Alex's plasma blasts ignited the sky. Hank, transformed by a failed serum into a blue-furred beast, tore through bulkheads. Raven, shifting from a soldier to a general to a nurse to a ghost, sowed confusion in the enemy ranks. And in the center, Charles and Erik fought Shaw.
Charles, bleeding in the sand, looked up. He saw his sister choosing the path of rebellion. He saw his brother choosing the path of vengeance. And he realized the truth of the name the newspapers had already given them.
"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. X-men- First Class
One by one, they left. Alex, unsure. Raven, defiant. Hank, heartbroken. They stood behind Erik, who lifted his hand and raised the Soviet submarine from the water, its conning tower forming a terrible crown.
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. Alex's plasma blasts ignited the sky
"No! There is always another way!"
Erik wanted to sink it. Charles wanted to stop Shaw. And in the center, Charles and Erik fought Shaw
It was Erik who solved the equation. "Keep him busy," he muttered, then reached out. Not at Shaw, but at the coin on the floor of the submarine. The very coin Shaw had used to kill Erik’s mother. He pulled it. Through steel, through water, through the chaos. It shot up through the deck, through the air, and hovered, trembling, an inch from Shaw's forehead.