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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 14, 2012 16:52:34 GMT -8
The plan was set. It was an odd alliance, between Sebastian Shaw and Mister Sinister. But the plan was brilliant, and Erik had no problem volunteering his resources as well as those of the Brotherhood. Wanda was going to be paying a little visit to Peter Parker. Alex was going to be dealing with Captain America, and Toad was going to distract Thor. Pyro agreed to take care of the X Men. As for himself, Erik decided that he was going to make himself busy with Mr. Tony Stark. Erik normally wouldn't do something like this, but Stark was such an easy target. In his suit, he would have to do anything and everything that Erik wanted. He could crush him easily if he didn't.
Raven went in first, since she was the only way any of them could possibly get into the building. The woman morphed into Mr. Stark himself. Using a security card to get in, she waltzed right in, went to one of the research labs, and opened the window. She then sat down at a table, shed the skin, and by the time Sabretooth joined her, she was blue once more.
He climbed in the window, pausing to look at her before he began destroying the room. The blond was always up to causing some damage. Even when there was no reason behind it except to get Iron Man's attention. If there was destruction to be had, Sabretooth was behind it. Raven, on the other hand, simply crossed her legs as she watched him. She really didn't care. She was content just sitting there. After all, her job was done.
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 16, 2012 20:36:49 GMT -8
If there was one thing that Tony was comfortable with, it was with his own tech. If he built it, then he could trust it. Stark Towers' security was the greatest, because it was Stark technology that backed it. Call it egocentric, but Tony Stark knew what he was doing. And Stark Tower was his baby. Even if someone broke in, there was a limited amount of information that could be gained from it. He had redundancy after redundancy to keep them out. It wasn't a good kind of bold that led people to that kind of action, not with what was coming after their ass. Most people weren't stupid enough to go up against Iron Man. It wasn't a genius move. Nothing could be gained from it. Even destruction wouldn't put a dent in business or even in Tony Stark. Everything had backups upon backups. And the tower had practically been destroyed once before. Tony had a lot of enemies--a lot of enemies that wouldn't touch him--but enough enemies that he had to be careful. And it had always been that way.
"Sir, there's a security breach at the tower."
Iron Man swooped over the bay, doing an immediate turn back towards the tower. "Where at JARVIS?" Without a second's hesitance, Tony was given the precise location of the intruders. How many, and precisely what was happening. Instead of caring about the window itself, Tony flew in, landing in the lab. Without a second thought, he shot his repulsor beam straight at the man that was destroying his things. "You know, I don't know whether to call this brave or incredibly stupid. But, I think I'll go with incredibly stupid." Come on, what did they expect to happen? He wasn't sure who they were or precisely why they were in his tower. But, what he couldn't say was that it was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. Sometimes he wished he could, given that there was a blue woman sitting in his lab. But, after fighting gods and aliens, Tony was pretty sure that nothing would surprise him anymore.
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 16, 2012 21:15:24 GMT -8
"Show time" Mystique said, pushing herself in the chair as it swiveled around, facing him. As she did, she watched the beam hit Victor. The blond growled at him, and started to advance. Victor always did have a short temper. He stopped, though, when he saw Erik behind Tony. With another growl, he walked past Ironman, leaving the way he had come in.
Erik had entered through the window, naturally. As he watched Tony, he smirked and with a quick flick of his wrist, the metal suit the man was wearing tightened, lifted off the floor, and turned to face him. He held up a hand to hold him steady. "I think I'd say that it was you who was the stupid one, Mr. Stark," he spoke, answering his question. Glancing past him, he looked at Raven--the love of his life. And he knew full well that what he was about to ask of her was not going to be received favorably. "I'll take it from here, Mystique"
Her yellow eyes glared at him. Standing up, she morphed back into Tony's skin. "Gotta have him all to yourself, Erik?"
"just go. You have other things to be doing. Go find Thor or Captain America."
She paused, looking at Ironman. "my choice?"
"Your choice"
With a shrug, Raven put a hand on his shoulder and headed for the window, but not before turning and waving to Ironman. She did as she was told, however, and the two were left alone.
As soon as she was gone, Erik dropped his hand, releasing his hold on the younger man. "You know, I could kill you in an instant," he casually said, but he had no intention of doing it. Sure, this man was not a mutant, but he really didn't classify as a normal person, either. And while he had no intention of leaving him untouched, he did have other plans for him. This was going to be a long night for Tony Stark. Though, he did intend to leave him alive. Now, if anyone were to interrupt him, that would be a different story altogether. He had no problem killing a few of Mr. Stark's employees.
