Another day secured -237

As the battle raged on, the tide of combat began to turn in favor of the mutants and their allies. The sheer ferocity and coordination of their attacks started to overwhelm the Sentinels and their drone armies.

Magneto and Polaris, working in perfect unison, continued to manipulate the battlefield with their magnetic powers, turning the very metal of their enemies into weapons against them. The Sentinels, despite their advanced programming and adaptive capabilities, struggled to counter the relentless assault.

Logan, his berserker rage fully unleashed, tore through the ranks of drones with savage efficiency. His adamantium claws, indestructible and deadly, sliced through the drones' armor as if it were paper.

Each time a Sentinel tried to target him, Logan's keen senses and battle-hardened instincts allowed him to dodge or deflect their attacks, leaving them open to counterstrike from the other mutants or Alpha-1 team members.

Steve, Peggy, and Bucky continued their coordinated assault, moving as a well-practiced unit. Steve's shield was a blur, deflecting projectiles and smashing through enemies with pinpoint accuracy.

Peggy's enhanced agility and sharp shooting allowed her to take down drones with precision, while Bucky used his strength and combat experience to engage and dismantle any machines that came too close.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Quicksilver—Pietro Maximoff, another of Magneto's children—was a blur of motion. With the power of superspeed, he zipped around the battlefield at velocities so high that to the naked eye, he was almost invisible. His ability to cover vast distances in fractions of a second made him an invaluable asset, especially when paired with Gambit.

Gambit, while not as fast, possessed a unique power: the ability to charge objects with kinetic energy, turning anything he touched into a potential explosive. Whether it was a simple playing card or a stray piece of debris, Gambit's touch could turn it into a deadly weapon. The two of them together made a devastatingly effective team.

Pietro would dart across the battlefield, picking up objects that Gambit had charged and placing them strategically on the drones and Sentinels. In the blink of an eye, Pietro would reappear at Gambit's side, ready to grab the next object. The resulting explosions rocked the battlefield, taking down multiple drones and damaging even the heavily armored Sentinels.

Adding to the chaos were also the team of Shadowcat and Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler had the ability to teleport around the battlefield, and even if the Sentinels could track where he would appear, they weren't really able to react thanks to others fighting them.

This allowed Shadowcat to use her power, the ability to phase through solid matter. Nightcrawler would teleport the two of them to the blindspot of a sentinel, and then Shadowcat would place explosives inside the robots before they would quickly teleport away again, as the sentinel would soon blow up from the inside, dealing critical damage to their internal systems.

 Adding to the chaos was the team of Shadowcat and Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler's ability to teleport across the battlefield, appearing and disappearing in a puff of sulfuric smoke, gave him a distinct advantage in evading enemy fire.

The Sentinels, with their adaptive programming, tried to predict his movements, but the relentless assault from other mutants kept them too occupied to react quickly enough.

This allowed Shadowcat, with her unique ability to phase through solid matter, to execute her part of the plan. Nightcrawler would teleport the two of them into the blind spots of the Sentinels, where they were most vulnerable. Shadowcat would then phase into the Sentinels' bodies, planting explosives deep within their circuits before Nightcrawler would teleport them both to safety.

The Sentinels, unable to defend against this internal sabotage, began to fall one by one. Explosions from within tore apart their intricate circuitry, leaving them disabled and vulnerable to the finishing blows delivered by the other mutants and Foundation members.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of destruction, with the mutants and their allies gaining the upper hand. Magneto and Polaris continued to direct the flow of battle from above, raining down metallic debris and shards of destroyed Sentinels onto the remaining enemies.

The Sentinels' attempts to adapt to their powers were hampered by the relentless assaults from the other mutants, each contributing in their unique way to the battle's momentum.

Storm, high above the battlefield, summoned powerful winds and lightning to strike at the Sentinels, further destabilizing their systems. The combination of elemental fury and magnetic manipulation proved too much for the Sentinels' adaptive defenses to handle.

Near the ground, the Alpha-1 team fought with precision and discipline, using their advanced technology to target and destroy drones and Sentinels alike. Their weapons, designed specifically to combat robotic threats, were devastatingly effective, and their coordination with the mutants added another layer of complexity to the battle that the Sentinels could not overcome.

