Schiller knew very well that when dealing with an enemy who could be hurt by bullets, guns were the best choice. But there were too many people in this world whom bullets could not harm, such as Mutants. At times like this, the fearsome reputation his other personality traits had earned in Battleworld went from being a bad thing to a good one. At the very least, it provided maximum deterrence.
Schiller jumped down from the roof of the car and walked up to Magneto. The old man's eyes, hidden in the shadows between the seams of his Helmet, looked as profound as ever. When he narrowed them slightly, the wrinkles around his eyes stacked like swords—weathered and sharp.
"How did you get here?" he asked.
"Of course, I came because I have business with you," Schiller said with a smile, sounding utterly unconcerned. "Let's go inside and talk."
After saying that, he put his hat back on and continued inward. Magneto paused for a moment, but soon entered the X-Men's base as well.
What surprised Schiller was that the X-Men were fully armed, and their expressions looked tense. When they saw that the person entering was a stranger rather than Magneto, they all froze for a moment.
Schiller stepped aside and let the Brotherhood of Mutants enter. Magneto walked at the front. When he saw Professor X seated in his wheelchair, he stopped and said in a low voice, "Long time no see, Charles."
Very good, Schiller thought. It seemed Professor X and Magneto of the Main Universe had not reconciled yet, at least not on the surface. Of course, they might have merely been pretending not to have reconciled.
Spider-Man had previously said that the Avengers had spoken with the Mutants in order to expand into the Multiverse.