Because Morin had directly erased Shaw's memories, the overall course of events didn't deviate much from the original timeline.
This mainly referred to the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Not the part where the mutant students were "tortured" to near death under Morin's teaching.
Morin expressed strong condemnation of that claim.
They were clearly exaggerating.
How could they not handle this level of studying?
In China, even elementary school students could handle this pressure.
The Soviet general proposed building a missile base in Cuba to counter the American missile base in Turkey.
But building a missile base in Cuba was essentially a declaration of war against the United States.
At the time, nuclear weapons were primarily delivered by bombers.
A Cuban missile base would give the Soviet Union a decisive first-strike advantage against the U.S., completely overturning the balance of power.
The United States would never allow that.
In fact, no country would.
If an enemy built a base next door that could threaten your life-
Would you allow it?
Of course not.
This was also why the five permanent members of the UN Security Council often opposed other nations developing nuclear weapons.
Nuclear arms meant power.
And no one was willing to give power away.
That was simply reality.
So the situation was clear.
The Soviet Union wanted to build a missile base in Cuba.
The United States would not allow it.
If Soviet missile transports crossed the designated line, the U.S. would treat it as an act of war.
And if war broke out between the two superpowers-
That would mean the end of the world.
If things truly spiraled out of control, it wouldn't stop at mutual nuclear strikes.
Other countries would be dragged in as well.
It would become a situation of "If I'm doomed, you won't stand aside either."
For this reason, countries around the world urged both sides to negotiate instead of fighting.
They were terrified.
The destruction of both superpowers might sound good on paper-
But anyone with a functioning brain knew the rest of the world would be caught in the fallout.
At this time, only four countries possessed nuclear weapons.
The United States.
The United Kingdom.
The Soviet Union.
France.
China was still working on its own and needed two more years before producing its mushroom cloud.
As for the U.K. and France, even with nuclear weapons, they were still far weaker than the U.S. and the Soviet Union.
They had no leverage to force negotiations.
Soon, Soviet and American fleets gathered on opposite sides of the embargo line near Cuba.
A Soviet cargo ship, carrying nothing, began moving steadily toward the line.
It was a test.
And a fuse.
The world held its breath.
All attention was fixed on that single ship-
And the invisible line across the sea.
...
"It's time for you to go," Morin said, looking up from a spellbook.
"I've taught you everything I can."
"I can only teach theory. Practice requires experience. You have to go out there and master it yourselves."
During this time, Morin and Charles's group hadn't stayed at the CIA facility.
They had moved to Charles's family estate.
The place that would one day become the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.
But for now, Charles had no interest in running a school.
His focus was entirely on the Cuban Missile Crisis.
And the future of mutants.
How to establish a recognized nation.
How to avoid unnecessary war and sacrifice.
Morin used this time to teach Charles and Erik everything he could.
This naturally included some ideological influence.
But the most important part was their understanding and application of their abilities.
Under Morin's guidance, Erik finally understood how terrifyingly powerful his abilities were.
And what they were truly capable of.
As long as he didn't revert to that crude, brute-force style from the original timeline-
Morin would be satisfied.
That was electromagnetism.
And that uneducated Magneto had treated it like a stage trick.
Just thinking about it made Morin angry.
Morin looked at Erik.
Disappointment was written clearly in his eyes.
Erik's heart sank.
Whenever Morin looked at him like that, his homework doubled.
And Morin never explained why.
Erik felt wronged.
At least tell him what he'd done wrong.
Erik cried internally.
But this time, Morin didn't double his homework.
Although Erik had been uneducated before, he wasn't a bad student like Raven.
He learned quickly and had already completed all the required material.
Morin didn't intend to turn him into a physicist.
He only needed Erik to understand what his power could do and why.
So there was no written homework left.
And ten times zero was still zero.
As for "living homework" like Shaw-
There was no need to double it.
"If I ever catch you using your abilities as crudely as before," Morin said with a smile that carried clear menace.
"You can imagine the consequences yourself."
"I won't," Erik replied immediately. "Absolutely not!"
With abilities like this, only an idiot would use them that way.
"Teacher, are you coming with us?" Charles asked.
"I am," Morin nodded slightly.
Then his eye twitched.
"But don't expect me to wear your uniforms."
