"White Queen, darling," Emma said, amused, turning to face her undersized verbal sparring partner. She was indulgent with children, even the horrid ones. Especially the horrid ones. Even if the face and nom de spandex weren't familiar, the X logo nested questionably between Emma's breasts should have been. "It's a chess reference."

Not that she'd used the name in years--it was too tainted by the Hellfire Club. (That "Black Queen" affair with Norman Osborn's little side project could hardly be counted, though irritating that cow Selene had been a nice side benefit, even if she'd overreacted shamefully to such a minor provocation.) Still, Emma was only human and had a hard time resisting an opening like that.