the missiles were racing towards the beach at an alarming rate. Erik had Shaw’s helmet on, now protected from Charles’ telepathy, and was prepared to kill each and every human aboard the ships in front of them. Suddenly, the missiles stopped mid-air. Charles looked around, seeinghis daughter with their hand held up, stopping the missiles. To them, you weren’t a mutant, but there you were, using a mutation.

“How are you…?” Charles began, trailing off due to his speechlessness.