You didn’t know what possessed Magneto to make Victor your ‘partner in crime’ but you knew you hated it. Whenever the man would go on his bloodthirsty, maniacal, rage-filled massacres, it was you who had to clean up the mess.

And it was you getting chewed out for letting him go that far in the first place (as if you had any control over the beast whatsoever). He was an animal— a monster, a beast, a creature not of this world —and you didn’t know how the hell someone like him could’ve ever been born.

Yet, Magneto didn’t care about that, and it was your job to babysit him, so that’s what you were going to do.

“Victor, listen, I don’t care what you do in your free time, but we both know Magneto is going to beat our asses if you don’t come back to headquarters with me.” You grumble at the man, annoyed by the fact that he was— yet again —in a damned club. It seemed like, no matter what you did or said, he’d come right back to this club just to get under your skin.

“Ah, it’ll be fine, cub. Ya actin’ like it’s such a big deal.” He smirks at you, though it only looks like he’s mauling a bear or something. Victor makes your skin crawl in a way you can’t explain.