Imagine the Avengers finding out you’re a mutant.
——— Request for anon ———
“You’re a what, now?” Steve asks, confused at the terminology of what you’re ‘kind’ had been coined.
“A mutant,” you all but whisper. Any time anyone had found out about you, you were met with discrimination, at best. At worst, violence.
Bruce sighs, placing an arm around you and giving you a comforting squeeze, “Look, if the Big Guy and I can be safe here, you sure can be.”