The Evil Queen

Indie RP blog for Regina/The Evil Queen {Semi-active, mutuals only}

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       When Raveena saw Regina emerge with Henry, she could only frown at her wife. She had offered them a way out of all this mess and yet Regina chose to put herself in danger like this? How stupid was she? 

     Getting up from her place, Raveena paid the bill and gripped the toy for Henry painfully tight. She had expected them gone, she could easily have said they were dead, her father wouldn’t mind anyways, he simply wanted an heir and she could give him another with someone she didn’t love, someone she wouldn’t be privy to weakness for.  ❝Regina❞ She greeted softly, turning to take the diaper bag from her wife’s arm. Pissed was an understatement, but what could she do in a situation with three bodyguards tailing them?

      The trip back to the jet was short, security was pretty lenient, but her father had deals in place for his safe travel, perhaps it extended to her as well.

     A few minutes later and they were buckling up for take off. She only had a few hours to get Regina pregnant and even then, what if it wouldn’t work…what if they weren’t even ready for another child as yet? what if Henry suffered because she was paying more attention to her new job rather than the babies and her wife? Sighing, Raveena buckled herself into the seat once the light came on signalling their departure.

      ❝You’re foolish to come back❞ She whispered once the jet began to move down the runway  ❝You had a clear opportunity to leave and you blew it. I offered you multiple ways out of this mess, with Henry might I add, yet you continue to come back to me despite making it perfectly clear you hate me for doing this to us. I don’t understand you anymore❞

Regina knew that her wife was angry with her. How could she miss the signs? They had been married for so long and she knew the signs almost as well as she knew herself. But there was no time to talk or to explain why she had chosen to stay instead of taking her chances alone. Besides, how far would she have gotten with a one year old in tow? They would be slow and hiding a child so young would be difficult; they would have been dragged back within hours and Regina would have been killed. 

“Our best chance is with you,” she explained quietly, her voice barely louder than the plane. “I know nothing about this place, this world. And... I still love you. Despite all the lies, this... this other life you hid from me...” She gently took Raveena’s hand, squeezing it firmly. “I’m not letting them hurt Henry. And the best way to make sure that he lives is if I go with you. Despite everything, you’d never let him get hurt.” 

She could feel the plane gaining altitude and she looked forward, determined to not regret her decision to stay. She loved her wife. She loved her son. She would do whatever it took to make sure that things were okay. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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chernaya:

Natasha felt an unpleasant mix of embarrassment and dislike when she heard Regina’s voice on the phone. She hadn’t wanted their last encounter to end the way it had, but Regina had snapped at her, so she obviously wasn’t interested. 

“I’ll come out there and help you. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.” Natasha hung up before Regina could reply, hating herself a little for how easily she had said yes. She told herself that there was a child involved, and she didn’t want them to be stranded.

“Thank you,” Regina said despite the fact that Natasha had already hung up. She sighed again and Henry asked her what was wrong and she spent the next ten minutes trying to distract him to the best of her abilities. It was hard to keep him from worrying since he was too smart for his own good but, soon enough, Regina saw a car approaching. 

She got out of the car with Henry and he held her hand quietly as he stared quietly at Natasha. “Thank you for coming,” she said. “I... didn’t really know who else to call.” 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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chernaya:

Natasha heard the phone ringing from the upfront office, and since no one was picking it up, she left her work to take the call. She imagined it was just someone wanting to make an appointment.

“Hello, you’ve reached Central Motors. What can I do for you?”

It was Natasha on the other line. She was certain of it. Regina dropped her head onto the steering wheel and sighed. “My car won’t start. I’m at the Mayor’s office and I turn the key and just... nothing. Is there any way someone can come out here and help me? If not, can you give me a number to call? My son is in the car and I can’t really wait here forever.” 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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Natasha nodded at Regina’s thanks, but otherwise didn’t say anything. She watched her go, feeling a twist of regret and embarrassment. She should have known not to get too friendly with a customer, and she had almost crossed a line that would have gotten her fired. If Regina came back, she wouldn’t be doing it again.

