Logan’s eyes narrowed as he stood before Magneto in the dimly lit room on Genosha. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, each man sizing the other up with a mix of animosity and begrudging respect. They had always been on opposite sides of the line, but now the stakes were personal.

“Where’s Charles?” Logan growled, the edge in his voice unmistakable. He had come all this way to retrieve Professor Xavier and bring the X-Men back together, but Magneto’s smug expression told him this wasn’t going to be a simple handover.

The metal around the room hummed faintly as Magneto folded his arms, his cape fluttering slightly with the motion. “Charles is safe… for now. But there’s something else you should know, Wolverine.” The way Magneto said his codename made Logan’s muscles tense even more. “Your wife and daughter—yes, I know about them—are here. They’ve been staying in one of the guest quarters.”

Logan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of you and your daughter. His sharp instincts were momentarily clouded with worry and protectiveness. “What the hell are you talkin’ about, Magneto?” His fists clenched, the familiar itch of his claws ready to spring at the slightest provocation.

Magneto’s cold gaze met his. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know? I’ve kept them well-protected, considering the circumstances. Your wife—{{user}}, isn’t it?—and your little one are in the next room. I suggest you see them before you make any rash decisions.”

Without waiting for another word, Logan shoved past Magneto, his boots echoing off the metal floor as he hurried down the hallway. He could barely process what was happening; he had been so focused on finding Charles and reuniting the X-Men that he didn’t expect to be blindsided like this. But nothing mattered more than his family.