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 16, 2012 21:40:46 GMT -8
"JARVIS? We might have a bit of a problem here." The suit was beyond his control, suddenly. His flight stabilizers weren't powered and this sort of lack of control wasn't something that happened frequently--ever, actually. He could feel the metal tightening around him and given that it was specifically designed for his body and his alone, he felt the discomfort almost immediately. His eyes switched to the man who came in, already the Iron Man's eyes were scanning, running measurements, tests, whatever the computer system could to tell him what the hell was happening here.
Re-calibrating won't do any good, sir. This isn't a malfunction.
"I didn't say re-calibrate." Tony murmured, but he knew the computer only did what it thought was best for the situation. If it was malfunctioning, you had to fix it. And this wasn't that case. He knew that already and naturally, JARVIS knew it too. There was nothing that he could do, nor the computer. Unless he made a call, then it was a matter of getting someone else there fast enough to give him a hand. But, for now, he focused in on the man and then the woman, who managed to morph into him. "Wow, remind me to blame it on her next time the press catches me in a compromising position." There were times he wished he could blame bad press on a body double. The humor came from his discomfort. It came from worry and knowing that right now there were members of his team that were going to wind up tricked because of her. Though hopefully they were smarter than that.
As soon as he was dropped, he landed on his feet. It took a moment to stabilize after the quick stumble, but he righted himself looking straight at Erik. "Getting that." He replied, inwardly thankful for the mask over his face, given the wary looks he was shooting the other. This didn't look too good for him. And while he could just take off the suit to fight, he didn't have that capability either. Out of the suit, he might have been in shape and he might have trained, but he had average strength. The suit was how he was strong. "So what do you want then? If it's not killing me."
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 16, 2012 22:05:23 GMT -8
Really, it was not Tony Stark that was wanted. If he was, then Sebastian and Sinister would have him by now. No, the person wanted was probably getting apprehended right now. Erik was serving as a decoy. And while he didn't really appreciate it a whole lot, it did give him room to do anything he wanted to Tony. He had total control. And that was something he liked. He heard the question raised, but didn't answer it immediately. Instead, he turned his attention to the mess,and anything metal, he put back with a wave of his hand.
"I do apologize for the mess, Mr. Stark. But, it did get your attention, didn't it?" and that was the whole point, after all. He turned back to him, a sly grin on his face. He didn't seem to be too familiar with Mystique's ability, or with him for that matter. "Do you know who I am, Mr. Stark?" He knew who Tony was. Hell, who didn't? Though, he mostly made appearances at the X Mansion and dealt with Xavier's men. If a person didn't work with Charles, then chances were they had never had a run-in with Magneto. And naturally, Stark had people to contend with other than him. So he wasn't sure if he could expect him to know him or not. Looking around, though, he gave a sigh. "This room is too impersonal. I think we should head upstairs, to your living quarters."
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 16, 2012 22:32:32 GMT -8
"I am available during business hours. And I hear I have a Facebook now." Tony offered up, sarcastic, and using his humor to deflect that he wasn't positive what was happening here and that he was worried for his own well-being. He wasn't sure who he was and immediately regretted that fact. Perhaps he should have. What if it was one of those things that he had cast off as unimportant when S.H.I.E.L.D called him in for a consult? Perhaps he should be calling S.H.I.E.L.D right now. But, despite being a consultant for the agency, he was also his own man. He'd been Iron Man for four years now. He knew what he was doing. And he'd kept himself and that city safe thus far. Well, okay, so when the Chitauri attacked, that was on the Avengers. But, before that, before that, Tony handled himself. He practically privatized world peace. He could handle this.
"Sorry, I feel like I'm out of the loop here." Tony admitted, with a shrug of his shoulders. Glancing around the lab, he then looked to the exit and to the elevator door. It was his elevator; the private elevator that no one else was able to use. "Well, if you insist." Was he okay with this? No. But, he also thought that he could deal with it better upstairs, rather than in the research lab. Besides, it was where no one else was going to get to. It made it less easy for an employee to waltz in or someone to wind up getting hurt because of him. So, he walked past him, metallic fingers punching in a number into the pad until the elevator door opened.
