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In the shadow of the Cold War, tensions between global superpowers mirror a growing divide between humans and the emerging mutant population. Y/N Maximoff, a powerful mutant with abilities rooted in chaos magic and energy manipulation...
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The room was cold, quiet—its sterile white walls a harsh contrast to the power gathering outside them.
Emma Frost sat behind the reinforced glass, poised and composed in her diamond form, the perfect image of icy defiance.
The door creaked open. Erik stepped in first, calm and unreadable. You stood just behind him with the others—Azazel, Raven, Angel, and Riptide—all watching in silence.
Emma's diamond form shimmered and melted away, revealing her human self beneath—proud and elegant as ever.
"I know we've had our differences," Erik said, stepping closer. "But circumstances have changed."
Emma raised an eyebrow. "Where's your telepath friend?"
"Gone," Erik replied flatly. "He made his choice. And left a bit of a gap in my life, if I'm to be honest."
He stopped right in front of the glass, his voice soft but commanding. "I was rather hoping you might fill it."
Emma tilted her head, lips curving into a knowing smile. "You want me to join you."
"I want allies," Erik said. "The strong. The proud. The ones who are done hiding."
He turned slightly, glancing back at you, then back to Emma.
"Join us," he said again.
Emma stood slowly. "Erik, I believe."
A beat passed. His eyes narrowed slightly, steel in his gaze.
"I prefer... Magneto."
The glass door slid open with a groan of metal—by his will, not the lock's.
Emma stepped through it, standing beside him.
He looked to the rest of you. "This is the beginning. The world doesn't understand us. But they will."
You felt the weight of the moment settle in your chest. There was no turning back now.
The Brotherhood had risen.
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Underground – Pentagon Facility
The fluorescent lights hummed faintly above you, casting long shadows in your sterile, concrete cell. A collar with a glowing red light pulsed steadily around your neck—designed to suppress your powers, to keep you contained.
Erik had been taken somewhere else.
You hadn't seen him since they dragged you both into this place.
Heavy footsteps echoed outside your cell. The door hissed open and two guards entered, one holding a clipboard.
He looked at you with no expression—just cold protocol.
"We have the results," he said flatly. "You're pregnant."
