The White Queen

Emma is ten thousand percent the type of mother who truly believes no one will ever be good enough for her children. Which kind of pre-disposes her to hate anyone they date/bring home.

It would have been a lot easier if James wasn’t such a nice guy. And maybe that’s what rankled Callum the most. That James Rogers was so…perfect.

Emma had learned long ago that there were two types of good. One was simply that. Good. The other was extremely annoying and cloying. It seemed James Rogers was the second type. As was the Captain himself. Steve Rogers was the type of man that had wholesomeness oozing from his pores. Horrid really.

“He doesn’t like that Mira is friends with me and Lina.” They were bad influences and all that.

He didn’t have to admit it; his mother knew. Not because of her mutant abilities, but because she was a mother. And he was a twenty-something boy with more money than he knew what to do with and too much time on his hands. He reminded her of herself in that way. Her, Adrienne, Christian...none of them had been model citizens in their younger years. She still wasn’t. Though she was trying.

She had come a long way since her days in the Hellfire Club.

So while she had no doubt her son was just as to blame as James, she was going to do what all mothers did and pretend he was blameless. “Well that’s just ridiculous. You and Lina were part of Mira’s circle long before he came along.” Or rather before they began dating. James had been in Mira’s life practically since the beginning. The two just hadn’t gotten on all that well until lately.

That wasn’t the point. It didn’t matter that ‘the Junior Boy Scout’ as her son called him hadn’t actually hurt Callum; what mattered was that he intended to. And would have, had their...spat...not been broken up. Of course, if James Rogers thought he stood even half a chance against her eldest than he was sorely mistaken.