Die Katzschen und der alter Mann...
Who: Magneto and Shadowcat What: The Kitty and the Master of Magnetism cross paths quite innocently. Maybe. Where: New York City When: Jan 10th, 2010
The weather in New York was fair enough - although it still threatened snow - to draw Max away from the chess tables in Central Park and towards finding a little something new to try in a culinary sense. And given the Borscht Belt there were any number of good Jewish delis in town, most of them run by Russian Jews.
Once upon a time, a few lifetimes ago, they'd been his people.
Nobody else in New York did good black bread like them. And the borscht and all the other things he'd lived on for years when taking his family from the horrors of Nazi Germany to the horrors of Stalinist Russia. But despite everything, he remembered Russia fondly. Mostly in regards to the _food_.
He waited in line, patiently, soaking in the smells, the sound of Russian-accented Yiddish in the air. It reminded him strongly of a better time, albeit one that ended in tragedy.