A week passed, and Natasha fell back into her normal routine, albeit a bit more down in the dumps. She doubted Regina would come back after all of that, and this was probably some sort of punishment for considering the idea of dating again. Natasha didn’t get along well romantically with others, and that was just how it went. She lost herself in her work instead, this time working hard on detailing a customer’s car. 

Despite Regina’s truly impressive fail at making friends, life went on. Henry was hers this weekend and they had fun grocery shopping and playing together. He still didn’t quite understand what was happening between his parents but he knew it was serious. He seemed happy with her, at the very least, and, for that, she was grateful. He always made her smile. 

But she was driving Henry to Leopold’s one evening and she had stopped by work to drop off a few papers on the way. The building was closed but she had a key and it took no time at all to put the papers on her boss’s desk even with Henry in tow. It wasn’t until they were both buckled in and she was ready to return Henry to Leopold that her car decided not to start. 

Panic was her immediate reaction and she tried several times to start the engine to no avail. Had she somehow broken the car? She tried until Henry asked her what she was doing and she took the key from the ignition with a heavy sigh. She had to calm down and think about this logically. Leopold could deal with Henry being a little late while she figured out what the problem was. 

She pulled out her phone and dialed the mechanic she had visited, hoping that someone who wasn’t Natasha would pick up. She still wanted to somehow repair the bridges she had burned with her but begging for help over the phone was not going to help her case. She waited impatiently for the phone to ring, praying that someone could come to her and look at her car. If not... well, at least they’d be able to point her in the right direction. 

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sweetassswan:

❀ @droptheevil

“Well, your lost.” He shrugged and walked into the water. The coldness of it made his wince a little but he dived in quickly and soon the temperature difference was gone. He swam for few moments, feeling the pleasant burn on his back muscles, before coming out of the water. 

Regina watched as he moved, enjoying the way his muscles rippled beneath the water. Now this was what she wanted when she came to sunbathe: attractive men showing off for her. She let her gaze rake across his body as he rose, admiring the play of light on his chest. He may be the child of idiots but he was certainly attractive. 

“Have you been working out, Sheriff?” she asked casually. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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chernaya:

Natasha flinched slightly when Regina snapped at her, and she hoped Regina didn’t notice. Message received. She nodded, putting on her normal customer service demeanor again.

“All right, no worries. We’ll get you out of here as soon as you can.” She gestured for Regina to follow her, and once she was finished paying the bill, she gave Regina a bland, but friendly smile.

“Have a good day!”

So much for making friends. She mentally kicked herself, hating that she wasn’t better at interacting with other people. She didn’t want to be one of those bitter, divorced women who ended up alone and unhappy. At least there was Henry; Henry was the only good thing she had left, really. 

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. Should she apologize again? Or should she just... leave and never come back? 

She was an idiot for messing this up. Natasha had been nothing but nice and then Regina had to open her mouth and insult her. Hadn’t her mother taught her better than this? She stood there for a moment longer than she should have, struggling to find something to say to her. What could she say? 

She retreated in defeat, determined to try harder next time. She had to find some sort of support system, right? Doing all this on her own... it was daunting. She needed friends, damnit. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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chernaya:

Natasha was just finishing up when she heard another car’s engine start up, and then a THUNK behind her. She twisted the oil cap shut, looking up at Regina once she was done. 

“You all right? That sounded painful.” Natasha had been trying not to stare at Regina, but she had felt her close up behind her, and she had kept her cool only through an infinite amount of self control. “We’ll take care of the money up front. But I don’t want you wandering out of here if you just got a concussion.”

“I’m quite alright,” Regina snapped before smiling apologetically. “Sorry,” she said. “It sounded a lot worse than it was.” She was still smarting from it but she was far from a concussion. 

