X-men- - First Class

Erik wanted to sink it. Charles wanted to stop Shaw.

In that silence, the war began.

They trained on a secluded beach. In the mornings, Charles taught them philosophy and control. "Anger is a jet of steam," he'd say. "You can let it blow the lid off, or you can use it to power a locomotive." In the afternoons, Erik taught them the hard edge. "Survival," he'd say, as he made a satellite dish buckle with a flick of his wrist, "is not a philosophy. It is a reflex." X-men- First Class

The CIA learned of a secret fleet: Soviet and American ships facing off in the Caribbean, but beneath them, a Russian submarine retrofitted with Shaw's mutant-powered technology. Erik wanted to sink it

"Erik, don't!" Charles screamed, reading the intent like a black sun rising in his friend's soul. They trained on a secluded beach

"No! There is always another way!"