If Magneto had a choice between his current situation and eating live tapeworms he would already be eating forbidden spaghetti by now. He could see the smugness Red Skull had under his mask. Knowing full well he was protected by an invisible armor that Magneto couldn’t break: Necessity. At Least the National socialist was tied down and imprisoned but somehow that didn’t make him feel better.
“Do you know why you are here?” Charles asked cooly.
Xavier himself was not happy with the situation either but desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d hand the man over to the world court the moment he was no longer needed. If he was still alive by then.
“Yes,” the masked wearing villain responded, “I have access to something you don’t.”
“Do you know why this thing is necessary-”
“To save the world blah blah blah,” he cut off, “I get the picture already. The world is something, we both need to keep on existing so that’s why I’m happy to tell you I’m agreeing to this.”
“That’s lovely,” Magneto sarcastically said through gritted teeth.
“But-”
/Oh, I swear to Hashem Ha Mizborach./
Magneto was clenching his jaw so hard Charles wondered if his molars were going to crack. Wolverine stepped forward, arms slightly raised and ready to intervene. But what could he do if things got hairy? Logan seemed to realize this fact and lowered his potencial weapons. He was disappointed. He hated feeling helpless. Storm gave him a look that could be read as sympathetic but Beast kept his head down in the other room. Making sure that horrible man did nothing to escape.
“I want to go as a free man when all of this is over.”
The Master of Magnetism never felt bloodlust. Anger, contempt, malice, those were things he felt but never bloodlust. Up until today that is. Rancid memories reared their ugly heads behind his eyes but he shooed them away. He did not like to dwell on them. The only time he flashed back was when he needed a little motivation. For the most part, he’s only had them disturb his sleep but this masked sheyd in human form was making it very hard to keep that up.
“We can make an argument to reduce your punishment but there are no promises.”
The professor turned to his old friend.
“Alright Eric, out with it.”
“I’m not going to kill him,” he said defensively, “Not yet.”
“That helmet may prevent me from seeing into your mind but I don’t need my power to know you’re thinking of nothing but yiddish curses and more anger than Wolverine could muster up in a lifetime.”
“Watch it, bub.”
Xavier ignored him.
“So how about a compromise?”
“Compromise?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “How about you tell him how you feel?”
“Tell him how I-” Suddenly Eric was picking up what Charles was putting down. This was the only amount of hate fueled violence the man would ever allow on his campus and actually turn a blind eye. He had to make the most of it.
Magneto strode forward and violently slammed his hands on the table Red Skull was cuffed to. He stared at him with murderous intent and, despite the Nazi’s best efforts to remain calm, saw his eyes widen with a little fear.
“Listen here you fascist shit stain,” he snarled dangerously, “The fact that you aren’t in an unmarked grave somewhere are a shriveled husk hooked up to life support is a personal insult to me. If any member of my family, or even my whole ghetto, was still alive they would curse me for not breaking your spin in fifteen different places. The only thing keeping me from extracting all the iron from your blood and turning it into a four inch nail to stir your brain with is that you are, for once in your pathetic life, actually useful for something good. The absolute moment we are at peace again my alliance is over and the X-men aren’t responsible for what I do. So to be generous, I’ll give you a ten second head start.”
Magneto panted slightly, feeling at least some of his anger drain out of him like dirty bath water. Catharsis was a good feeling.
“Better?” Charles asked.
“Yeah.”