"Oh, I wasn't aware I was some kind of hero," he gave a harsh laugh and turned back to the window, shaking his head. "Isn't all that what your Avengers are for? S.H.I.E.L.D.? The X-Men? Where are they with their rescues and their resources and their scientific minds. Holed up? Waiting, too?" Magnus abruptly turned back to his son, breaching the gap between them to take him roughly by the arm. "Pietro, you've entirely missed the point. I am waiting for death, but not mine. When the rest of the world is gone there won't be anyone left but me. And the people here on this island. The extraordinary superhuman people of this island with the whole world ripe for the harvest."