Four days.

Four days later and Lisla was about to decree death for psychological reasons: boredom.

Lisla was born and raised in New York, spent the holiday in Malibu, and has traveled several times with her father, and sometimes with her grandmother, all around the world. The girl could boast of never having a boring life, Lisla enjoyed the bustle and noise of big cities, where there was always something to do. When she was still in school, one of her dreams was to graduate and enjoy all of New York. Sokovia seemed to have come to test her sanity.

Every single day in the city was the complete opposite of everything Lisla knew. She was there for three days, three long days where all she did was remember every moment of New York. She spent the first days locked inside the hotel room, involuntarily, just taking a little peek through the window to feel the atmosphere of the place, but going back right after.

On the first day anxiety filled her with energy and curiosity. On the second day the room began to bore her and she leaves for the reception, maybe to talk to the woman who she met before, but the woman was not there. On the third day her cell phone started to be missed. On the fourth day she decided she could not take it anymore, she was in need for social contact.

On the fourth day she woke up around 10 am, her window faced the west side so the sun was not a problem, decided to wander through the city, she was certain she would go mad if she spent another day staring at the white walls of the hotel room, her clothes were all still in the bag, Lisla didn't trust that much in the hotel and it was easier to escape if needed. She put on comfortable clothes, Lisla always had a fascination for clothes and fashion in general, but it seemed to vanish since she arrived in Sokovia, she no longer felt aversion to wear a simple shirt with no accessory. She dressed quickly with a black shirt and cargo pants, and locked the bag in the wardrobe, and then finally take corage to go.

She didn't bumped into anyone the halls, apparently Sokovia did not receive many visitors this time of year, or any time, the only human figure was the receptionist, who was in the corner in her phone not so discreetly. She hesitated at the reception room, would be worth walk around a town that nothing called her attention, she did not know about any tourist spot, Sokovia was just boring. That little monster of regret began to press her again, urging her to return to the room and crying wanting to go home. Her hands clenched into fists so hard that her fingernails almost tore the skin. A little boy dressed in red ran outside and she came back, forcing her feet to walk again.

The receptionist made a move to go talk to her, but Lisla paid no attention. The light outside didn't even affected her, even the sun here is different. The sun in Malibu was almost excruciating when at its peek, New York's was more lenient, but nothing compared to what happened in Sokovia that day, different until the day she arrived, the sun's rays hardly appeared and the town had a gray tone in its streets.

Don't be dramatic, you put yourself in that position.

Sokovia was as silent as the hotel, the weather seemed to have pushed people away from the streets, or mybe it was the weekend, apparently the residents of Sokovia liked to lock themselves up on breaks, Lisla had few glimpses of people in their homes and children running from one side to the other, they didn't seem to care, two young people sneaking into an alley, Lisla was keen to move away from them. Even with the feeling that she wouldn't find anything a good muscle ache for her lack of proper shoes, she kept walking.

Ten, twenty, thirty minutes later to finally something happens. Lisla walked through the streets around the hotel, the avenues where they landed until she finally find something interesting, and useful. One of Lisla's main problems was money, she couldn't just keep with her Stark credit card, the second they found out she's missing, Pepper would try to track her things, her cell phone was gone, and so should be her credit card. She would have to survive on her own, the problem was: she had no money, Lisla always lived at the expense of the Stark fortune, never had to save a penny, she was dealing with these errors now.

There was a small bakery, in one of the streets, one small and more adorned than the others, with trees on sidewalks. It was cute and tidy, with attractive cakes and sweets, but what caught her attention was the little announcement in the glass, translated into English, to her surprise.

Available Jobs for helpers.

Contact Mrs. Cosset

She could already see her, hours and hours stuck in a kitchen, wrinkled hands by washing dishes or dirty hands by messing with cakes, the desire to ignore the announcement was huge, she sure could get something better. Be strong, Lisla, your nails do not matter anymore. It was hard to abandon her flaws, but it was what had to happen now. For the sake of her journey. She decided to take a chance.

The bakery inside had more pink tones than needed and even had a woman at one of the counters, receiving a package from an older woman. Lisla walked hesitantly towards them, with her head down, almost like an instinct not to be recognized, giving a smile for the customer that was leaving. The owner of the store now turned her attention to the brunette

"What can I do, honey?" She greeted, friendly and in English, like she could tell that Lisla was not from there. The lady had white hair about shoulder length, in an elegant chanel cut and a badge that said Mrs. Cosset. She had gentle brown eyes and a tenderness that seemed eternal. Lisla was always good at reading people, a very useful skill in the nest of snakes she called the school. This ability maybe save her life one day.

"I came for the available jobs" She pointed to the announcement on the outside, the woman then seemed interested, she came out from behind the counter and started toward her, a white cloth cleaning her dusting hands.

"Oh, finally, I can't handle all this work alone, my back isn't the same as twenty years ago" She let a giggle, a typical nice woman, as if she wanted to make Lisla less nervous "What's your name, dear?"

