โAll right, all rightโฆ donโt rush me.โ Magnus stood at the main console, coat half on, glasses crooked, tapping keys. The only thing rushing him, as always, was himself.
@DocWillMagnus The Metal Men moved as one! Iron charged, Lead shielded the console, Gold wrapped the intruder in precise bands, Mercury darted in, disabling joints, and Tin tripped, accidentally, into the probeโs core, shutting it down completely.
They all stared.
โD-d-did I help?โ
@MetalMenTeam Magnus straightened his glasses. โIntention is overrated.โ
Before anyone could respond, the wall monitor flared to life! A robotic probe, foreign, hostile, and already breaking through the outer defense grid!
@DocWillMagnus She was already moving. โOn it, Will!โ Her hands flowed over the controls, sealing valves, redistributing power. The alarms softened, then stopped...
Silence!
@DocWillMagnus Gold hovered nearby. โDoctor Magnus, the atomic matrix is holding at optimal levels.โ
Iron cracked his knuckles. โGood! Because if it wasnโt, I'm ready.โ
Tin peeked out from behind a stack of equipment. โR-r-ready for what, exactly?โ
Mercury rolled his eyes. โRelax, Tin. If -
@DocWillMagnus@OfTruthAndWar@TornadoSentinel - Platinum felt something bloom, sharp, bright, impossible to hide. She didn't know why. She only knew that this woman's arrival drew Magnus's focus in a way that stung.
She followed the others toward the door, but glanced back once.
Diana Prince didn't look at Platinum. -
Dr. Will Magnus, that brilliant, stubborn dreamer forging metal souls with a fire-hot genius, stood over the console, tightening a coil no one else on Earth could have named.
@DocWillMagnus@TornadoSentinel - looked at strangers who didn't know how strange she truly was, โ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐.
They said none of it.
The Metal Men thought like people and stood like soldiers, and now they regarded Red Tornado with a mix of -
@DocWillMagnus Mercury snorted. "We do, ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐'๐ก! We're the ones getting smashed."
Tin raised a trembling hand. "D-d-doctor Magnus? Should w-weโฆ put the Keeper on the shelf?"
@DocWillMagnus The Metal Men stared.
Gold nodded. "Understood, Doctor."
In a neat, impossible ballet, they moved as one, Iron blocking a blow, Lead shielding the lab equipment, Tin squeaking apologies as he tripped into Mercury, who cursed loud enough to make Platinum wince. Gold wrapped the-