“Besides, I have to get going--I’m on my lunch break and I have to be back at work soon.” She turned towards the office and tried to act as nonchalant as possible. The idea of having anyone think her somehow weak was mortifying but for someone like Natasha to think that? Regina wasn’t willing to risk that. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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“It’s never too late to learn.” Natasha was pleased to have an opportunity to spend some time with Regina, and she noted that Regina was cute when she blushed. At least she knew how to open the hood.

“Yes, it usually says on the cap. Basically, buy some of that kind of oil, get a funnel, and pour about a quart in if you want to add some more.” Natasha went on to show Regina how to check the oil to see if it was low, secretly glad she was wearing the tank top that showed off her biceps today. “Your car does look like it needs some oil, so I’ll add some for you this time.” She briefly left Regina to pick out the correct type, and then she showed Regina the bottle so she’d know what it looked like. Then she filled the car’s oil, bending at an angle that would show off her muscles a bit. It wasn’t flirting if it was part of her work, was it?

Regina watched Natasha work, riveted by both the woman and the explanation. How had Natasha become quite so capable? She seemed to do this so effortlessly that Regina couldn’t help but feel a twinge of... jealousy. 

And then Natasha poured the oil and Regina’s gaze was drawn to the oil streaked wrist, along her forearm to an impressive bicep. Somehow, Natasha appeared both feminine and powerful and Regina’s mouth went dry for a moment at the sight, her heart racing uncomfortably in her chest. 

The spell was broken when an engine roared to life nearby and Regina jumped a little, embarrassed that she was staring. She stepped backwards and winced as she caught the back of her head on the edge of the car’s hood, sending a sharp pain through her. She carefully lowered her head and stepped back, trying to look composed after her clumsiness. 

“How much do I owe you for the oil?” she asked, trying to distract from the fact that she had just made a fool of herself. 

[sweetassswan]

❀ taken for life ❀

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sweetassswan:

ℬ @droptheevil 

Emma allowed her eyes to drift down the body of the human, until they landed on the breasts she could see due to the wet dress. They were small, judging by the little curve they were making. She could see the out line of the flesh and wished she could just rip of the cloth and take what she wanted. 

But there was time for that. 

Emma cleared her throat and looked at the lights for a brief moment, before facing the young maiden. “You are going to keep me company, cook, make sure my room is tidy and stuff like that.” She wasn’t set on telling her the whole truth.

“You want a maid?” Regina asked, frowning. Was that true? Or was the beast simply trying to make her stop trying to run? 

“And what if I don’t know how to cook?” she asked. She had to know what was going to be expected before she got there. The not knowing... it would make her lose her mind. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself against the cold, trying valiantly to act as though it didn’t bother her in the slightest. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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“I don’t mind at all. It’s nice to see you again.” Regina’s hair was long and shiny, and Natasha found herself distracted for a moment. This was just going to get worse the more Regina showed up to the car shop, but Natasha didn’t want it to stop.

“…yes, you check the oil. About monthly.” Natasha had to stop her eyes from bugging out at Regina’s lack of car knowledge. She knew that not everyone was as well versed as she was, but she wondered how this car survived when no one checked its oil. “Do you want me to show you how?” Regina was blushing, so she was obviously embarrassed. Natasha kept her reaction to herself, giving Regina a friendly smile instead. 

Regina could hear the judgement in Natasha’s tone and she tried not to look too embarrassed. “I would appreciate that,” she said. “I was never in charge of the car before so I never really had the opportunity to learn.” 

She popped the hood just to prove that she knew how and peered into the engine curiously. “Is there a certain type I’ll need to use if I need to... replenish it?” 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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chernaya:

Returning home to an empty apartment seemed more depressing than usual after meeting Regina. Natasha had purposely made herself alone for a few years now, not wanting to dive back into the dumpster fire that was lesbian dating, but now, the apartment seemed lonely, and not a sanctuary anymore. She told herself it was just a minor crush, and she’d be over it in a few days. Regina probably wouldn’t be back for a while, if ever. So she settled in with her cat, letting old television reruns distract her from her thoughts.

