AN:So, for all of those people who don't watch Scandal, the easy explanation is that Olivia Pope (Queen of us all) is a Washington fixer who had an affair with the president. This story will loosely be based on the show.
So in this AU the Characters break down as follows.
Ororo Munroe-Olivia Pope
Steve Rogers- President Fitzgerald Grant
Tony Stark -Chief of Staff Cyrus Beane
James Rhodes- James Novak, reporter and husband of the cheif of Staff
Sharon Carter - First Lady Mellie Grant
Jean Grey - Abby Whelan
Kitty Pryde- Quinn Perkins
Bruce Banner - Huck
Scott Summers - Attorney General David Rosen
Bucky Barnes-Jake Ballard
Ororo Munroe was tapping her heels a coffee shop. She usually wouldn't bother fetching the coffee herself, but today was an exception. Finally arriving at the counter she ordered two black coffees and waited.
"Order for Ororla?"
Ororo resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her name was so simple and yet somehow they always managed to find new and creative ways to butcher it. Smiling, she took the coffee and made her way to the Washington Mall. Sitting on a bench next to a man reading a newspaper she shook her head in exasperation.
"You're not fooling anyone." She said. The man next to her lowered his paper.
"I beg to differ." Tony Stark huffed. Ororo smirked at her friend's complete lack of self awareness.
"What do you want, Tony?" she said, handing him his coffee.
"Can't I call in, check how you're doing?"
Ororo's expression remained blank. Tony's innocent look slid off his face.
"Fine." He sighed. "The senate's kicking our ass on our Supreme Court nomination."
"You haven't nominated anyone yet." Ororo said, taking a sip of her coffee. Tony snorted.
"Come on, Ro. We all know the list was leaked last week…well list is pretty generous considering there's only one name on it."
Ororo closed her eyes, so it was true. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"Weeeell," Tony put his arm on the back rest of the bench and leaned towards Ororo. "considering that he's your father-"
"Adoptive father." Ororo corrected. "And my connection to Charles makes it inadvisable for me to get involved." She sighed. "I'm out, Tony."
Tony snorted. "Then why are you still in Washington?" He asked.
"Because there's no better place to do what I do."
"Which is why we need your help, Ro." Tony prompted. "The Republicans are threatening to filibuster if we nominate Charles Xavier."
Ororo sighed. "And what exactly do you think I can do?"
"Senator Trask is leading the charge." Tony said. "Dig up some dirt on him and leak it to the press. Decimate his career and we can all ride off into the sunset."
Ororo closed her eyes. "That's not what I do, Tony and you know it."
"Whatever your fee is I'll pay." Tony said.
"It's not about the money, it's about the principle." Ororo replied. "We've already sold too much of our souls, Tony." She stood. "I'm trying to save what's left of mine." She was about to walk away when he called out:
"He misses you."
She froze. Tony continued.
"Sharon's been especially irritated lately because he's been even more distant and no one wants to say it, but we all know why. He wants you there, Ro."
She closed her eyes. "Your paper was upside down." She murmured before walking away. She should have been prepared for this eventuality, but as always, even without meaning to, Steven Grant Rogers managed to demolish all her carefully constructed barriers. Walking away from Tony, her head in turmoil, she almost ran into another man carrying coffee, spilling both their cups. The liquid flew everywhere drenching them both.
"I'm sorry, are you alright, miss?" The man was looking at her with concern. Ororo glanced down at her now ruined white dress and grimaced.
"I'll survive." She looked up at him. "I wasn't watching where I was going. If you want I'll pay for a replacement." He smiled down at her. He was tall with longish dark hair and blue eyes. "Ororo." She said, holding out her hand.
"James." He said, shaking her hand. "I'd take you up on that offer, but I have to go to work soon." He smiled. "Hope I didn't ruin your day too much. Do you want me to pay for the dry cleaning?" He pointed at her dress.
"No," she said. "Thank you." She gave him one more smile before walking away.
"Do we have any clients?" Ororo said, coming into the main conference room of the offices of Ororo Munroe and Associates.
"No we…." Bruce looked up and took in her disheveled appearance. "…Don't. What happened?"
"I met up with Tony Stark." Ororo said, hanging up her jacket and going into her office. She opened her closet and began pulling out dresses to choose one to change into. Bruce followed her, his posture stiff and worried. Ororo looked up and gave him an affectionate smile. "I'm fine, Bruce. It was just coffee." She put her hand on her coworker's shoulder. "And Tony didn't do this."
"What did he want?" Bruce asked.
"Apparently Charles is on the short list for the Supreme Court nomination."
"What?" Jean Grey poked her head into the main office. "Stark confirmed it?" Ororo smiled and nodded. Jean grinned and raised an eyebrow at Ororo's dress. "So what's the problem?"
