As Erik led his Brotherhood into the ocean, Charles heard one last telepathic whisper, soft as a goodbye.
The turning point was the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Erik wanted to sink it. Charles wanted to stop Shaw. X-men- First Class
Together, they built a school. Not a school with chalkboards and bells, but a sanctuary. They recruited the lost: Hank McCoy, a brilliant young scientist with enormous, furry feet who hid his genius behind a lab coat; Alex Summers, a convict whose chest exploded with destructive plasma rings; and Sean Cassidy, an Irish kid who could scream a hole through concrete.
"Boys become men who fire missiles," Erik replied, his voice cold as the deep ocean. He tore the helicopter's door off its hinges and dove into the water. As Erik led his Brotherhood into the ocean,
"They were scared. We can make them understand."
Charles Xavier closed his eyes and reached out with his mind. Not to fight. But to find the next scared, lonely mutant. The next girl who couldn't touch anyone without killing them. The next boy who saw colors in sounds. Charles wanted to stop Shaw
In that silence, the war began.