He frowned, "Why are you watching all this?" he questioned. With a little focus he brought them into an open park in the daylight, "Why would you choose those memories?"

"I-I didn't. Not intentionally anyways, " She relaxed once they were in the park, " I've given you a part of my being, helping to mend and help your body. It's not a easy or risk-free task... I've only done it a couple of times... but this is the first I've actually been drawn into someone's subconscious."

He still didn't seem too pleased, but at lest he relaxed enough to have the intense magneto outfit fade to some more casual clothes. "how much did you see?" he questioned, reaching up to touch her cheek where the tears had fallen.

"More than I wish I had." She said her eyes looking downward. "People can be so cruel... I'm sorry."

"They're just memories" he replied simply, taking a seat at one of the empty chess tables and gesturing for her to sit as well, "and besides, I tracked down every single one of those men and killed them. I've moved on."

"I see..." She replied, sitting down across from him. As she sat down a red ball with yellow polka dots bumped against Eric's chair. A little girl with hair as bright as cotton candy ran up and picked up the ball.

"Celly, it's time to go home."
"Ok, Mommy."

Celeste face turned grim, "No." She mumbled as the world around them began to fade.

Max looked at the girl then back to Celeste as the image faded, "I suppose we're both having trouble keeping things locked up."

But Celeste wasn't looking at Max. The world around them had changed. They were in the backseat of a station wagon. It was raining hard.

Little Celly was sitting in the backseat, her mother and father in the front.

"STOP!" She boomed
Her father slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side.
"Celly, what's wrong- CELLY!" But she'd already ripped her seat belt off and magically disabled the child lock on the door and was running out into the rain. Her little shoes splashing and something on her chest glowing rosey like her hair.

Her parents ran after her.

"Oh my gosh!" Her mother exclaimed when they caught up. Little Celly was shaking a woman who had collapsed on the grass with long crimson red hair, something in her chest was glowing red

"Wakie...Wakie!" Celly cried.
"Vesta! Honey, get the blanket." Her father knelt down and placed his hands over the woman's body. "It's ok, Celly. She's just asleep."
"Big Sissy ok?"
"Yes..."

Max looked on, he wasn't too sure what was happening here but it didn't look good. He reached out to touch Celeste's shoulder, "Celeste...?"

She didn't response, her eyes were fixed on the next scene that unravel before them.

She'd woken up from a bad dream and when no one came when she called, she climbed out of bed... And across the hallway to her parents room.

She rubbed her eye as she opened the door, "I had a bad dream, can I sleep in her-" She inhaled quickly as she opened her eyes. The whole room was covered in red. In the middle of the room, painting the walls with some ripped up sheets was Vesta.

"Oh. You weren't suppose to wake up. I was going to keep this a surprise for you. After all, I've missed your birthday this year... What better way to should that I care then to redecorate the house? What do you think? Don't you just love the colour?" Vesta asked, clearly having lost her mind.

Celeste stood in horror, she could see her parents limbs hanging out from the edge of the bed and blood dripping down the side.

The real Celeste feel to her knees, her breathing heavy as tears rolled down her face.

"What's this?" Celeste looked back and Vesta now stood over her, "YOur hair... Simply not the right shade." She had a knife in her hand, "You want to be like your big sissy don't you? DON'T YOU?!" SHe raised the knife and the image was filled with a rosy filled light.

When it refocused, her grandfather was holding her. "Celeste!"

"Papa?" She asked weakly. The entire house was destroyed as if a mini bomb had gone off. Her one arm was broken, the bone hanging out and a odd craving on them was glowing softly. "I'm sorry..." She opened her little hand to reveal a red jewel encased in golden metal. "I'm sorry..."

Max knelt by her, wrapping his arms around here, "Celeste" he spoke softly, "It's just a memory, it's in the past. Celeste!"

It was like she couldn't take her eyes off of them, a series of scenes played out in front of them. Many of them of her asking her grandfather why she couldn't go outside and play with the other kids. Why she could no longer attend school. Of her trying to sneak out to the nearby park to play... Of a few members of Shield showing up to the front door... Of her crying, screaming, staring longingly out the window.

Max didn't really know what to do, finally he moved in front of Celeste, looking her in the eyes, "Celeste, look at me" he demanded, "It's over. You're out. You have nothing to worry about anymore"

She slowly shifted hers to look into his, "...I wish that were true..." She said softly as the image faded away behind them

Max looked confused, "but you were just a child then... is there something still going on?" he asked.

Voices could be heard as if you answer Max's question.

"Sister. Come with me and embrace the chaos. We shall reshape this world with his great power."

"Jun. What has happened to you?"
"Big Sissy knows best."
"You've been corrupted."

Celeste covered her ears, "Stop it! That's enough!"

Max wrapped his arms around her, concentrating to bring them back to the park.

She held tightly to him for several mins after they returned to the park. "I don't think I like being in someone else's mind very much..." She said lightly, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"... we can go back to my memories if it would make you feel better" Max offered, "but I somehow doubt that."

"I won't mind staying here for awhile..." She hadn't pulled away from his embrace. She'd blacked out most of those memories, why they'd played back for her like that...

"You know... you do look rather good in purple." She commented, referring to the Magneto suit.

"um.... thanks..." he replied a little awkwardly, "You know it was actually designed off of one of Pietro's drawings as a child? I hadn't been having a very good day..."

The scene unfolded before them. Eric was pacing, talking to someone on the phone in a heated argument when a little kid with white hair came into the room. "Then reroute it through Afghanistan or something" the master of magnetism snapped, "I really don't care, just get it delivered on time."

"Hey, daddy..." Pietro spoke up softly.

"No, not in three days, tomorrow. The summit is happening and I am going to be prepared" Eric stated firmly before glancing at his son, "not now Pietro"

"I made something for you" Pietro tried again

Sabertooth stepped in and grunted, Eric looked to him immediately, "they're here? How did they find us?!" he demanded, "forget it, just keep Charles' little pets from getting to the lower levels" he reached his hand out, a small circle of metal came and wrapped around his head to form a helmet. "At least he won't be getting in my head anymore." he hung up the phone and marched towards the door.

"Dad-look" Pietro held out the piece of paper.

Eric stopped and turned to Sabertooth again, "Where is Gambit? Call him immediately-and take Pietro out of here! Hurry!"

Sabertooth shrugged, threw Pietro over his shoulder and headed out while Magneto went another direction.

After the battle the whole place was destroyed and the x-men were gone. The rubble moved and Eric pulled himself from a pile of debris, his clothes were torn and he had numerous scrapes and bruises, "I need an upgrade" he breathed, holding his injured arm. As if to answer his request, he spotted a piece of paper in the ruins. Picking it up it was a child's drawing, red and purple armor with a billowing cape. It was labelled 'my dad-by Pietro' "... huh..." the master of metal blinked, removing his helmet and reshaping it to match the picture, "that just might work..."

Miss Ambrose couldn't help but smile at the memory. "I've heard your son has quite the talent when it comes to design." She commented, finally pulling back from Eric. "You must be proud, to have a son who has such a keen eye."

"I am" Max admitted, "but at the time I was so focused on making a better future for him, I wasn't thinking about the present. I kind of screwed that up. All the same, I'm rather proud of him."

She smiled. "Oh, we've found a way to help you. It looks like the magic Loki put on you and the cure are fighting it out in your body but Ciara seemed to be able to find a way. I just have to keep you stable till then.

"Well that's a relief" Max sighed lightly, "I seriously don't know why I couldn't control it... I haven't had such a problem in years. I've been so well in control of my powers" he looked at his hands, "it's strange to suddenly be hit back to square one."