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Previously on X-Men...

We need to find Magneto and convince him

to reverse the damage to Earth before it becomes permanent.

Well, Magneto ain't gonna change his mind

just because we say "please."

The man just declared war on the whole planet.

His day ends one way.

Rogue, you're going with me and Blue Team to find Magneto.

Storm and Jean will lead Gold Team

to shut down Bastion at his headquarters

in the Galapagos Islands.

How many more of your bones

will pave the way to Xavier's future?

Your professor's dream is dead.

So I offer a new one.

Rogue, no.

Roberto?

Forge!

Nathan, stop! Please!

Sinister's controlling you just like he controlled your mother.

My real mother was a world-class telekinetic.

Stuff tends not to skip a generation.

I must hijack his powers to repair Earth.

No, Magnus!

For the love of God, don't do this.

God, you're suicidal, or sentimental, maybe.

Though either'll kill you.

Would we be here helping the survivors if we cared about staying alive?

We care about others.

As do most, I believe.

- And if indeed mutants exist... - They don't.

If they exist, why wouldn't they use their abilities

to make the world better for all people?

People don't want to be better.

They're already the best everything.

Best tribe, best faith,

they even fight over who's the best victim.

These are tense times.

Be mindful not to sound like you actually are a mutant.

What if I were?

Run and hide

before someone starts dreaming of camps.

I'm a mutant.

Telepathy. Mind reader.

Likely can control them, too.

Bend their will.

Metal.

It bends to my will.

Have you met others?

I've met several.

Many alone. Scared.

And they will be feared.

Hated.

Not if we guide them,

help them cherish their gifts,

help the world see all we share by being different.

Alas, my new friend,

in my experience, minds are far harder to bend than metal.

Erik?

Erik!

Rogue.

Charles, how shockingly far you've fallen,

yet also so predictably.

Welcome to your mind, Magnus.

This is a violation.

You declared war against mankind.

Turned my X-Men against each other.

Allowed your torment to flood the world. And Logan...

He meant to murder me.

Too many have died, Magnus.

But we both have the power to end it.

Restore the damage done to Earth.

Why must you always defend our genetic inferiors?

Do you yearn for Bastion's bastard cyborgs

to resume their pogrom against our species?

And what happens to mutants in a blacked-out world?

Evolution thrives in darkness.

Restore Earth's power,

or I will hijack your mind and force you to do so.

Such psychic penetration risks leaving both our minds shattered.

Please, then, heed reason.

Please.

Turn this nostalgic parlor trick back to my childhood

and heed what happened

when my village used reason while others used tanks.

Then forgive me, Magnus.

Charles, please.

Poetic, isn't it?

The inevitability of my vision.

Even now, Professor Xavier must pave the path to my dream

in order to honor his own,

a dream as crippled as its dreamer,

built to die.

You mutants lost at birth, too,

the Neanderthal 2.0.

Buggy stillborns, flapping upstream,

draining yourselves dry so that the tide can more easily drown you.

See, me.

The future's tide.

Despite this little toy you X-Men would use

to abort the bond to my creations.

Your creations are prisoners!

Held hostage by ignorance and coerced through fear into...

Hank!

Think, had the good Professor taken me in when Mother begged him,

I'd be hanging here with you freaks

in the name of peace, tolerance

and equal opportunity suicide.

Even then, "fate got my back."

Charles Xavier wanted to help you.

He came to your mother, but she was too afraid!

You would have been one of the first...

Get your filthy paws off her!

I didn't ask for this, either!

To be born with this programming,

this destiny inside me, the urges.

None choose to be born, Bastion.

Thus why we must never begrudge them being.

Did you just try to appeal to my humanity?

Look at me.

Yet another reason why Operation Zero Tolerance

must skip to final phase.

Slavery and genocide ain't enough?

As I told Dr. Cooper right before she betrayed me and her kind,

people are good.

Too damn good.

Thus, to protect humanity, I must protect humanity from itself.

From the hearts that start dripping red at the latest token underdog.

From seeing themselves

in those who would use their same hearts against them.

Tolerance is extinction.

But even worse is empathy.

Speaking of pity, the little temporal orphan who could...

Error, couldn't.

Parents likely punted you to time

to skip the shame of rearing a repeat mistake.

The clone was psychic.

How many times did you fail to stop me? Hmm?

Fail to save your carbon-copy mothers?

Make him speak, Sinister.

How many times, my writhing thing?

Two hundred. Two hundred times.

But how's your mommy, Sebastion?

Time always tells.

You know this better than most.

Accept what it's been saying.

Jean Grey, Madelyne Pryor, never Phoenix, just dead.

Again. Like you.

What is this?

You promised this pup as my prize, Bastion!

An example must be made.

Cable will stop at nothing to undo the one true future,

for he is as blind as his deadbeat dad and as doomed as...

Maybe you two should've listened

to what time's got to say about my mom.