"Apparently Trask is threatening a filibuster." Ororo said. "Tony wanted me to dig up dirt on him to undercut his position."
"I'll begin a file and-" Bruce was about to walk into his computer hub when Ororo called him back.
"We're not taking the case."
"What?" Jean frowned at her.
"We…" Ororo said. "Are not taking the case."
"Why not?" Jean crossed her arms. Ororo knew her old friend well enough to know she wouldn't back down until she'd gotten a satisfactory answer; and that the answer she'd given Tony wouldn't be enough.
"Bruce, give us the room." Ororo said. Bruce nodded and walked out. Jean waited until the door closed before speaking.
"This is Charles, we're talking about."
"I can't get involved, Jean."
"This isn't about ethics, this is about him." Jean said. Ororo hated how well she could read her; honestly it was almost as if she could read minds. Which worked well for their jobs, but not when she was dealing with personal drama.
"Tony's trying to topple Sharon's authority at the White House." Ororo said. "He knows that me being there will throw her off her game. I'm not playing into whatever scheme he's creating." She looked away from Jean.
"I say what I'm about to say with all the love in my heart, Ororo." Jean straightened her back and looked her directly in the eyes. "Get over yourself. Maybe Tony's plotting something. Well who cares; he's always plotting something. That's his nature. What matters is that Charles Xavier, our father, is up for the Supreme Court. Do you think he'd be a good justice?"
Ororo nodded.
"Then don't let Steve Rogers stop you from doing what's right." Jean said.
Ororo snorted and sat behind her desk. "How is it you're always right?"
"Because I'm older." Jean said, sitting across from him. Ororo glanced around the office.
"Where are Kitty and Sam?"
"Finishing up some billing for our last case." Jean said. Ororo raised an eyebrow and put her elbows on her desk, leaning on them and putting her face on her hands.
"So they're at the Attorney General's office?" She asked, nonchalantly. Jean frowned, but gave her a curt nod. "And how is Scott?"
"I don't know." Jean said. Ororo grinned.
"Now who needs to get over themselves?" She commented. "I need to change."
"She's out." Tony said, walking into the Oval Office. President Steve Rogers looked up from his desk and frowned.
"What?"
"Ororo, she won't take the case." Tony said, sitting on the couch. Steve put down the military brief he was holding and let out a long suffering sigh.
"Bizarre that she would have any opinion on it, seeing as I specifically told you not to involve her." He frowned.
"You did, I ignored you." Tony said, pulling out his phone.
"Tony." Steve growled. His chief of staff, paused, his fingers over the phone. Then put it down and stood, moving closer to the desk.
"Ororo Munroe is not only one of the most respected and feared people in Washington, she's also Charles Xavier's adopted daughter. It's the perfect American story. The kindly professor, adopting orphans, regardless of gender, race, or background and giving them a hope all the while managing a bench on one of the most dangerous criminal courts in the land and teaching law school classes in an intercity New York college, all from a wheel chair." Tony blinked. "It's a fucking fairy tale, and we need to be a part of it. You need to be the man who stands in the rose garden in front of the international press announcing to the world that you are enabling the next chapter of this saga by nominating him to the Supreme Court. We can't do that with Trask being…Trask." Tony broke off, breathing heavily. "So we need her. She needs to stand next to the wheelchair with the rest of her ethnically diverse and gender equal family and shed a few tears." He closed his eyes. "And having her in our corner would mean that she could fix this Trask mess, no problem."
The door slammed opened and first lady Sharon Rogers walked in. She scanned the room, fake smile in place and when she saw it was only Steve and Tony it slid off her face. "Absolutely not."
"What?" Steve asked.
"You think I don't know what you're trying to do with your nomination?" she hissed. "Pick someone else. Someone whose daughter you didn't screw."
Steve leaned back in his chair and frowned at her. "He's the best qualified for the job, Sharon. He's respected, he's –"
"You just want her here."
"I want what's best for this country." Steve said, standing, his approachable demeanor gone and replaced with the cold expression of a Captain giving orders. "And Charles Xavier on the Supreme Court is what's best for this country. The fact that he's Ororo's father is irrelevant."
Sharon tightened her lips and spun on her heel, and walked out. Tony walked with half concealed glee. Steve glared at him.
"You're awfully quiet."
"Just enjoying democracy in action." Tony said. Steve snorted and sat down.
"How's Rhodey?" He asked. Tony stiffened.
"Still sneaking out of the press room to try to convince me to give him exclusive access." Tony sighed. "I think the secret service takes personal joy in watching us bicker." Steve chuckled.
"Take the night off, Tony." Steve sighed. "I'll see what I can do about our Trask problem."
