“Tomato, tomahto,” I countered, attempting to keep things lighthearted for a bit longer. The city had enough heavy as it was... But my smile faded a little as I looked at him, and my voice adopted a more serious tone. “I know, though.” Being who we were always came at a >

> enthusiastically—and tried to redirect the conversation back to its original course. “What I meant was... Your fight’s my fight, Matt,” I concluded, exhaling a breath a moment after. “So congratulations, I guess. You’re officially stuck with me.” Assuming mortification >

“Mostly,” I echoed haltingly. It was impossible not to notice the word choice. “Well, hey, I’m glad you’ve got somebody to talk to. Just…” I gestured vaguely toward the giant bowl sitting at the center of the table. “Be careful with that. I’m pretty sure that much cold brew >

> legally counts as a performance-enhancing drüg.” I chuckled, squinting at it briefly. Although, honestly, it wasn’t really my place to judge. I’d spent a concerning part of my teenage years—and yes, still in my adult life—surviving on energy drinks and Aunt May’s meatloaf. >

“That organization that creates... superheroes?” As a scientist, I couldn’t deny my curiosity about how it was possible. However, Vought had a strict policy regarding who they hired. And yes, I’d crossed paths with a few of their ‘heroes’ on different occasions. “Bad times?” >

> By her expression, the experience hadn’t been pleasant whatsoever. Surprise etched into my features after a small pause. “Wait... Doesn’t that mean... you’re human?” The realization was difficult to reconcile given that Magneto was one of the most powerful mutants on >