what the water gave me | eve&erik
Her feet grazed the ground as she swung back on forth on the swing. As a child, Eve had loved the swingset, the way she’d been allowed to soar into the sky, light and free. But now, all she could do was swing back and forth minimally, drowning in her thoughts. It had been a few days since her failed transformation, since she’d taken Magneto’s advice to heart—and the advice had backfired.
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It was far too easy to melt through the bars at the pool and walk right in, each metal piece in the alarm singing as he tore them apart to remain undetected. Erik considered reconnecting all the wires but decided to leave things as they were in the meantime, to allow Eve easier access.
Now, Eve Hale was interesting. If his own research was correct, the girl’s father ran Hale Corporation. She was weak — but then, once upon a time, Erik had been weak. Pyro had been weak — Mystique had been weak. Everyone had to start somewhere, and having the heiress of the Hale Corporation in his pocket — indebted to him — would be good for him in the long run.
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"It's not like I had a choice," Eve tried not to make herself sound too bitter, "there aren't too many people lining up to help. It's either a considerate smile, and you know they're just thinking 'damn, that's too bad', or they congratulate you, as though it's an achievement. Nobody offers advice."
Except you went clearly unspoken.