"Lisla Price" The maiden name of her mother went out more naturally after four days of use. Mrs. Cosset was hers now.

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" You said you were from where?" Margot asked causally while adorning one cake with blue icing, and Lisla sighed.

Despite the delicate appearance, Ms. Cosset was talkative, a lot, she did a quick interview with Lisla, basic questions like age, education, Lisla answered the questions with the same sincerity she answered all the others since she arrived, fifty percent true, fifty percent lies with well-placed words to appear as truth. Mrs. Cosset - or Margot, as she insisted on being called - seemed pleased with Lisla's responses and offered the job, nothing much, she said, but what Lisla needed was a distraction.

And work at the bakery was not very difficult, very convenient for the 18 year old girl whose only job in life was PE classes in high school, Margot asked that Lisla stay at the front desk while she took care of the kitchen. And that was how she spent the rest of the day, smiling at customers who occasionally came and talking to Margot, who with an almost annoying manner, wanted to know everything about the life of Lisla.

"Uh ... the United States but precisely New York" She said, a pen between her lips as she counted the money in cash, by the end of the day, Margot trusted her enough to allow it.

"It must be such a beautiful place, I never leave Sokovia, not even when I was younger" Lisla sighed again, she was doing everything possible to avoid the conversation without being rude to the woman, but she just couldn't stop talking. She looked to the clock hanging on the wall, 14:00 pm, her shift didn't end until last 17:00 and she couldn't avoid Margot. The older woman was going to make one more question when it was interrupted by the door opening, two people coming in.

Lisla quickly recognized the shorter person, she was wearing similar clothes to the last time they met, it was the airport bathroom girl. Lisla would recognize that clothing style everywhere, and she was wearing the same jacket. But she was not alone, beside her was a boy, who shared some features of her, almost as if they were from the same family, siblings or cousins, most likely. He had few centimeters more than a girl, but the same dark hair and big eyes.

Lisla was conscious of the fact that she was staring at them, but although the boy was very beautiful, and her type if she was being honest with herself, but that was not why she was staring them, not all of it. Something more than the similarity gave away the fact that they are relatives, the two moved almost in orbit, it was intriguing to watch them, and they had an aura of mystery, as if they were up to something, mainly because they do not show any intention to make a request. Lisla put away the money and focused on watching the pair. The girl led the way, whispering something to him, Lisla but was too far to make a lip reading. She pursed her lips in frustration, her curiosity would end up killing her someday.

She crossed the counter, pulling a cloth to pretend cleaning the nearest table, quietly leaning toward the two to listen, without success, they still spoke too low. Lisla could feel the stares on her back, maybe they noticed she was intruding, perhaps only wanted away. However, she remained in place, ears alert. But in that position, she could not see what the two were doing.

A mirror and would have come in handy.

She turned her neck to not lose sight of them. The first to make eye contact with her was the boy, he turned himself, agitated, passing energy eyes around the room, to finally focus on the only human being in sight: Lisla. He stared sharply, his light eyes, by that distance she could not tell what color they were, sparkled with a contained fury, as if she was messing up their plans, like a pawn who was in the wrong place on the chessboard. It can not be, she never even had seen him. I did nothing to him, that was certain. There was something in his face that did not indicate recognition, the boy did not recognize her, his bitterness was not personal, directly connected to her.

He did not look away and throughout the Lisla time felt a shiver down the spine until the girl whisper something to him and they leave the place without looking back. This only poked the Lisla's curiosity the two did not act naturally, they were definitely planning something, and she wanted to find out what it was. Margot was still in the kitchen, humming a song in Russian, distracted. Overcome with curiosity and sudden courage she dropped the cloth and, with care to not drawn Margot's attention, she followed them.

On the outside, for a few seconds she thought she'd lost them, but she could see the red jacket girl crossing one corner, disappearing into another street. Lisla quickly followed down the sidewalk, her heart beating hard with the possibility of Margot noticing her little escapade and fire her. The two returned to whisper, what they were always speeking was what Lisla wanted to know. They kept walking for a few minutes, moving away more and more of bakery and entering a more deserted part of the commercial area of Sokovia. Lisla thought about giving up, it seemed that the two were returning home or something similar, the courage had passed and she stayed with the feeling she was acting as a perfect and creepy stalker, who were going to lose her job and be deported back to USA.

But what happened next made her change her mind completely. They were discreet, Lisla had to admit. They stopped in front of a store, the last of the street, whose output was a huge wall, the boy reached down and fast as an arrow, he took what looked like a stone from the ground and threw in a window, breaking the glass, the sound echoed through the street, but didn't draw attention from anyone, not that far from the movement of people. Without giving Lisla opportunity to absorb what she had gotten herself into, he went through the window with the girl on his heels.

Seconds later, there was only the glass on the sidewalk as witness to what was Lisla went after.