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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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You and Erik moved swiftly through the Pentagon's halls, your identities hidden beneath the cover of masks and cloaks. The tension in the air was palpable. Your heartbeat matched the rhythm of your footsteps as you followed Erik, the weight of the mission heavy on your shoulders.
Erik's fingers twitched, and two metal balls, sleek and shiny, appeared in his palm. They floated and spun with eerie precision, defying gravity as if they were extensions of his very will. You raised your hands, blue energy crackling around your fingers, ready to act at a moment's notice.
The guards at the door barely saw you coming. Erik flicked his wrist, sending the metal balls spiraling toward the two men, knocking them out cold with swift, brutal precision. They dropped like ragdolls, unconscious before they even had a chance to react. The two balls hovered menacingly, circling the desk where a lone guard was fumbling for the phone. He reached for it, but before he could call for backup, you extended your magic, pulling his hand toward his own face with an invisible force. He collided with his own fist with a sickening thud, knocking him out instantly.
You and Erik exchanged a brief glance, a silent acknowledgment of your shared resolve, before walking through the now-open door.
In the center of the glass chamber was the helmet—Magneto's helmet. It sat there like a relic of a past battle, waiting to be claimed. Erik's eyes locked on it, and with a flick of his wrist, the glass surrounding the helmet shattered, and it floated towards him, pulled by the magnetic force of his powers. The helmet came to rest in his hands as the room fell into a heavy silence.
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The next moment, you and Erik were standing in the middle of a baseball field, the wind whipping around you as a worker marked lines on the field. He glanced up, his eyes widening at the sight of you both.
"Can I help you two?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion and fear.
"No, you can't," Erik replied, his voice cold, laced with the power that resonated from every word.
Without further warning, Erik used his powers to lift the entire stadium off the ground, a massive, impossible force defying gravity. You added your own magic to the mix, amplifying the power as you both sent the stadium soaring back into the sky, leaving the worker below in stunned silence.
The view from above was surreal, the whole city sprawled out beneath you. You both moved with purpose, heading straight for the stadium where the humans were showcasing their machine—a machine that could very well destroy everything you fought for.
As you landed, the massive metal stadium gently settled around the White House. The machines, now fully operational, were closing in, encircling the area. You and Erik floated down to the ground, the sounds of sirens and distant gunfire echoing around you. One of the machines, ominously silent, stood behind you as you prepared for the inevitable confrontation.
