Magneto ('97)

"Did you need to hit them that hard?"

She hovered in front of him, the toes of her boot a few feet off the ground. Carol's arms remained crossed over her chest as her face settled into a neutral state. Best to not start a mutant war, right? She'd done enough damage in space with the Skrull and Kree. The last thing she needed was another situation like that. "Look," her voice was firm. Loud enough to cross the distance towards him, but not yelling. "Atrocities, annihilation, indignities — we want to avoid them. My word may not mean much to you, but trust me on that one." The Annihilator herself knew a thing or two about these hardships and how hard they were to rectify. "We want peace. Or, as close to it as we can get."

"And just what would you do to keep that promise?"

"You sound just like my dad. Which makes sense because of the, well, y'know." The variant thing. It was all weird to Lorna, and it made her a bit uncomfortable. He kinda looked like Magneto and he mostly sounded like him, but the man was a total stranger. "This is all very weird. Is it weird for you too?"

"I think we're in agreeance that neither of us want to see the mutants hurt any more than we already have been. There's just some stuff that we can and can't do. We don't want war."