a/n: time skip because i need these two to be married already so i can bring on the chaos
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~Five months later~
"Thank you for finally meeting us. I believe we should properly introduce ourselves... I'm Steve Rogers, and that's Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Prince T'Challa, Bruce Banner and Clint Barton."
"Scott... These are my X-Men Lyla, Ororo, Jean, Logan, Rogue, and Remy. Night crawler and Quicksilver weren't able to make it, but send their regards." Scott introduced us and shook Steve's hand while the rest of us sat down.
"I guess that we should start with your mutations. What are they?" Tony asked and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
"Say a name and we'll tell you, as well as our alias." Jean shrugged. "We are all born with different abilities."
"Scott."
"Cyclops and I shoot optic beams from my eyes."
"Ororo."
"Storm and I can control and manipulate weather patterns. They call me Mistress of the Elements."
"Remy."
"Name's Gambit, mon ami. I can charge anything with pure kinetic energy."
"Rogue."
"Just Rogue, sugar. I can absorb anyone's life essence or powers with a single touch."
"Jean."
"Phoenix. I have the power of telepathy and telekinesis... As well as the host of a cosmic entity."
"Uhh... Lyla."
"Ravager. I have claws made from adamantium, severely enhanced senses and a regenerative factor as well as atavism... And I also carry an essence from the same cosmic entity Jean has."
"Logan."
"Wolverine. Adamantium claws, enhanced senses, atavism and regenerative factor."
"So, two of you are walking weapons, two of you carry a cosmic entity and one of you can drain someone with a single touch?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "And yet you wonder why some people find you... unsettling."
"We're not weapons." Dad and I snarled.
"Could've fooled me. You two carry enough metal in your bodies to start an arms race."
"Not by choice, Stark." I spat and Scott held gently squeezed my thigh in warning. "You're telling me that none of you raise any alarms?"
"We don't-"
"Enhanced war vet, assassin, man in a flying tin can, norse god, vibranium suit, the Hulk and a guy who never misses." Rogue listed and crossed her arms. "You telling me that don't raise any alarms?"