The others had already changed into the yellow suits Hank designed.
"They can withstand supersonic flight," Hank said quickly.
The supersonic jet was Hank's invention.
As the name suggested, it could fly faster than sound.
It could even hover like a helicopter.
A groundbreaking design.
But Morin felt it still couldn't compare to the helicopters in Pacific Rim.
Six of those could lift a ten-thousand-ton mech.
That level of lift was terrifying.
"Supersonic speed isn't a problem for my body," Morin said.
Then he punched forward.
A visible shockwave exploded through the air.
A loud boom echoed, leaving a ring of vapor.
Everyone stared.
"Teacher," Charles asked curiously, "how many abilities do you have?"
"I lost count," Morin said, pointing at the TV.
Kennedy was speaking, demanding that the Soviet ship not cross the line.
"Alright. Let's go."
"If we're late, World War III starts."
They headed out to the lawn, where the supersonic jet waited.
Hank, incidentally, hadn't become the blue-furred Beast.
Aside from knowledge, Morin had also given ideological lessons and psychological guidance.
His methods still involved copying and memorization.
But they worked.
The group boarded the jet.
It lifted vertically.
Then accelerated toward Cuba.
...
Cuba.
A cargo ship moved steadily toward the island.
On either side, Soviet and American warships faced each other.
"Report," the American carrier's commanding general said.
"The cargo ship is twelve nautical miles from the line. Three minutes to arrival," the adjutant replied.
"If they cross it, they're on their own," the general said, lowering his binoculars.
"Sound the combat alarm. All personnel to battle readiness!"
Sirens wailed across the sea.
On the Soviet side, the captain lowered his binoculars and walked to the radio operator.
"...No new orders," the operator said, shaking his head.
"We already have orders," the adjutant said. "Why wait?"
"I've fought one war," the captain said calmly.
"I don't want another. Not with nuclear weapons involved."
He paused.
"Battle stations. Full readiness."
Alarms sounded again.
"Gunners, prepare to fire. Target the cargo ship," the American general ordered.
"All weapons ready, sir," a Soviet officer reported.
War was seconds away.
"Captain! New order from the Kremlin!" the radio operator suddenly shouted, excited.
"Before 10:25, order the Sal'skaya to stop, turn around, and return to Odessa!"
"Relay it immediately!" the captain said.
"Sal'skaya, stop and return to Odessa. Please respond!"
"Sal'skaya responding... returning now-wait, who are you?! Ah-!"
The transmission cut off.
"What's happening? Sal'skaya, respond!" the operator shouted.
"They haven't changed course!" the operator reported urgently.
"Target locked," the American adjutant said.
"Prepare to fire," the general ordered.
Then-
A sound louder than the alarms approached rapidly.
Everyone looked up.
A fighter jet.
The heroes had arrived.
"Whose plane is that?" the American captain demanded.
"...It's ours," the adjutant said, recognizing it instantly.
"But modified."
It was Hank's redesigned SR-71 Blackbird.
"Contact them," the captain ordered. "And prepare to fire."
"American fleet," the Soviet captain transmitted, taking the mic himself.
"We've lost control of our cargo ship. We ordered it to return. Do not fire."
"They claim they've lost control," the American radio operator reported.
"...Ignore it," the captain said after a moment. "It's a trick."
"Prepare to fire."
Orders were orders.
And no navy lost control of its own ship.
"That's impossible," he thought.
"It's a mess down there," Hank muttered.
"The ship's about to cross."
"If it does, war starts," Moira said anxiously.
She was the only non-mutant official aboard.
Without her, they'd have stolen the plane.
"You or me?" Erik asked.
"I'll check the Sal'skaya first," Charles said.
"I've set the field," Erik replied.
Charles expanded his telepathic field, amplified by Erik's magnetic support.
Dozens of kilometers.
Condensed for power.
"They're dead," Charles said grimly.
"The Red Devil did it. He escaped before I could stop him."
"So what now?" Erik asked. "Stop both sides?"
"No," Charles shook his head. "You handle this."
"I can't control both governments."
"They need to know we have limits."
"...Alright," Erik said.
He extended his hand toward the ship.
"Then I'll do it."
"Five... four... three..." the American captain counted down.
Then-
His eyes widened.
The final command died in his throat.
"What...?"
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