Was this really happening? Despite her effort, her decision to stay unknown as a meta, and to live a normal as possible life, Sue found herself in the middle of a growing war declared upon humankind and all those who would stand in the way of the Brotherhood. The very blunt, very cold, very real threat from Magneto sent a shiver up her spine. It was unnerving how easily he could think to snuff out a life to get what he wanted, all in the name of furthering his extremist cause. Was no-one above being instruments or fodder in his crusade?
Magneto proved that there were indeed no exceptions when he took from his pocket a handful of silver balls. With just a subtle flick, he sent one crashing through the studio glass and into Michael's hand. The telephone broke apart and blood sprayed the nearest wall. Sue covered her mouth, muffling her scream. Had the desk not been right behind of her she would've moved further away, but there was no where to go.
Michael's cries were enough to make Susan tear up as well. She couldn't imagine what pain he might be feeling at the moment, but by the looks of his injury she knew it was a lot. Magneto, in the most serene voice, proceeded to inform her of what would likely happen to the next person who agitated him. Sue looked over at Michael, then to Magneto. Her colleagues were in danger and it was up to her to prevent anyone else from being harmed or killed. All he wanted from her was to announce his message. Simple.
So, why wasn't she budging? Sue's heart drummed harder in her chest. She wished Reed was there with her, or Johnny, or Ben but they were back at the Baxter Building, in the place where they hid whilst Reed worked day and night on curing them - for her, for her dreams. They'd made peace with what they'd become and what they could do but she did not. She was the selfish one, holding them back from outing themselves, holding them back from actually doing something about menaces like Magneto...in the name of victims like Michael. She'd turned her back on the incident that occurred when Atlantis was found, she ignored the news when the UN was attacked, and now...now she was faced with doing the same thing again. Perhaps she was tired of ignoring what was obviously a calling. Death didn't claim her or Reed, or John and Ben in space. The experience gave them a means to join a purpose. The topic of the night should have been reflection and epiphanies.
Sue swallowed then pulled her grey jacket closer to her as she took a step forward. The hem of her white dress swayed around her knees. "You walk in here...you hurt people, you threaten me, just so you can threaten more over the air. You want to use me to get your message of fear into the homes of my listener's." She shook her head, her expression that of sadness and disgust. "That helps no-one. You're not a man of honor, or a man of peace." Sue's hands slowly curled into tight fists as she allowed her courage to grow despite her qualms. A shield, unseen, wrapped around her and Michael. "You're no Martin Luther King, you're not a messiah. The things you do will not be great but horrible and remembered as such. All you are, Magneto, is yet another man with too much power and too much spare time."
She raised an arm, her hand still curled. "I'm not your secretary, and I'm not your messenger, get out!" Susan's fist unfurled, with her fingers splayed wide she created another force field which she sent at Magneto as a concussive blast.