963: Magneto discreetly recruits mutants for his cause. Also engages in missions to help and save mutants.
  
  
• 1963: Magneto is arrested for the assassination of President John. F. Kennedy.
• 1964: Magneto's secret trial takes place. Claims and insists he did not kill the President. During trial court orders him to bend a metal crowbar and he does so. Is found guilty of first degree murder and conspiring to assassinate Kennedy. Is served with two consecutive life sentences in a federal correctional facility with no possibility of parole.
• 1964 - 1971: Magneto destroys three holding cells. HEADCANON ONLY: During this time period, a few of the existing Brotherhood members (Emma, Azazel, Angel, and Riptide) attempting to break Erik out of his cell. Their mission failed and they were captured and experimented on. Magneto's anger and pain over losing them was what had caused him to destroy the second holding cell he was held in.
  
  
• 1971: Trask Industries builds an escape proof cell, entirely made of plastic which keeps him imprisoned, deep under the Pentagon.
• 1973: X-Men Days of Future Past takes place. Magneto escapes prison and initially aids Charles and Wolverine in finding Mystique, however, later formulates his own plans. Takes control of the Sentinals, makes a public display of his power, and gives a televised speech, on an international level, for all mutants to band with him. Brotherhood becomes more publicized. Magneto escapes captivity and is one of the most wanted men in the world. Newspaper article clipping shows "World Leaders unite to capture "Magneto".
• 1973 - 1983: Magneto continued to form The Brotherhood, recruiting more members. However, they did not engage in any overly radical attacks. They worked to break mutants out of experimental facilities, train them, and defend themselves against humans. It was during this time that he reconnected with Magda. The two were married and she travelled with him as he embarked on his missions. Eventually, they had a daughter named Nina who was also a mutant. In the pursuit of Magneto (still one of the world's most wanted men), Nina and Magda were attacked, a scene that Magneto had joined right in time. He rescued them and realized that he could not continue on this path. He decided to place the Brotherhood on hold, moving to Poland with his wife and daughter, changing his name and residing as a civilian.
• 1983: Apocalypse took place. It was here that Erik lost his wife and daughter and joined forces with Apocalypse, until realization dawned on him and he instead, fought to protect Charles and the other mutants in danger.
• 1983 - 1993: Magneto returned to the Brotherhood after events of Apocalypse to reform and stabilize the faction. He was pardoned for his crimes, the truth coming to light in that he did not assassinate John F Kennedy and in recognition of his aid in stopping a threat, he was granted land. Specifically, it was an island that served as a mutant sanctuary. While Erik and the others still engaged in smaller scale acts activism (i.e. freeing mutants from experiment facilities, etc), the island served as a means for mutants to live peacefully, away from the threat of homo sapiens.
• 1993 - Onward: Magneto returned to the island of Genosha to continue his previous work. He did offer Charles a home, recognizing the drastic changes his friend faced. Other than that, Erik continues to make the island a safe haven for mutants and strives to protect their kind. It eventually becomes a functioning city, with a capital, and well developed region. It was also during this time that he discovers that Lorna is his daughter.

She suggested spending some time together, and while Erik would like that, he could not promise that. As he previously recognized, he was a man who planned but with Magda, he didn't know. Letting himself feel this for her was dangerous. Even though it was not fully registering in his mind just at, it was always there: she was not a mutant. Still, it currently did not affect his interactions with her nor the emotions her presence elicited in him. She spoke of how she wanted to ask so many questions, afraid to ask certain ones. She was right in feeling such a way. For he suspected that some of the answers she gave him, would not be ones she would want to hear. Particularly, the truth about Shaw -- or as they knew him Doctor Klaus Schmidt.

She motioned to the chairs and he obliged, taking a seat, a silent indicator that he wanted to know more about her and what she had done when released from the camp. "Please," he urged. "I would like to hear it." It mattered to him, even though it shouldn't. He should be focused on what he had dedicated his current life to, but instead, he was more intrigued in hearing about Magda. Was she able to stay safe? Had any Nazis gotten a hold of her? Erik had killed those along his path to finding Shaw, and each time he did, did not feel a single ounce of remorse or regret for his actions. That, was the kind of man he had become and the one he did not know whether she would accept or understand.

Erik watched her move toward the window as he took his jacket off and hung it on the coat hook. She explained that she was a few blocks from the wall, and unsure where she would be staying tonight. Part of him wanted to ask her if she would stay with him. The other part of him knew he could not form such words. While he was a man who planned and strategized, this was not something he could formulate a plan for. She then asked how long he was staying here for. "I am not sure," he answered truthfully. "Perhaps a couple of weeks." Depends how much information he could gather from here. He recalled what she had told him about her people; never settling in one place. He supposed it would have added to the difficulty if he'd attempted to find her. And it was also why he wanted to spend the time they had now together, unsure of when he would see her again.

With her standing near him, he took the opportunity to look at her. Really look at her. Letting himself feel whatever emotions she had caused to stir inside of him. Ones he'd thought himself incapable of feeling. He had wanted to talk to her in private, but now, he didn't know what it was that they need talk about. "I often thought of what I would say to you should we ever meet. Yet now it seems that I can not think of a single thing." What truly mattered right now? What needed to be said? What needed to be understood? He had no answers to any of these questions. They were so different, and yet, for some reason, fate had decided to bring them together now.

Erik's small smiled remained at her question. Her inquiry of him having imagined her. She was always in his mind, somewhere. Even if Shaw tended to dominate most of his thoughts, she was whom he thought of when he needed solace; when he needed peace; even when he just needed to sleep. With all the hate that had corrupted his heart and soul, all channeled toward one man, she was the only thing that kept him from crossing that line of insanity. "All the time," he answered honestly. "And yet not nearly enough." Another truth. She was always there, but he had not prioritized finding her. She was forever in his heart, wherever it was still beating. He knew he was not the man he should be but this was the man he felt he was meant to be. The war had done this to him. Shaw had done this to him. So whatever happened afterwards, was all done in the name of justice.

As they arrived at the hotel, he held the door open for her and made his way to the elevator, pushing the button. It did not take long for it to arrive and he allowed her to step in first before joining her and getting them to the desired room. He opened the door for her, once again, waiting for her to enter before he did the same, closing the door behind them. He set his hand on the side table, briefly glancing at his briefcase which contained all his files on Shaw thus far. He had not yet put them up on the wall, and perhaps that was for the best, considering she was here now. He wouldn't be able to hide it from her for long, but for now, it was not about Shaw. It was about them. "How far are you staying?" He asked, wondering if she was anywhere nearby, or quite a distance from here.