It was a few days before she saw Regina again, and when she did, it was a pleasant surprise. She hoped nothing was wrong with Regina’s car, but she had to admit, it was nice to see her again so soon. She tried not to let any flickers of hope manifest themselves. When Regina waved, she smiled and waved back, approaching Regina’s car.

“Hello again. What can I do you for - …do for you?” Natasha said, trying to brush over her syntactical mistake. Hopefully Regina hadn’t caught her phrasing. “It’s nice to see you again.” 

Regina smiled sheepishly, not sure how to explain just how utterly useless she was when it came to cars. “I hope you don’t mind that I stopped by,” she said politely as she moved her hair over her shoulder to simply give her hands something to do. Something about Natasha made her fidget and she didn’t really know what to do with herself. 

“It’s about oil. Motor oil,” she corrected, not sure if there was an important difference between the two. Sure, one you put on your food and the other your car but... maybe motor oil wasn’t simply referred to as oil. Would Natasha think she was putting olive oil in her car? As if Regina even knew where the oil went in the first place. For all she knew, one simply poured it over the engine. 

“You’re supposed to... check it, right?” she asked, trying to study Natasha’s face closely for any sign that her question was wrong in some way or another. “How often am I supposed to check it?” 

She could feel the flush on her cheeks and she kept her chin lifted in falsified confidence, trying to act as if this was inconsequential. 

[sweetassswan]

❀ figure eight ❀

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sweetassswan:

❀ @droptheevil

Emma shook her head and rolled the window down. Of course Snow would call Regina. She was probably too scared to talk to her own child who is having magical troubles. Because one thing Snow was not expert was magic. And Regina was. 

Fuck. 

Even worst for Emma. She didn’t need Regina so close to her. Her hand started to shake and she gripped the steering wheel harder. 

“I wanna be alone.” She stated a matter of factly. “I-I… I need time to think and… um, to get my magic under control.”

“Right,” Regina said, studying Emma’s face. “I thought we dealt with the magic issue. With Elsa. When you learned to accept that it was part of you.” 

Was Emma lying to her? Or was she really struggling with this? “I’m here to help, Miss Swan, regardless of the fact that your mother was the one who called me.” She wanted to insist but, if Emma’s magic really was acting up, she couldn’t risk making the situation worse. “How about a walk?” she suggested, hoping to reach Emma that way. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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“That’s what people like me are here for. Not everyone likes to be covered in motor grease every day, and I totally get that.” Regina’s smile was a bit mesmerizing, and it was hard to focus on everything else. Today had been the best day she had had at work in a long time, and she hoped this wouldn’t be the last she’d see of Regina. 

“And thank you so much, we - I - appreciate that.” Natasha blinked in pleased surprise when Regina offered her hand to shake, and her heart skipped a beat when she took hold of the other woman’s hand. Regina’s hand was warm in hers, and it was only through extreme self control that she managed to let it go before it got awkward. She’s probably straight, Romanova. Give it a rest. 

“I’ll see you soon, then?” Natasha realized how that sounded, and she floundered a little. “I mean, not wishing harm on your car or anything. Just whenever you need to come around.”

Natasha’s hand was firm in her own and Regina knew she must be touch starved. It was pathetic how much she wanted to cling to this tiny human contact and she shook it off firmly, determined not to be absolutely pathetic. She waved as she got in her car and drove away, relieved that the check engine light truly was off. She drove home with the radio off and tried not to think too hard about how lonely it was to go home to an empty house. 

She had never lived alone before all of this. She had always been with her parents as a child and, before she had even the chance to move out and strike out on her own, she was marrying Leopold and moving in with him and his daughter. Even when they were on business trips or vacation without her, Leopold had maids and a private chef who were around. He liked the absurd luxury of doing essentially nothing for himself and it meant that Regina’s responsibilities were pretty much nonexistent. She cooked occasionally and she would tidy up the house but, beyond that, her job was simply to sit there and look nice. Like some well groomed purebred dog he had purchased on a whim. 

