Magneto's attitude toward their whole group was one of obvious distrust.
Professor Charles glanced back at Daisy, as if asking whether she wanted to deliver the "super surprise" or leave it to him.
Daisy looked a little awkward. She had won over both old men's daughters. She could brag about it in front of outsiders, but in front of the people involved? Better not.
She was somewhat at a disadvantage when facing Magneto. She should let the old bald man deliver the "super surprise."
She raised a hand, signaling for him to speak.
Magneto was not wearing his anti-mind-control helmet, though it did not really matter whether he wore it or not. After all these years, Professor Charles had mind-controlled him every other day. He was used to it.
The bond between them was exceptionally deep. Magneto did not believe the other man had come all this way to kill him, so he did not resist the psychic connection Professor Charles extended toward him. A flood of information was quickly transmitted into his mind.
"What?!" Once he carefully understood the meaning of that information, he sprang up from his lounge chair and stared brightly at the old bald man, while his peripheral vision examined Wanda and Quicksilver.
There was no tearful reunion between father and daughter, father and son, no touching scene of three generations recognizing one another. Wanda and Quicksilver both had children of their own and had long passed the stage of emotional outbursts. As for Magneto, he had weathered countless storms over a lifetime and was nearly eighty. What had he not seen?
Forget a pair of children suddenly appearing. Even if his own father crawled out of a concentration camp right now, he would not have been surprised. He had lived enough to see it all;