It was Tony who got her in to see Magneto -- albeit, reluctantly. He was being held in a mysterious federal installation, not a SHIELD facility at all. ( Jean and the proverbial undisclosed location. . . )
Erik looked up as his guard, Agent Fielding, walked into his cell. Fielding walked with perfect posture. Erik perversely wanted the man to slouch.
He also hated the sudden rush of excitement he felt at the prospect of talking to someone who wasn't his blue-eyed, utterly polite prison guard. Fielding was not the world's best conversationalist, and Erik was beginning to suspect they were denying him intelligent conversation as a way to break his will. He also hated to admit it might be working.
"Do I? How remarkable. I didn't think that was possible." Erik stood and turned away, hating the sight of Fielding and his impeccably-shined black boots. "Who is it?"
Erik thought of a snide response--do you think I can stop you?--but he did not give it voice. Instead, he appreciated the simple kindness she offered him with a gracious nod and said, "Of course. You may have the chair, if you wish. They are very fond of the minimalist style, it would seem."
Erik did not attempt a smile. Jean Grey was a smart woman, and would know he didn't mean it. "I'm surprised to see you," he said honestly. "Of all the people I thought may visit me in prison, I admit your name never quite made my list."
Jean's smile felt false as she took a step closer into the cell. She kept ringing her hands behind her back.
He looked like hell. An old man, a tired unwashed old man, sitting there on the bed. As much as she hated what the man stood for, it didn't seem fair, it didn't seem right. After everything he had been through, Erik Lehnsherr deserved some dignity.
But that wasn't for her to say. It wasn't in her power to give. And so she simply did her best to answer his implied question. Why you?"It seemed to me," Jean explained, "like the thing that Charles would have done, if he were, you know --" Her eyes turned upward. " -- on the planet right now. He does have an annoying tendency to be in space when we need him. Charles," she added, as though there were any ambiguity in what she had said
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Erik looked up as his guard, Agent Fielding, walked into his cell. Fielding walked with perfect posture. Erik perversely wanted the man to slouch.
He also hated the sudden rush of excitement he felt at the prospect of talking to someone who wasn't his blue-eyed, utterly polite prison guard. Fielding was not the world's best conversationalist, and Erik was beginning to suspect they were denying him intelligent conversation as a way to break his will. He also hated to admit it might be working.
"Do I? How remarkable. I didn't think that was possible." Erik stood and turned away, hating the sight of Fielding and his impeccably-shined black boots. "Who is it?"
He refused to hope it was Lorna ( ... )
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Erik did not attempt a smile. Jean Grey was a smart woman, and would know he didn't mean it. "I'm surprised to see you," he said honestly. "Of all the people I thought may visit me in prison, I admit your name never quite made my list."
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He looked like hell. An old man, a tired unwashed old man, sitting there on the bed. As much as she hated what the man stood for, it didn't seem fair, it didn't seem right. After everything he had been through, Erik Lehnsherr deserved some dignity.
But that wasn't for her to say. It wasn't in her power to give. And so she simply did her best to answer his implied question. Why you?"It seemed to me," Jean explained, "like the thing that Charles would have done, if he were, you know --" Her eyes turned upward. " -- on the planet right now. He does have an annoying tendency to be in space when we need him. Charles," she added, as though there were any ambiguity in what she had said ( ... )
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