Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own X Men, the Avengers, Black Panther, or any characters you may recognize from Marvel and any mistakes found in any of the chapters are my own.

I'm picturing Emilie as Amandla Stenberg.

L'amour Vrai is French for true love.

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*Emilie's Pov*

I raised my fist to knock on the door, but was halted by the professor's voice before I could.

"You can come in girls."

"I hate it when he does that." I muttered rolling my eyes fondly as Rogue grinned.

We walked in and saw my dad sitting back idly on the couch, with my mom situated on his lap, while Uncle Scott and Aunt Jean were in the same seated position next to them. Logan was leaning against the book shelf while Bobby, Kitty, Warren, Piotr, and Kurt were seated in the various chairs scattered around the office. I looked over toward the professor and smiled once I saw my who was sitting next to him.

"Uncle Hank!" I beamed launching myself into his big blue arms. He chuckled as he caught me and lifted me up off the ground like he's done since I was a little girl.

"My dear Emilie, it is wonderful to see you." He said smiling down at me as we pulled out of the hug. He gave me a kiss on the forehead before the same to Rogue as she made her way to sit in Bobby's lap. I walked over to the couch and sat on the arm next to my parents.

"Now that we're all here, I have something very important to discuss with all of you." The professor said with a contemplative tone making us all feel very wary. Rogue, Bobby, Kitty, Piotr, Warren, Kurt, and I have all become full fledged X-Men after the Battle of Alcatraz, much to the dismay of my parents so whenever the professor asked to speak to us in private we knew it could either be very good or be very bad, and with the way he's acting I can tell none of us will be to happy with this information. And considering that he brought Uncle Hank in who just so happens to be the US Ambassador to the United Nations and the Secretary to Mutant Affairs we know this must be something very serious.

"Hank if you would..." He motioned to Uncle Hank to begin.

Uncle Hank had a very pensive look on his face before he finally spoke in a solemn voice, "Well as you are all aware the United Nations passed the Sokovia Accords a few weeks ago, and you also know about the bombing that took place. Since that incident has accured along with the reckless display of power done by the Avengers, the UN has decided on dismissing the Mutant Registration act, but have replaced it with the Superhuman Registration Act which will be added to the Sokovia Accords."

As soon as the words left his mouth there was an uproar in the room.

"You cannot be serious! First the cure and now this! How is forcing mutants to reveal themselves going to do the world any good! That's just going to make it easier for them to pick us off one by one!" My mother yelled jumping up from my father's lap, with rage clearly displayed on her face.

"This is exactly how it starts Charles! They find out who we are and think they can do whatver they want to us!" Logan bellowed pushing off of the bookcase fuming while his jaw locked.

"Hank you can't be serious about this?! That is a basic violation of our human rights! They can't just force people to reveal themselves, how is this any different from the Mutant Registration Act?! We fought so hard to keep it from getting passed and for what! Just so they could throw a new name on it!" Aunt Jean exclaimed.

"Please understand I have tried everything in my power to annul this, but it is out of my hands. The world governments are afraid after the recent occurances that have happened over the years. First the alien army that attacked New york, then the tragic happenings of Sokovia, and then the bombing in Vienna. They think identifying those with superhuman abilities will help bring peace of mind." His frustration with the entire situation showed in his tone.

"Well they're wrong. If anything it will just cause more unrest. None of us asked to be like this. None of us asked to be born with power and yet we are constantly ostracized and condemned for it. They saw how people reacted to the cure, do they honestly think this won't get the same result?" I agitatedly uttered making everyone look at me. I can tell that they were all thinking about the amount of mutants that rallied behind Magneto and the Brotherhood once the cure came out.

"Typical just like the government to repeat the same mistakes..." I thought irritated.

"I know that you are all worried, but as leaders in the mutant community we have to get ahead of this, which is the main reason I called this meeting," the professor paused taking a deep breath, "You will all be in attendance at the signing the the revision of the Accords in Manhattan next week."

He couldn't even finish his complete sentence before the objections were hurled around the room.

"Silence!" The professor bellowed surprising everyone and his age clearly showed on his tired face as he sighed.

"I know that none of you are happy about this, and I can assure you neither am I. But, we cannot afford to let the Brotherhood get the upperhand, because once this comes out they will do everything in their power to create chaos. It is time that we looked toward the future, toward a new age. It is time to stop hiding and to start welcoming the outside world into ours. The better they understand us, who we are, and what we can do, the easier it will be to improve human-mutant relations. The first step to accpetance on both sides will be to find common ground." And with that we knew his word was final. We could tell he gave a lot of thought to this and a part of me knew he was right, but the the other half was still afraid. People fear what they can't control, and no matter how hard they tried they would never be able to control us.

I thought back to something my dad has always said, "They could either respect existence or expect resistence."

"Fine, we'll go. But, that don't mean we're lettin' our guard down. No matter what they want us to think there's always gon' be those who fear us and want to control us." My dad spoke up for the first time since we started. His strong Cajun accent flowed through the room as his black and red eyes seemed a little darker than normal conveying his agitation.

"That is all I ask Remy." The professor spoke with a greatful look on his face.