A/N: Though the film credits says that Raven is 22 and Charles is 24, this is wrong, 1944 + 12 ≠ 1962. The film was originally going to be set in the 1950's but they moved it to be set around the Cuba Missile Crisis and the rushed production went to print with the old timeline still listed in the credits. This means in First Class that Charles and Erik (who are likely the same age given their parallel themes in the film) are 30 and Raven is 28.
It was eight in the evening and the sky was starting to darken as Charles, Raven, Hank and Logan came with Erik to the tree line of the woods that backed the mansion. The spot was quiet, and beautiful, with flowering bushes and big shady trees. It was nothing like Poland, or Germany, but Erik felt a certain peacefulness in that place on the grounds.
Erik had wrapped the bar of gold respectfully in a fine linen cloth and had written a small note accounting the gold's origins and placed both in a small wooden box. Digging a small hole the box was placed inside and Erik spoke prayers for the dead. From the last of the Adamantium metal he had made a grave marker which read 'Unknown victims of the Shoah' in Yiddish. It would never rust away, and no one could break it, this marker would forever speak of the past and what had happened, never letting it be forgotten.
The evening sky was growing dark and the gloom was gathering around them. Erik stood looking at the small grave and the weight of it all was on him, the absent weight of his mother, his father, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, neighbors, his community. All of a sudden it pressed in on him and finally broke free in a release of tears Erik did not even know he had the ability to shed anymore. Charles's hand reached out and took Erik's, that was all, but it was enough. Suddenly the isolation seemed to be pushed back, dispelled by the heavy swallowing from Logan as the other man choked on unsaid emotions. As Raven reached out and placed a soft touch on his shoulder and Hank moved to stand within the personal space he could sense around himself. He was not alone.
They all stood there for how long Erik did not really know, but when they did leave he felt the heaviness he had carried with him for what felt like his entire thirty-one years of life release, as if putting the dead properly to rest had released from him a small part of pain.
Surrounded by a new community, new family, they returned to the house.
THE END