She walked into her dark, empty house thinking of the mechanic and wondered if she could ever be like that. Happy, confident, independent. Everything she had always wanted to be. She might be relatively independent now but... her confidence was just a show and how could she be happy when she was fighting tooth and nail for every moment she spent with her son? And there was the part of her that knew that Leopold would get custody because his lawyers were better than hers and that he had evidence that she was a bad mother. And what did she have? A tiny house and a car that was technically not even hers? 

She went through the routine of making dinner, steaming some broccoli and baking chicken. She missed Henry more than anything and, the worst part was that she knew that Leopold didn’t use this as a chance to spend time with him. He just had Henry over so that Regina’s defenses would crumble and she’d be crawling back to him in a month’s time. It wasn’t fair. 

It was two days before she went back to the mechanics, something one of her coworkers had said sticking in the back of her mind. He had mentioned that he had checked his oil and found that he needed more. Did Regina need to do that? Or was it just because his car was older than hers? Or did his car have a problem that hers didn’t have? Was this something that she was supposed to do daily? Weekly? How did one even check the oil? 

She felt a little embarrassed pulling back into the mechanic’s shop on her lunchbreak but she had Henry tonight and she couldn’t stop by later to get this checked out. She looked for Natasha immediately, smiling when she spotted her. She waved and waited by her car, not really sure how to proceed. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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“Of course.” Natasha smiled, and then her smile faded a little when she noticed Regina jolt. She didn’t comment on it, not wanting to embarrass the other woman, but it seemed like Regina did have something to be afraid of. She hoped Regina would come back, and she wished she could do something about it. 

“I would love if you did. I’m here any time.”

She took the credit card, feeling a little jolt herself when their hands brushed together. Get it together, Romanova. She forced herself to finish fixing up Regina’s bill, and once it was paid, she handed the credit card back to her. 

“All set. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Regina signed for the bill, sighing a little at the fact that she hadn’t planned on spending that money. Still, it was a necessity and she had been saving almost obsessively for several years waiting for moments like these. Maybe it was unethical for her to have hoarded cash here and there when her husband wasn’t paying attention but she was doing this for Henry, too, not just herself. 

“I think that’s all I need for today. And, thank you. I’m useless when it comes to these things.” She couldn’t help the smile that was on her face. Something about Natasha put her at ease and... maybe it was simply the loneliness of her new life and the fact that she never saw anyone socially anymore but... 

Natasha seemed to radiate warmth and comfort. Which was odd seeing as this shop smelled of gasoline and cars. But Natasha... she was like a bright point of light in this dark little place and Regina wished that she had something else to say to her. Talking to her made Regina’s heart beat quickly and it was... nice. She hadn’t felt this happy speaking to someone since she was in high school and her biggest worry was getting an A on her math test. 

“I’ll remember you the next time I need my car serviced,” she said, trying to appear confident. “Thank you.” She offered her hand to shake, wanting just one more excuse to linger. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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“If you’re sure.” Usually Natasha wasn’t this talkative, but it had been a long time since she had had the opportunity to run at the mouth around a cute girl. Ever since things had ended so badly with Yelena, she had sworn off relationships, so she hadn’t been actively searching for dateable women. But here Regina was, dazzling her.

When Natasha saw Regina watching, she started to tell Regina what she was doing, in hopes that Regina might find it interesting and learn a little. Regina seemed fixated on her hands, but Natasha was sure it was because she was interested in the mechanics of the car. 

“All right, it’s done now.” It seemed like the time had passed entirely too quickly, and Natasha didn’t want Regina to leave the shop. “You should be fine, and the engine light should be off after this. But if you ever have car problems again, or even have a question, feel free to come here and ask for me.” That definitely wasn’t protocol with customers, but it slipped out of her mouth anyway. At least she was the boss, and only the owner could tell her what to do. It didn’t harm the business any to ensure Regina was a repeat customer, anyway.