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 17, 2012 15:43:54 GMT -8
"I don't use...Facebook" he paused, allowing an awkward silence to settle over him before hearing him say that he was out of thee loop. With a smirk, he flicked his wrist and the helmet came off of Ironman. Not letting go of it, he stood there, moving his fingers as the helmet rotated inches above her hand. "My name is Erik Lensherr. I'm known as Magneto. Would you like to know why?" Though, with him utilizing his ability, he was sure that it wouldn't take a stretch of an imagination to guess why he was called that. His eyes shifted from watching the helmet to watching Tony. Honestly, he was surprised that the younger man wasn't trying to fight him. Everyone liked to get a shot at Magneto. Even Logan attempted to fight him the first time he met him. His opinion of Iron Man was the same as his opinion of Wolverine. Of course, it might not mean that he wasn't reckless enough to try and fight him. It could have simply meant that he was waiting for the right time. Well, Erik didn't intend on giving him that right time. He wasn't there to fight. He was there for other reasons.
"I do," he gave a slight nod to indicate that he did, in fact, insist. He followed him into the elevator. He could feel the power inside him grow. For a man who could manipulate magnetic fields, he was like a child in a candy store. The objects in the room, the elevator--hell, Ironman's suit himself could easily be a tool for him. If he wasn't already on a mission, Erik might try and take over stark Tower, just because it was a perfect trap for any of his adversaries to fall into. He still might, when he was done helping the capture of Beast. But for tonight, it wasn't on the agenda. He still hadn't answered the question of what he wanted, and he didn't intend to for a little while. And if Tony happened to have a psychic in the area, he still wouldn't learn the plan. The helmet Magneto wore barred any psychic from reading his thoughts. It was something he invented to keep Charles Xavier out of his head. "I do admire this building," he decided to inform him, keeping the conversation light and going.
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 17, 2012 16:08:24 GMT -8
"No? Neither do I. It's a publicity thing. Makes me more... Personable." The moment that his helmet came off though, he felt like a lot of his security was taken from him. The suit still functioned without it, but it was much better with the helmet on, rather than off. And now, he didn't have the cover that it gave him. So his expressions had to be more careful. As the helmet came off, he watched him, listening to what he had to say. "Because you have some kind of magnetic power source?" He offered up, because it didn't take a genius for him to make that connection.
Tony entered the elevator and pressed the button that would take them to the right floor. "So do I. And I should, I built it myself." He said, shamelessly. And he had. Well, partly, he did a lot of the heavy lifting and he was the one that managed to build up the plans. Of course, with the help of Pepper. She owned this tower the same that he did. As the door opened, he stepped out. "So, what do you want then? A drink? The tower? World domination?" He asked out loud. "Because I can only offer you one." He was being sarcastic again, but there was a real question beneath it. He wanted to know what he wanted.
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 17, 2012 21:30:37 GMT -8
"Oh, it's not my magnetic force. I don't own any forces at all. I simply manipulate them" and, to show what he meant, the helmet was flattened out and went pierced the door of the elevator. It very easily could have been the younger man's throat, and by now Erik was sure that he understood this. Tony Stark might have been reckless, in his opinion, but he wasn't stupid. He had to know that the only reason he was still alive was because he wanted him to be. And why not want him to be? The man was gorgeous. He was much more useful alive than he would be if he was dead. And he would soon learn exactly how useful he could be. It was poetic, really.
As they stepped on the elevator, Magneto couldn't help but laugh at his question. "You really think that you can give me any of that? There are forces at work, forces that you couldn't even understand. Psychic, telekinetic, such as the Pheonix Force. And what do you have? Gadgets that you can't even control while I'm here. Oh...the drink, you might be able to handle." The last statement was said mockingly. But really, if he thought that he sought world domination from him, than he was more conceited than he thought. Though, he might have been taking lessons from Logan.