I am Phoenix!

Hank was right.

The Prime Sentinels were never your family.

They did not choose to become slaves to hate.

Defend your master.

You think peacocking makes you whole again?

Think it rebuilds your past?

If so, truly, you did not think at all.

Sinister, all I do is think.

All this mutant DNA you stole to stay duct-taped together,

young and relevant.

But the Phoenix burns away the obsolete,

the underbrush of our fears and insecurities.

Please! No!

Show me!

Show me my face!

Looks the same to me.

Jean!

Jean, your powers...

The Phoenix Force is gone now,

but I could feel it deep inside, pulling me back,

to protect my son.

What have you done to me?

My Sentinels and I were meant to save the future,

but now, you have sealed humanity's fate.

Think, Nathan.

I could have used slaves, camps, or death marches.

But instead, I killed Genosha in 4,621 seconds.

I will tear that rock from the heavens and hurl it to Earth,

granting humans the same mercy I granted your clone mother.

A quick extinction.

Power goes on and these two go lights out.

Why ain't they wakin' up?

Magnus.

Magnus.

Are you all right?

Who's Magnus?

Who are you?

I'm a teacher.

Here to help guide you from this place

before these elements consume us.

What is this bar?

How did I get here?

I can show you, I promise.

But you must trust me, understand?

Only then can I finally help you escape.

Good news is their pulses are steady.

So is Wolverine. For now.

Don't you dare break her heart.

Be the best at what you do.

Heal.

We get our injured to Muir Island

and then back up Jean and the others in...

Scott!

Jean, you're okay!

Where's Nathan?

Scott, the scrambler worked, but Bastion, he...

He hurt him?

Jean, Scott, come in.

Professor, I can barely sense you.

My psychic attack shattered Magnus' psyche.

I must restore it before the pain consumes his mind.

Sir, if you're still linked with him when that happens...

Both our minds will be lost.

No way. Magneto put us in this mess.

We won't lose you again.

In order to save the world, we must not lose him.

Professor. Professor!

Scott, Bastion's inbound to you.

He intends to bring Asteroid M down on Earth.

Forge and Beast are working on getting us up there, but...

He's more than flesh or metal, more than unstoppable.

Bastion is the future incarnate.

If he's gonna bring this sucker down, he'll blow up the gravity core.

Jean and Storm couldn't stop him.

Keep us safe, my Lord.

For in you we take refuge.

Hey, we both know how this will go for me.

Like, just learned my powers yesterday, so...

Well, you know.

Hey, Romeo.

Odds may be bad,

but the cards are always in the X-Men's favor.

His name was Gambit.

Remember it.

Roberto da Costa, the disowned heir.

The name's Sunspot.

It's definitely got more flair.

The sky is on fire.

Leaders are working fast to avert this mutant doomsday.

That asteroid is a gun pointed right at our head.

This is the only language mutants understand, sir.

Mr. President, the gravity core.

Robert, vote yes, and you best pray our children read their textbooks

more than their Bibles.

For only history could be conned into forgiving us.

Sir, King T'Chaka is right.

We know next to nothing about Asteroid M.

This could do more harm than good.

These waters...

They're so cold.

This is the dark pain you've carried inside all these years.

I have these waters, too.

So many do.

And while the tide of our past can drag us under,

it also carries us to others who are fighting their own current.

- Rogue? - Yes.

People like Rogue, who help us stay afloat

when our limbs tire or the waters rage.

And for whom we do the same.

No, she left me.

So many did.

You did.

I trusted you. You said you understood.

You hurt me.

As you did me.

Countless times.

Both of us.

But we never abandoned each other.

The only ones who can break our heart are those kept in it.

Charlatan! You pretended you knew what it's like.

But none know what this is like.

No, we were...

Are brothers.

Do not presume us family.

Family...

My family, my parents...

I can't see them.

Where are their faces?

Why can't I see their faces?

I know. It's cold.

But be brave. Let the tide pull you back.

It's too cold. I'll drown.

I have you, Magnus.

I'll always have you, even if I'm pulled under, too.

Together, we will resurface.

Those men, the boots.

They took them. Those monsters took...

Ironic. Xavier's students never learn.

You'll never hurt my family again!

What will you do, child?

Slay me with the Fourth of July?

Haven't heard that one before.

Game over, sleazoid!

You call yourselves a team?

A family?

But a family that can't save itself merely works together to die alone.

Behold, my family.

Well, the Greeks did love horses. And irony.

Forge tends to Nathan. He lives.

Truly, he is the future incarnate.

Stand down, team.

We can't give up.

No, Rogue.

We're gonna do what we've been telling humanity to do for years.

Stop fighting the future.

And embrace it.

Your mother lied.

The Professor came to you, Bastion.

If she did, it was to protect me!

Parents are human, too.

They mess up.

I know how it feels to have the things you trusted,

the future you were building, crash down on you,

and refuse to let go even as you're buried by what should've been.