Regina didn’t protest despite the fact that she didn’t really follow what Natasha was saying. Somehow, this miserable trip to the mechanic was turning out to be... enjoyable. Natasha was explaining everything thoroughly and she answered Regina’s tentative questions without hesitation. It was nice to be treated like a real person. 

“Thank you,” Regina said as she watched Natasha shut the hood. She couldn’t help but jolt at the sound, reaching for her wallet a moment later, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that she was startled so easily. “I might take you up on that,” she said with a small smile. “I’m not exactly an expert when it comes to cars.” She pulled out her credit card and offered it to Natasha, more than happy to pay whatever it took to know that her car was going to be safe to drive. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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“Well, technically the owner’s in charge, but I’m just under him. I’m the boss of all these guys.” Natasha gestured at the other mechanics. She bent down again to continue working on Regina’s car, although she snuck another glance at her. God, she was pretty.

“Apparently shouting things in Russian makes you intimidating, so now they do what I say. Someone messed up a job majorly, because of negligence, so I kind of chewed them out. They didn’t understand what I was saying but they thought it was pretty scary, so the boss promoted me.” Natasha shrugged a little. “Sorry, I don’t mean to babble. I’ll get your car fixed soon, I promise.”

It was amazing to think that Natasha could do that. And clearly she was a skilled mechanic, not simply just a good leader. Regina wished she could be strong like that. She felt a lot stronger recently after telling Leopold that it was over between them but... She had lived so much of her life in fear and compliance, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to be strong. Even her son, who meant the world to her, was born out of an attempt to placate her husband. 

“It’s alright,” Regina said, “I like listening.” She didn’t speak to many people lately. All her friends were determined to not be involved with the divorce. Which meant every single one of them had cut her off because she wasn’t the one with the business experience or the money. Even some of Henry’s friends had pulled away, trying to remain “neutral” in the “disagreement.” 

Part of Regina wished that they would listen to her if only she could tell them what he had done to her. She wanted to tell them about the way he used to lock her in their bedroom when he thought she had misbehaved. He had left her on the third floor of their house, trapped in their room for days at a time while he investigated her behavior. The other part of her knew better than to want that; they would probably be on his side and tell her she had deserved it or that he was just trying to protect his family. 

Regina took a cautious step forward to watch Natasha work, marveling at the ease with which she seemed to work. It was amazing; even with her fingers darkened by oil and grease, Natasha’s long, slender fingers kept catching Regina’s eye. 

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The Mechanic - Natasha and Regina

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“Yes, that’s all that’s wrong. It’s an easy fix, and now that they’re going to be brand new, they’ll last for a while. So you don’t need to worry.” Natasha glanced at Regina for a moment, and Regina looked like she was afraid she was being followed. Then it clicked - she was nervous about Natasha’s coworkers.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to worry about the shop guys, either. They’ll leave you alone, and if they try anything funny I’ll put them in line. But they’re not the types, so it’s unlikely.” Natasha viewed her coworkers like little brothers, now that she was the boss of them all. The owner of the shop was her boss, but as far as the shop was concerned, Natasha was the supervisor. That didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy getting her hands dirty like the rest of them, though. 

“And I promise your car will be as safe as a car can be, when I’m done with it. Your son’s in good hands - well, good seatbelts. Or…you know what I mean.” The attempt at a metaphor fell flat and Natasha looked back inside the car and continued to work, embarrassed.

Regina watched Natasha work, fascinated. She wished she could be that capable. Her skills were limited to cooking and scheduling appointments. She was trying to expand her horizons but... she didn’t really know where to start. 

“You’re in charge?” Regina asked, surprised. She hadn’t thought that someone like Natasha, who was both young and beautiful, would be allowed to be in charge. In Regina’s experience, women like her were always pushed down and scolded for any sort of ambition. Maybe Natasha was just stronger than that, though. Maybe she was capable enough to make people do what she wanted.