My own take on what might have taken place
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the X-Men franchise, and will not profit from these words
X-Men 3: Ending scene
The former Magneto was playing chess in the park. Dressed from head to toe in
tweeds, Erik Lehnsherr looked around as casually as he could. They were watching.
Always there. He was never free. Not when he had been a child of the concentration
camps. Not when he had been a slave to the scientific process, and certainly not now.
Making sure the coast was clear, he concentrated on the chess piece before him.
He used to so easily bend the magnetic fields of the Earth to his will. He had been the
most powerful mutant on Earth, Homo Superior. However, that was before his most
recent encounter with the X-Men. Rendered seemingly powerless, he was left to live
out his days as a Homo Sapien. Only human. Entirely too mortal for his tastes.
Charles would be amused on some level by his musings. Charles Xavier, colleague,
friend and foe. Dead. He missed him. No one knew him better, and there was no one he
respected more. It was an odd thing granted, but had been so important. He shook off
such ghosts of the past for recently he had been experiencing a feeling he thought lost
forever. As a result, he had slowly, very slowly, worked to regain some semblance of
what had been his formidable powers. Today, he continued his quest, exercising his will
to that end. He put supreme concentration into his task, and was rewarded when the
piece wobbled. It fell over and slid a few inches from where it had been. A weary, yet
satisfied expression flashed upon his features. A look which disappeared when the chess
piece suddenly righted itself and moved back to where it had been on the board.
Magneto knew he hadn't made it do so. He looked up, and then around. Could it be?
With a voice that was in turns both hopeful and fearful, he called out…
"Charles…?"
~fin ?