"My name is Charles Xavier," The man across from you says gently. A tall wild looking man stands behind him, one hand on the back of his wheelchair, while his eyes glance around the room in apparent distaste.
"And you are?"
"Logan," The man says through a clenched jaw.
"Sorry, Tony didn't give me any details regarding your visit," You frown, "Who are you exactly?"
"I run a school for the gifted, for people like us," He gestures vaguely to the three of you.
"What, for mutants?"
"Exactly. We teach young mutants how to control their powers and protect them from harm. I wanted to speak with you about your announcement to the world-what you did, coming out in the open like that, well let's just say you have some admirers amongst my students." The older man smiles but you don't return it.
"Okay. I guess I'm just a little confused here. I'm a little old to be going to school," You deadpan, earning another amused smile from Xavier and a snort from his companion.
"And I have no doubt that you're fully in control of your powers. What I came to offer was a place within our institution, you could further help our kind by assisting with the education of young mutants from all over the world. I imagine with your public image you would be a great asset in recruiting; you already have the mutants trust."
"Oh uh-" Your eyes widen in surprise. That wasn't what you had been expecting at all.
"Before you say anything, I think it's important to note that what we have at my school is something very different than what I think you would expect. We're a family there, all of us, and we would like you to join that family."
"I...already have a family," You say slowly after a moment, shaking your head, "Thank you for the offer, really, but...I belong here."
Xavier nods, like he had been expecting this, "Thank you for speaking with me, and if you change your mind I've given Mr. Stark our information. Logan, let's not waste any more of our young friend's time."
You watch as they start to leave, and just before you speak the older man stops rolling and turns slightly towards you.
"Maybe I could help out," You say carefully, "Sometimes. Like a part-time gig."
"I think that could be arranged," The man says slowly, a small smile on his face.
"(Y/n), you might want to turn on channel five," Steve's voice calls over the intercom, and you look up from your book to Bucky's confused face. You roll over on the bed, reaching over him to grab the remote.
"You think something happened?" Bucky asks as you press the on button. The president's face fills the screen and your eyes widen as you take in the text at the bottom of the screen: Mutant Registration Act Overturned.
"Bucky," You breath, "Is that-what-how?" He laughs and pulls you to his chest.
"They didn't have a choice, not after what you did," Bucky tells you, "Public opinion radically shifted after your press conference."
"I-I don't know what to say right now," You admit with a soft laugh, "It doesn't seem real." Bucky presses a kiss to your temple and you tilt your head up to catch his lips with yours.