Lilliana: The Oldest Maximoff [Discontinued]

Busted Pt. 1

"Are you absolutely positive that there's no way to contact anyone?"

"Yes, I'm positive... We can go into town tomorrow. I need to go to the market anyway. We'll find something for you there." He replies smoothly.

A little too smoothly if you ask me. It seemed too rehearsed.

"Ok," I say.

"It's getting to dinner time, would you like something to eat?" Will asks.

"Uh, sure"

"Ok, then. Follow me." He waves.

We make our way through the halls until we reach a kitchen.

"There's food in the pantry," he points to the side, "I'm sure that you can help yourself."

"Yes, I can"

He clasps his hands together, and walks back down the hallway.

Once he's far enough away, I open the pantry.

It's quite full to be needing to go to market.

There's plenty of things to make, but I think I'll stick with a pb&j.

It is a delicious first dinner back with the living.

Once I'm finished, I head back to the room I'm staying in.

I'm unusually tired considering that I've been asleep for 3 months.

I'm out minutes after my head hits the pillow.

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I've woken up at around 7:30 the next morning.

I kept having memories replayed whilst I was sleeping. Weirdly enough they were all about Tony Stark, but I can't figure out why.

"I'm getting ready to make breakfast if you would like to come downstairs." Smith states.

"Ok," I follow.

"I've made waffles with peanut butter." He announces.

That's my favorite- but wait how would he know that?

"Uh thanks," I give a fake smile.

Once I'm about halfway finished, I figured why not get to know the guy?

"So, have any family around here? It's just that you seem pretty alone."

"Yes, I do. I have a few sibling, nieces, nephews." He lists.

"Hmm, how long have you been in the Netherlands?" I question baiting him.

"I've lived here my whole life, but my recent stay has been about 5 months."

I knew he was lying.

"But you said that you left for the states 3 months ago...Who are you really?" I question stepping closer.

"What do y-you mean? I-" he stammers.

"Who are you?!" I repeat.

He remains silent.

I quickly take him off his feet, and remove a leftover knife from the countertop. It's mere seconds that I'm standing over him with a knife placed at his neck.

He raises his hands up in defense.

"I won't ask again." I grumble.

"Fine, my name is Dr. Walter Simmons." He rambles off quickly.

At least he's really a doctor and I wasn't just left with some random person.

"Alright, Walter. Was that so hard?" I fake a sympathetic expression.