(Y/N) POV
We finally arrived in (Y/C). We went to pick up our suitcases. However when we got out of the airport, I noticed that I had taken a suitcase similar to mine, that was not mine.
"Shit..." I said.
"What happened?" Natasha asked.
"Wrong suitcase." I said and rushed back inside.
"THERE IT IS. THE GUY WITH GREEN JACKET ON YOUR LEFT."
"Now you are being useful." I said and headed towards him.
"A THANK YOU NEVER KILLED ANYONE."
"Whatever" I answered. Then I reached him. He was tall with raven hair and brown eyes around my age. "Excuse me sir. I think I took your suitcase by accident. You see I am in quite a hurry." I said.
"Oh yeah I noticed my suitcase must had been take by accident."
"Sorry about that." I said as we exchanged our suitcases.
"Have a good day sir." I said as I left.
"Excuse me. Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked me.
"I turned around and looked at the tag in his suitcase with the name 'Adam Collins'
No. Freaking. Way.
It was Adam my childhood friend.
"WELL THAT'S INTERESTING. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW?"
"I don't know." I whispered.
"(Y/N) SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH HIM. I SENSE SOMETHING. GET OUT OF HERE."
"Then help me find an excuse!" I whispered again as Adam kept talking.
"JUST SAY NO AND GET OUT OF HERE! WHATEVER YOU DO TRY NOT TO REVEAL YOURSELF."
"I mean I read the tag on the suitcase and was William Gilson but you seem familiar." He added. "Sorry if I offended you, I had no intention of being rude."
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Dust (Black Widow X Reader)
Fanfiction"One of the few things I learned in my life was that death always comes. Senescence, illness or... murder, death is always the end every single one of us will face. I was told that mankind was born to die. That's what kept me sane in this job. Death...
