The Stringer
”What about Captain America?"
”Forget Rogers, he was just a pawn. We’ll prepare to take the next step.” The Iron Grip walks down the hallway, his protege following close behind.
”We got what we wanted – one of The Stones he stole. That kind of power doesn’t belong in the hands of a madman like him.
We have a better use for it.”
”Double agents?”
The Iron Grip shakes his head.
”No, Peter. It isn’t a world of spies anymore.” His eyes turn to the screen that broadcasts a fight between The Brotherhood of Mutants, Iron Grip’s drones, and X-Men.
”Not even a world of heroes.”
He moves forward and presses his hand on the screen.
”We live in a time of miracles, Spider.” Magneto seems to notice the camera drone.
”And there’s nothing more terrifying” Iron Grip’s eyes grow wide with fascination when he stares at Magneto’s glowing ones on the screen.
”Than a miracle.”
Magneto clenches his fist, and the screen goes static.