Whatever surprise Billy may have felt in the last minute was nothing compared to the cold shock that hit him at that name.

Erik Lehnsherr. Magneto. His grandfather.

And he barely looked a day over thirty, not like the silver-haired man Billy had seen all over the news as he grew up, the man who started out a terrorist and became an ally.

"You're younger," was about the only thing he could think of to say, when his voice finally worked.