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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 Gene will lead Gold Team to shut down Bastion at his headquarters in

the Galapagos Islands.

How many more of your bone will pave the way to Xavier's future?

Your professor's dream is dead.

So I offer a new one.

Oh, no.

Roberto?

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 will 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.

How shockingly far you've fallen, yet also so predictably.

Welcome to your minds, Agnes.

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

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.

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

more easily drown you.

Be me.

The future tide.

Despite this little poise, men would use to abort the bond to my creation.

Your creations are prisoners, held hostage by ignorance and coercion.

Think, had the good professor taken me in when mother begged him, I'd be

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, me urges.

None choose to be born, Bastion. That's 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

Halloween 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

The clone was psychic.

How many times did you fail to stop me?

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, Sebastian?

Time always tells.

You know this better than most.

Except what it's been saying.

Jean Grey, Madeline Pryor, never Phoenix. Just dead.

Again. Like you.

What is this?

You promised this pup is my prize, Bastion. An example must be made.

Cable will stop nothing to undo the one true future. But he is as blind as his

deadbeat dad and as doomed as...

Maybe you two

should have listened to what Time's got to say about my mom.

The concept mills were never your family. They did not choose to become

to hate.

Because it makes you old again? Think it rebuilds your past?

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

Sinister, all I do is think.

All this new DNA you stole to stay stuck together, young and relevant.

If 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.

Gene.

Gene, 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 friends, Milt and I, were meant to save the future. But now...

You're a seal, humanity. Think, Nathan.

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

But instead, I killed to no gain 4 ,621 Deccan.

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 waking 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.

Scott! Jean, you're okay.

Where's Nathan?

Scott, the Scrambler were. But Bastion, he...

He hurt him.

Gene! Scott!

Come in!

Professor, I can barely sense you.

My psychic attack shattered Magnus' psyche. I must restore it before the

consumes his mind.

Sir, if you're still linked with him when that happens... Both our minds will

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!

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 when you, we take refuge.

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

The name Sunspot 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.

Robots. Vote yes and you best pray our children read their textbooks more than

their Bibles. For only history could be coned into forgiving us.

Sir, King T 'Chaka is right. We know next to nothing about Asteroid M.

This could do more harm than good.

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

I have these letters 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 currents.

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... 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 our 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, men.

I'll always have you.

Even if I'm pulled under two.

Together, we will resurface.

Those men.

They took them.

Those monsters.

Ironic. Xavier, you never learn.

No!

What will you do, child?

Slay me with a fourth of your life?

Haven't heard that one before.

Come over, spoon -doid.

all yourselves a team.

A family.

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

The whole mind.

Ah,

the Greeks did love horses.

And irony.

Forge tends to Nathan.

He lived.

Surely, he is the future incarnate.

Stand

down, team.

We can't give up.

We're going to 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 have been.

She's not alone.

Is it what you were protecting me from?

I massacre you freaks and you're recruiting me?

You're suicidal.

Fellow, we could say the same about you and this dying duck that are yours.

Humanity is going extinct.

No, they're having babies.

And more and more of them like us.

They're just one pickle, dear.

Miss Lillard. Miss Lillard.

Miss Lillard.

Humanity would rather die than have kids to wake up.

No. The Magneto Protocol.

Got you, Blue.

You guys are about to be the biggest hits of the ice age.

Get her forward on the ground, now.

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

Theoretically, yes.

Perhaps if... Everyone on the jet.

Stay back and try blowing this place up with my blasts.

Gus, you'll die.

That's what you would do.

It's what you've done.

Gambit, too. Let me die so we can live.

All of us.

Eureka! That's it.

Indeed, the odds remain record. But if we all work in perfect unison, we may

just spare our world a dinosaur's fate.

No.

That could fry the jet.

How will you get back?

Storm!

Aurora!

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 Madeline sent you into the future.

What are you?

What mistake?

Not saying goodbye.

That sort of ending, huh?

I'm 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 you, those legends really didn't do my folks justice.

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

And now they're yours.

I love you, son.

Okay, Gene.

It's time.

Let's go.

Our leaders have been hoping for the best, but we regret to inform you that

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.

He can't say it, but I can.

I love you, Logan.

Stay with me.

The asteroids reach in terminal velocity.

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

I support down. Engine integrity down to critical level.

Routing 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

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

Of who I 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 Eric Magnus Lencher.

But the man you wished to glimpse as a child, who you were meant to be, who

family leaves today, chose another name.

Do you remember him, Magnus?

Remember what he was meant to do?

in Santo Marco, where extremists are preaching the second coming of Magneto.

Howdy.

Must be a damn fool walking 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.

Moving 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 talking about?

Something or someone yanked our friends through time. And now we gotta go rescue

the X -Men.

Are we?

Damned if I know.

Dang asteroid exploded.

Now we're here.

Indeed. What is the saying?

We are not in Kansas.

Gene!

Gene!

Where are you?

Gene!

Scott! Over here!

Are you okay? We're not alone.

Right now.

Enough.

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

We have no quarrel with you.

You're a long way from Crest Coast, Sapien cast.

My name is Jean Grey.

This is my husband, Scott Summers.

You may call me Mother Ascani.

Leader of Clan Ascani.

I sense no need to be afraid.

Nathan.

Come.

Do not fear us.

What is your name?

My name is N. Sabanur.

Oh dear.

So much pain, my dear.