It took Magnus a moment to understand what Rogers meant but when it dawned on him he felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. So the man had landed a blow after all. This was pure cruelty masked by obsequious regret. What could he truly know of that suffering with all of his playing at hero in a star spangled farce. Of course a man like Rogers would be conceited enough to offer some hollow blanket apology for the mistakes of his country. For the mistakes of the world. No amount of time could lessen the bitterness and no empty words would mask the insult.
Magneto bared his teeth, his eyes narrowing. The moment the door opened he stepped inside and turned his back on Captain America. The door hardly had time to shut before he'd thrown a hand out and sent the man careening backwards down the hall, pushed by a metal girder ripped from the wall. He didn't even glance over as man and metal shattered a window and burst out into the night sky, ninety one stories in the air.