As the last of the Sentinels began to fall, their once-intimidating presence reduced to smoking heaps of metal, a cheer went up from the mutants and their allies. The battle was hard-fought, but the victory was undeniable.

The mutants regrouped, taking stock of their casualties and tending to the wounded. The Foundation members, though weary, were satisfied with the outcome. They had proven their worth as allies, and the bond forged in the heat of battle would serve them well in the conflicts yet to come.

Magneto, hovering over the battlefield, looked down at the remnants of the Sentinels with a mix of satisfaction and grim resolve. "We have won today," he said, his voice carrying over the quieting battlefield. "But this was only the beginning. The enemy will return, and we must be ready."

Some of the fighters cheered a little, but most knew the grim reality: This wasn't really a victory; they had merely survived yet another day in his godless world.

Hope was in short supply; they knew that living here in Ironwood was likely one of the safest places in the world right now, but it wasn't a life of comfort, and any day could very well be their last; this constant pressure was weighing down heavily on some people.

Though the amount of those people was steadily falling, those there were the people Magneto sent off to the Foundation, though some asked for it themselves after seeing the endless amount of supplies coming in.

They figured that this Foundation had plenty to spare, so they likely expected a more leisurely life with them.

Smarter people resisted the idea of being sent away, better the monster they knew, Magneto, then some monsters they didn't know.

And as Bruce Banner, the Hulk, had just shown, the Foundation had its own monsters.

As the battlefield settled into an uneasy quiet, Steve exchanged glances with his team. There was no celebrating this "victory." It had been a survival, nothing more. They all understood that this war was far from over. The Sentinels were just a part of a much larger threat, and as powerful as they were, even they couldn't stand alone against what was coming.

Magneto turned to Steve, a calculating look in his eyes. "Your Foundation has proven useful today," he admitted, "You in particular have impressed me." He said, looking at Bruce, who had once again transformed back to his normal self. "Let's talk some more." He said, looking at the captain before flying off.

Steve watched Magneto fly off, his cape billowing behind him like a banner of defiance against the darkening sky. He felt the weight of Magneto's words lingering in the air. The battle may have been won, but the tension had not dissipated; it had only shifted, like a storm cloud moving on to unleash its fury elsewhere.

"Looks like you're in the spotlight," Steve said, turning to Bruce, who was still catching his breath after transforming back from the Hulk. Bruce's clothes were torn, his face pale and drawn, but his eyes were clear, reflecting the inner turmoil of having unleashed such destruction.

"I don't like it," Bruce replied, shaking his head.

He didn't get to say more before a strong hand slapped in across the back. "Damn impressive out there, didn't know you had that in you." Logan said with a grin on his face and blood all over his body.

He didn't fight carefully; he wasn't easy to kill, so he could ignore his own defense to deal more damage to his enemy.

Bruce offered a weak smile in response to Logan's hearty slap, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Trust me, it's not something I like to bring out unless absolutely necessary."

Logan chuckled, his eyes glinting with a mix of respect and camaraderie. "Necessary or not, you saved a lot of lives today. Don't sell yourself short, Banner."

Peggy approached the group, her uniform dusty but her demeanor as composed as ever. "Logan's right, Bruce. The tide could have easily turned against us if not for your intervention."

Bruce sighed, looking around at the aftermath of the battle—the scattered remains of drones and Sentinels, the wounded being tended to, the weary faces of survivors. "Maybe. I just hope the next time won't be any time soon."

Steve placed a reassuring hand on Bruce's shoulder. "We'll do everything we can to prevent that. But for now, let's regroup and debrief. We need to understand what we're up against and prepare accordingly."

From a short distance away, a figure approached—a woman with striking white hair and piercing blue eyes. Ororo Munroe, known to most as Storm, carried herself with a regal grace despite the exhaustion evident on her face.

"I'm impressed" She greeted them. "I hadn't expected much from you, maybe from the three in the suits, but you all fought far better then any normal human should have been able to do, most of all you Dr Banner, that was quite a showing you did."