You're not alone.

This is what she was protecting me from?

I massacre you freaks and you're recruiting me?

You're suicidal.

Fella, we could say the same about you

and this dyin' duck fit of yours.

Humanity is going extinct.

No. They're having babies, and more and more of them like us.

Well, there's just one pickle, dear.

Missile alert. Missile alert.

Missile alert.

Humanity would rather die than have kids like us.

No. The Magneto Protocols.

No!

Bastion, grab on!

Jubilee!

Got Jubilee.

But you guys are about to be the biggest hit since the ice age.

Get to Forge on the ground. Now.

Hank, are there other means to restore Asteroid M's orbit?

Theoretically, yes, but perhaps if...

Everyone on the jet.

I'll stay back and try blowing this place up with my blasts.

Scott, you'll die.

It's what you would do.

It's what you've done.

- Gambit, too. - Remy died so we could live. All of us.

Eureka! That's it.

Indeed, the odds remain reckless, but if we all work in perfect unison,

we may just spare our world a dinosaur's fate.

Forge, a plan to move the asteroid,

we're going to tap into the Stratojet's steer...

No, that could fry the jet!

How will you get back?

Storm?

Ororo!

Nathan.

Aren't you sappy lovebirds supposed to be saving the world?

We are. A few, actually.

Nathan, I always swore I'd never repeat my father's mistake,

the mistake I made when Madelyne sent you into the future.

What are you...

What mistake?

Not saying goodbye.

That sorta ending, huh?

Afraid so.

Those rebel leaders I told you about in the future,

rambling about the adventures of the X-Men,

getting folks inspired...

It pissed me the hell off.

I belonged in those stories, too, growing up,

- fighting alongside... - You were.

You always were.

I'll tell ya.

Those legends really didn't do my folks justice.

The day you were born, your mother told me you had my eyes.

They're good eyes.

And now, they're yours.

I love you, son.

Okay, Jean. It's time. Let's go.

World leaders have been hoping for the best,

but we regret to inform you that the missile strike

to intercept the asteroid has failed.

The object is said to be several cubic miles in size,

and scientists believe that when it makes impact,

it will strike the East Coast of North America.

Jean.

She can't say it, but I can.

I love you, Logan. Stay with me.

The asteroid's reaching terminal velocity.

They won't have enough power to escape Earth's gravity.

Life support down, engine integrity down to critical levels.

Rerouting power to auxiliary systems.

"And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us."

Magnus.

Magnus, listen to me.

You were a boy when you lost your family.

That is why you can't see their faces.

I grew up trying to see their eyes or smile.

So many nights scrolling a fantasy of strange faces

for a glimpse of my future,

of who I'd grow to be.

There's a power in seeing yourself in another, in resemblance.

There is no one like me.

Magnus.

The X-Men and I may not resemble each other, but we are still family.

We...

had a dream.

Charles.

Yes. A dream that made us a family.

And like that dream, any family worth having...

Is worth fighting for.

Your name is Professor Charles Xavier.

And you are Erik Magnus Lehnsherr.

But the man you wished to glimpse as a child,

who you were meant to be, who your family needs today,

chose another name.

Do you remember him, Magnus?

Remember what he was meant to do?

Magneto lives!

We did it!

Six months after E-Day

and rumors still swirl about the fate of the X-Men.

In other news, Graydon Creed edged ahead in polls today

as President Kelly takes heat about the situation in Santo Marco,

where extremists are preaching the Second Coming of Magneto and...

Howdy.

Must be a damn fool, walkin' in here like we're friends.

Oh, we're friends, Daniel.

Just not yet.

Name's Lucas Bishop.

Searching for mutants to carry on the torch?

Movin' on mighty fast there.

I looked for months.

I couldn't find a trace of them or the damn asteroid.

She...

The X-Men are dead.

Luckily, this ain't our first time at "the X-Men are dead" rodeo.

But it's less a question about where, and more

when.

What are you talkin' about?

Something, or someone, yanked our friends through time,

- and now, we gotta go rescue the X-Men. - Hmm.

Kurt?

Hank?

Rogue! Where are we?

Damned if I know.

Dang asteroid exploded. Now, we're here.

Indeed. What is the saying?

"We are not in Kansas."

Jean!

Jean!

Where are you?

THE FUTURE - 3960 A.D.

Jean!

Scott, over here.

Are you okay?

We're not alone.

Bright morrow.

Enough!

Perhaps our recently rescued friend holds the answers to our location.

We have no quarrel with you.

You're a long way from Crestcoast, sapien caste.

My name is Jean Grey.

This is my husband, Scott Summers.

You may call me Mother Askani,

leader of Clan Askani.

I sense no need to be afraid.

Nathan.

Come.

Nathan.

Do not fear us.

What is your name?

My name is En Sabah Nur.

Oh, dear.

So much pain, my children.

So much death.

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