Days later, a magnetic pulse rocked the mansion. Windows shattered, metal twisting—Bill knew this from the comics: Magneto. He stood on the lawn, cape billowing, voice commanding. "The girl's power is wasted here. Join me, or perish."Bill stepped forward, Lily and Clara behind him. "She's my daughter, not your soldier."Magneto's eyes narrowed. "You defy me, human?""Not human," Bill said.
"Template: Iron Man. Engaging."He launched, repulsors firing, but Magneto twisted the armor, grounding him. Bill switched to Hulk, breaking free, then Wolverine, claws slashing. Magneto countered, hurling steel beams—Bill's memories of Genosha's fall fueled his fury.Lily stepped up, fire blazing. "Leave us alone!"Magneto paused, intrigued. "Such potential…"Clara grabbed a fallen pipe, swinging at him—a distraction. Bill seized the moment, Spider-Man's webs tangling Magneto's arms, Hulk's strength tackling him. The X-Men joined, forcing Magneto to retreat, his parting words echoing: "This isn't over."Bill hugged his family, panting. "We held him off.""For now," Clara said, fierce. "We're tougher than he thinks."Lily nodded. "Together."The system hummed:
"Host emotional state: Defiant. Objective: Fortify family against future threats."Bill looked at them—his reason, his strength. Magneto was a shadow, but the comics warned of worse: Apocalypse, Phoenix. He'd master every template, face every danger, because Clara and Lily were his world.