X-men- First Class -

When the smoke cleared, Erik stood over Charles, who lay broken on the sand. Raven stood between them, her blue skin finally uncovered, refusing to hide.

Erik wanted to sink it. Charles wanted to stop Shaw. X-men- First Class

The battle on the beach was chaos and beauty intertwined. When the smoke cleared, Erik stood over Charles,

Charles tried to freeze Shaw's mind, but the helmet deflected him like a mirror. "You cannot reach me, Charles!" Shaw laughed, absorbing the concussive force of his own ship's cannons. He grew stronger, more radiant, his body thrumming with stolen energy. Charles wanted to stop Shaw

"Erik, don't!" Charles screamed, reading the intent like a black sun rising in his friend's soul.

Charles had a different vision. He had grown up in a mansion, not a camp. His pain was subtler: the loneliness of being the smartest person in every room, the ache of a stepfather who called his powers a "phase." When he found Erik, he saw a brother. When he found Raven, his blue-skinned, shape-shifting foster sister, he saw a soul as fractured as his own.

The CIA learned of a secret fleet: Soviet and American ships facing off in the Caribbean, but beneath them, a Russian submarine retrofitted with Shaw's mutant-powered technology.