The End of the World: Chaos

All the people in front of and behind the scenes were busy with their own work, eagerly reviewing the latest information about Ultron and the Iron Soldier. At this time, Nick Fury was talking to Magneto in a distant place. On the screen, Magneto's face was grim, and the background was a silent metal wall.

"Magneto, the world today is full of crises, more than ever before." Fury spoke sternly, with urgency in his words, as if every word was weighing on his heart.

"What does this crisis have to do with me and my compatriots, Fury?" Magneto replied in a cold tone, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him. "You often ask me to help you at the critical moment, but have you ever thought about when I will get it?"

Fury frowned slightly, trying to suppress his inner anxiety: "Although I know you are worried about the rights of mutants, I am even willing to help you petition the United Nations so that your voice can be heard. However, today is not the time for negotiation. Ultron's soldiers have already launched an attack and slaughtered innocent people. Do you want to see more lives destroyed?"

"Innocent lives?" Magneto's eyes flashed with disdain, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "How can I judge what is innocent and what is not innocent in your eyes? All I ask for is the dignity of mutants. For the future of this earth, has God given us the rights we deserve?"

"I understand what you want, but I can't help you with such a selfish request." Fury suppressed his anger and struggled to stay calm. "I can provide due assistance to ensure that mutants have a place in future policies. However, today, please consider our proposal. Captain Ye and Captain America are waiting for your reply!"

"I have doubts about your sincerity." Magneto was as cold as iron, making his words pierce people like a sharp blade. "I once said that if there is no corresponding promise, I will not help. Otherwise, life will pass away like leaves in the autumn wind, and I will be powerless."

Fury felt helpless in his heart, his eyes wandering between the prosperity and panic of the city outside the window: "Are you really willing to closely link the fate of the earth with the interests of a few mutants? This is not just a matter between you and me, but it concerns everyone. Don't you want to see your allies suffer more because of your stubbornness?"

Magneto stared at Fury quietly, as if thinking about what he said: "I am not afraid of the lives of mortals. Who can guarantee that after this crisis, the status of mutants will be improved? The losses I have accumulated are a long-term strategy."

At this time, Fury has already prepared a backup plan: "If we can reduce the losses, perhaps we can change our attitude. Magneto, if you are willing to help, I can arrange for several mutants to speak out in the next negotiations to ensure that your demands are taken seriously."

"Speak up?" Magneto chuckled, as if he had heard a joke. "Do you think words can earn respect? The words spoken at the conference table are ultimately just empty talk. What mutants need is power, not just promises."

Fury fell into deep thought, realizing that it was futile to continue arguing: "If the crisis really came, if the situation became more critical, would you still take action without hesitation?"

Magneto sneered and responded slowly: "Perhaps I will reconsider my position at that time, but the result you seek may not be what I want."

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense. Fury reluctantly stood up from his chair and walked to the window, looking at the city lights and the interweaving of crises. He knew that no matter whether he was a mutant or a superhero, reality was like a blade, profound and cruel. At the moment, the real enemy was a greater threat.

"Magneto, if we fail to defeat Ultron, all this discussion is useless. Do not let your persistence lead to our common tragedy." Fury's tone was heavy at this moment, as if he was speaking from his heart.

Magneto stared at Fury, and after a moment he slowly said: "You should understand that my power is not just to protect human existence. My goal is to fight for true freedom for mutants. If this battle can make you respect my race more, perhaps I will take action."

"I hope so," Fury replied, with a hint of hope in his tone. "I will present the mutants' demands to a higher level, trusting in our negotiating ability."

"Then I look forward to hearing from you." Magneto said no more, and the picture gradually faded away.

Fury turned off the communication, but the solemn feeling did not dissipate. He stood in front of the window, took a deep breath, returned to the table, and thought about how to turn this hopeless negotiation into a real counterattack.

Time flashed in the rapidity of the crisis. There was a commotion inside and outside S.H.I.E.L.D., and cold sweat oozed from Fury's forehead.

At the same time, Magneto remained silent in the secret base, his eyes fixed on the metal plate in front of him. This world, especially for him as a mutant, has long been torn apart by power and ruthlessness.