Bishop threw the magazine atop the pile on the courtesy table next to him. He had been waiting for hours for this mysterious Tony Stark and his patience was wearing thin. He had waited several months to get to this moment and now he was being kept waiting by the elusive playboy for “personal matters”, as the staff behind the desk kept informing him. He had finally considered storming past security and physically searching the rooms of the hotel, when a relatively short, bearded man stepped into the lobby, his eyes scanning the lobby before finally fixing on Bishop. The man stepped towards him with a slight swagger. Bishop stood up; his hulking 6’3” form standing almost a head over the approaching figure, eying him carefully. 
 
[b]”Tony Stark, although you might already know that.”[/b]

Tony extended his hand in a friendly gesture, adding swiftly,

[b]”I don’t make a habit of answering all calls to meet me, and I’m rather busy, saving the world and such, so I imagine we make this quick…or at least direct?”[/b]

Bishop took the man’s offered hand, his shovel-like hand squeezing Tony’s hand tightly, holding him in place so he could hear what he had to say.

“Yes, I know who you are, Tony Stark. I also know what you are about to do, “save the world” as you put it. I know that you’re about to attempt a rescue of Nick Fury with several other heroes very soon. I also know that you will fail. I know this, because I come from a time in the future where mutants are herded into camps and branded with this mark.”

Bishop raised his free hand to point to the large M tattooed across his right eye, directing Tony to the branded M covering it.

“You fail, you, Fury and the others get executed and the Sentinel program goes national, leading to the subjugation of mutants all across the country. I've traveled back to try and prevent this from occurring. Is this direct enough for you?”

Bishop let his hand and drop, waiting for Tony's reaction. Bishop hoped that the fact he knew of Stark’s plans may lead him to believe his story. However, there was also every other reason for him to think that Bishop was simply a walk-in loon or an agent for the other side. Bishop almost smiled to himself, he’d been so preoccupied in getting to this moment that he hadn't really thought about what would happen after or even if he could really get Stark to believe him. He’d just have to hope. That was all he left.