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 17, 2012 21:57:58 GMT -8
Technology was all that Tony Stark had. He was an engineer at heart. As a child, he was the boy that built his first circuit board while other kids were still learning how to read. His mind had been his greatest asset. It helped that he had a genius father; a man as renowned as he was and that gave him nothing short of the best. Except, if you counted attention, which the legendary Howard Stark had given his son very little. Tony Stark was the man that brought a new age of weapons into military hands. He was at his best in his lab, up to his elbows in motor oil and tinkering away. He might have understood how to put on a suit and how to play the cameras, but Tony's greatest moments were what the public didn't see. As he watched the helmet of his suit wind up crushed with hardly any effort, he felt himself wince. It wasn't that it couldn't be replaced. He could rebuild it easily and he had a variety of versions of his suit. It was that he was vulnerable with all of his tech. It was made of material that could easily be controlled by the other man. It made him, for once, want to be out of the suit more than he was in it. Then, at least, he'd feel a little more secure and not as though he'd be crushed in it. Of course, the fact that he had a metal plate in his chest, housing the one thing keeping him alive didn't make him feel secure either. He'd swallowed, but instead of responding as if impressed, he looked at him. "I think we call that overkill."
And that, Tony Stark, is fear on the back of your mind. He'd known fear before. As egocentric as he was and as much highly as he thought about himself, he knew that he had his share of weaknesses. And there were sides of him that the rest of the world wasn't about to see. There was the Tony on paper, the Tony in the tabloids and the one that, right now, wasn't sure precisely what his game plan was. Attack wasn't going to work. He had the upper hand and he saw it. What he was trying to do was stall him. Because while he couldn't do as much without a plan, he could give himself time to conjure one up and if he couldn't, there would be people at his aid, right? "You'd be surprised at what I can and can't do..." Tony replied, though he gestured with his suited hand at the open bar. "If you want it, it's yours. Though, I'm guessing you didn't come here for liquor--although, it is the best." Another shrug. This nonchalant act was exactly that, an act. "So, what do you want then?" While wary of Erik, he headed across the floor. "Mind if I?" He gestured to his suit. "Or are you hoping to use this to your advantage a little more?"
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 17, 2012 22:30:47 GMT -8
"Is it?" he asked with a shrug. Overkill? He didn't think so. He was pretty sure he was getting to the younger man. He didn't have to be a psychic to know that. Though, it would be amusing to have a psychic there to tell him exactly what the other man was thinking. Since he didn't have that at his dispense, he'd have to be content going by instinct. And his instinct was telling him that he was pushing the right buttons. He was liking his position right now. He had the upper hand, all of the control. And he intended to keep it. By the time he finally left Mr. Stark, he was going to be leaving behind a vulnerable child. And he liked that--knocking him down enough pegs to leave only a child. There was something about being able to dominate people that gave Erik a real thrill. And Ironman--he had been waiting for his chance.
He wanted out of his suit. Erik really couldn't blame him there. He'd have to be an idiot to not want to be rid of it. Though, he didn't mind it, either. For one thing, he needed him out of that suit for what he had in mind. And for another, there was metal inside him as well. He could sense it. So when he gestured, he grinned. "Let me help you with that," and with the outspread of his hand, the suit flew off of him, in more than one piece. "You may need to order another suit before you go out to play," he commented after seeing the condition he had left it in. Whoops. With a chuckle, he advanced slowly. "That question is just eating you up, isn't it?" he posed, when he had been asked once more what he wanted. "Well, since you really want to know--" and with that, he cupped his hand a little bit and brought the man closer to him. And once he was close enough, he grabbed his waist and passionately kissed him.
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 17, 2012 22:59:50 GMT -8
He tried to tell himself that he could do something about this. He was Tony Stark, for crying out loud. He'd built an iron suit in a cave, for crying out loud. But, this wasn't the situation that called for his kind of ingenuity. In fact, he wasn't sure what it called for. All he knew was that he needed to get out of his suit. He felt more at risk in it. It didn't change the reactor, or the plate that held it and the electromagnet. Not to mention the shrapnel being kept out of his heart. Really, this was the worst time to have metal as a part of him. And it was something he couldn't get rid of. So, while being out of the suit might make him feel better, he knew it wouldn't mean he was out of the water. But, then, at least he might feel more secure.
Tony cringed, unable not to as the suit flew off of him. It was startling, not to mention a display of power that continued to make him uncomfortable. After all, he took robots to get him out of that suit. "I didn't need the help, honestly." Tony retorted, and he looked around at the pieces spread about. "If you don't think I can build another one, you're mistaken." But, he didn't think this was a scheme just to break the Iron Man suits. It wasn't the only one, but it was the latest and the best. And days upon days of work was now scattered around his living room like nothing. "Tug me again like that, and we'll have a problem." Tony noted, when he felt himself pulled towards him. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to expect of him. But what he didn't expect was the kiss dished out. Thrown off, he hesitated before he pulled back. "Whoa, hey. I don't know what you've heard. But this really isn't my thing. I'm a taken man now." Still trying to sound nonchalant, he couldn't hide the pure confusion on his face. Slowly, he took a step back, becoming all the more tense.
