That had been close, too close. Much to his chagrin, Magneto now knew he could not underestimate his son's wife again. He straightened, phantom pains still clinging inside his head and worked out his rage by shaking the building again. Sending things smashing around the apartment in a tantrum that no one was there to witness, until he was calm and in control again.
He muttered to himself as metals in the wrecked room rose into the air reformed themselves into thick bands that closed around Wicked's prone body to hold her arms and legs trapped against her body. Magnus didn't even want to touch her. Lifting her into the air with the metal he turned and blew out a window with the metal in its frame then climbed out to float above the city with the girl trailing along behind him. Now, to take his captive into Westchester and claim his ransom.