Of course he shouldn't have expected any better. Pietro was a constant disappointment. "You've picked a terrible time to grow a backbone," he said with a frown. His window of opportunity here was a small one, Quicksilver was fast after all and so after a very short stare down, Magneto jerked a hand and sent a barrage of metal flying at his son to twist into a binding over his chest and trap him against the wall of the same building he'd shoved his father into. With another flick of his fingers more objects came flying, with sharp edges and heavy thuds, street lamps, bicycles, post boxes, cell phones, all aimed at Pietro's body. For his last trick, Magneto pulled vehicles from all along the block, alarms wailing as they rocked from their parking spaces then sped through the air to form a barrier around him, several cars tall and wide. It wouldn't hold him forever, but Magnus thought it would slow his son down long enough for Magnus to keep him from trailing him to his next destination.