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 17, 2012 23:34:27 GMT -8
"From where I'm standing, it looks like you need quite a bit of help, Mr. Stark." Maybe not with the suit, but Magneto was proving quite efficiently that he did, in fact, need help. Erik was enjoying this. He had a new toy to play with. He could do whatever he wanted, and when he was bored, he would leave. It was as simple as that. Ironman really had no choice in what was about to happen. Erik decided that before he ever came. And it didn't matter if it was consensual or not. In fact, it made it all the more thrilling for him if it wasn't. And as soon as he pulled away and backed up, Erik allowed a smirk to cross his face. It didn't upset him in the least. Rather, it pleased him. Because that was what he was looking for. Some kind of resistance. So he could force his way. And now he had it. It wasn't a whole lot, but it was enough to do what Erik had been longing to do.
"You're not as delicious as Wolverine. His metal runs through his entire body. Still, I wonder how many different shapes I can mold it." He reached out his hand, expanding the metal plate in the man's chest, not enough to really do any damage, but enough to alarm him. He needed to be reminded that he could kill him in seconds, and that he really couldn't afford to not stand there and take it. Unless he wanted to call one of his precious Avengers. Even then, Magneto could wipe them out in a second. He was more powerful than Mr. Stark wanted to give him credit for. And as he manipulated the metal in the man's body, he watched him before holding it still. "I'm sorry, what was it you were saying?" He was being gracious enough to give him a second chance. Tony should consider himself lucky and take that chance. Second chances were rare for Magneto, and third chances never happened. There was enough metal in the building for him to be able to do anything he wanted. He really was containing himself at the moment.
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 17, 2012 23:53:54 GMT -8
Tony could feel the metal in his chest expand. The very moment it did, his hand lifted, pressing itself over the circle of light that showed through the material of his shirt. Putting his hand over the reactor did no good, he knew it wouldn't, but it was reflex. It was the only thing keeping him alive. The chest piece was both his burden and his saving grace. Hell, it was how he managed to save so many people. But, it was in that moment, he remembered its vulnerability. It reminded him that the power source was the only thing that kept him alive. Without it, the electromagnet would stop working and the shrapnel would slowly make its way into his heart--finally killing him, four years after the initial injury. His eyes were on it when he spoke, and finally, he looked up. There was concern there and a weakening confidence. "Not many." Tony replied. "If you want to keep me upright." And maybe he didn't. It would be so easy to finish him off right now and Tony knew it.
He dropped his hand from his chest and took yet another backwards step. "I think it's time you realize that I could have the right people to take you out, banging down this door in a matter of minutes." No, he couldn't. While he could call for help and expect his friends to show, he didn't know what they'd possibly do. It was a threat though and the best he had right now. Suddenly, he felt like less of a genius, less powerful than he generally did. And he hated it. It was that inkling desperation creeping in him that he couldn't stand and could do nothing about.
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 18, 2012 0:17:21 GMT -8
"Upright? Who said anything about keeping you upright? I think I'd like you better laying down." As soon as he said it, his palm outstretched and while the plate went back to its original size, the man was flung onto his back, across the room. As he sauntered over, he heard his claim and looked towards the door. Rather than being concerned, though, a smile spread across his face. Did he really think that they could take him out? Maybe he did. He'd be fooling himself, though. Magneto knew who his group of friends were. He knew exactly what they could do, and honestly, he didn't see how any of them could stand much of a chance against him. But, if he really wanted to, then Erik wouldn't stop him.
"Is that so? Go ahead, Mr. Stark. I wouldn't mind it if we had an audience. I might even get them to join in. Though, I hardly expect a man like you to want to do something like this with other people in the room. I would have thought you would want privacy. But, this is your home, so if that is how you wish it, then by all means, call your little friends. Especially Thor. He seems like he would be a bundle of fun to join us." With a shrug, he gestured for him to go ahead. He wondered if he'd actually do it. Erik wasn't bluffing. The more the merrier, in his mind. After all, they all would need to be distracted that night, anyway. He could kill two birds with one stone. Or something like that.
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