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1. Babydoll wasn't her name, but it was an identification as good as any, and the way she controlled her world, layering it with meaning and truth and fantasy, took his breath away. The day she was lobotomized was also the day that Charles revived from his catatonic state, when he started screaming.
2.Tony Stark, or Howard Stark, or any Stark really. Part of Charles was eternally grateful for this, geniuses gave him a headache, and Tony gave him a headache just by existing.
3. His father had died before Charles's powers were fully developed, which both saddened and pleased Charles. He may never truly know his father's mind, but that just meant Charles could make it up.
4. Any of the Norse Gods, because that just sounded like a Bad Idea to Charles. Aliens were bad enough normally, aliens with godlike abilities and weird sibling rivalries were beyond him.
5. Erik after he got his helmet was a blank wall to Charles. A sexy, evil wall that he wanted to hug and kiss and convince to come live with him and raise their mutant children and never leave again, but a wall nonetheless.
