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[Video] Early Saturday

[The screen flickers on to show an annoyed, ruffled, white-haired young man, clearly standing right outside the spaceship. The image is in focus and right-side up, even. Somebody knew what a video phone was. He brushes some hair back into place with quick fingers before speaking, his voice irritated instead of scared or worried.]

What the hell, man? Think you coulda warned me, huh?

[He scowls at the screen - clearly, a reply that's not instantaneous isn't quick enough]

Hellooo, Magneto? Cut the mysterious crap and get with the program! This another one of your tests? What more do I need to prove, huh?

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Hey, he knows what's up and takes care of his people!

[Except Wanda. Ouch.

Pietro isn't even entirely sure why he's defending him.]

And doesn't believe in that everyone-can-get-along bull the Geek Squad does...

Aliens? Are you kidding me?

[Her lips quirk, just slightly.] I see.

...Not everyone can live in peace with one other, but it's something to strive for, all the same.

And no, I'm not kidding. Do you know of anyone on Earth who can build an interdimensional spacecraft? [...Well, she supposes it may be some future or alternate earth, but then they would still be alien to her, in a sense.]

It's pointless. Never gonna happen.

But I guess I don't know anyone who can do that, no.

[If he's going to pretend the interdimensional thing is true]

...wouldn't put it past SHIELD, though.

[That last comment is under his breath]

Not with that attitude, certainly.

[She catches it, and her eyes widen slightly. That - might confirm similar worlds.] I'd hope SHIELD would have better ways to spend its time.

[She knows SHIELD? He can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.]

Last I knew, they had a few more pressing issues to deal with, yeah.

[Like trying to contain the damage after his father ~~and him~~ outed mutants to the world]

You know SHIELD?

I know of them. A new military agency, specialising in espionage. [And her eyebrow arches.] And one not known of by many people, never mind children.

I'm not a child!

[Because whining totally proves that point]

And that sounds right. Though they're not that new, if that Trask jerk is any indication. You don't whip up giant, mutant-hunting robots overnight.

[This is her sceptical face, Pietro.

...And this is her horrified face.]

Giant -

[Her eyes narrow, and her voice lowers.]

Just how giant are they? How many are there? What can they do?

[She's trying to ignore that raw, wretched voice in the back of her mind taunting "Ada was right".]

Yeah, apparently this guy got most of his work on the Sentinels done on SHIELD's dime.

[He doesn't know as much about the agency as he's pretending to]

Don't know how many there are, but one sure gave the X-geeks one hell of a time!

[Pietro grins at the memory, then frowns. Then looks a bit confused.]

But you should know that, since it was all over the news and everything. Mutants, exposed? Kinda hard to miss.

Exposed? [She stares at him for a moment, before shaking her head.]

What year is it, for you?

2002. Why, when're you from?

[Is that why she's familiar? Does he know her as an older woman? Somehow, time travel is way easier for him to accept than interdimensional travel and alternate realities.]

...Ah. [Well, that does explain - very little, actually. It's nice to know they reach another millenium, at least.] 1956.

Right. So you get a sneak preview, I guess. Just who're you supposed to be, anyway?

[Because this is taking too long, and he hates beating around the bush.]

If you know about SHIELD and mutants and all.

I suppose I do. [She rests her chin on her hands, grimly pensive. It's a bleaker future than she'd hoped, but - all the more reason for her to return somehow, isn't it?]

My name is Jocelyn Xavier. I've been a scholar, a soldier, and a psychologist thus far - and I am a mutant.

And yourself?

[Upon hearing the name, Pietro does some quick mental math. Sibling? Cousin?]

Huh. Don't know a Charles Xavier, do you? Never know where one of ol' baldy's relatives is going to pop up.

[Because he finds it almost funny that the big goody-goody had his own step-brother locked up]

You can call me Quicksilver.

...You know Charles. How well? [This just got complicated - ]

Quicksilver? [Her lips twitch, just slightly.]

All right, then.

Not well. The boss-man and he don't exactly get along.

[And maybe he shouldn't say anymore. She seems like someone who'd side more with Xavier and the X-men than Magneto]

This Magneto, I - [Her eyes widen again, and then...she raises a hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose.] Please don't tell me it's Erik.

[His eyes widen in surprise, then narrow in suspicion. The question definitely has him on the defensive.]

What do you mean?

[She glances up, looking downright pained.] I really would expect better of him. [To use and manipulate children - surely not, even decades later?]

Or you could tell me that I'm completely off the mark, and Magneto wasn't chosen because your boss can manipulate metal. [Not that it isn't a ridiculous name regardless.]

[And not just any children, either. It's probably lucky Wanda isn't around to drive the point home.]

Look, lady, I don't know how you know the bastard, and I don't have any idea what you'd "expect better" about. But at least he's got the right idea about things. Building a better world for mutants.

[He doesn't remember a time when Magneto wasn't obsessed with the cause.]

[She heaves a heavy sigh as her hand falls.] I know him the same way Charles does. [More or less. She's still not quite sure which Charles this universe belongs to - if any.]

I always knew we wanted the same things, ultimately, and that we'd employ very different methods in search of it. There are simply some I didn't expect.

Well, now you know to expect them. Not that it makes any difference, because it doesn't look like he's here. Enough said.

[Okay, Magneto? Clearly not this kid's favorite topic, despite supposedly working for him.]

...No. Magneto isn't. [And he won't be, if she can help it.]

You're clearly conflicted about the man. Why follow him?

Because he's good at what he does. You don't have to like someone to work with them.

[He's not saying something.]

But it's really none of your damn business.

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