A/n: I almost forgot, sh to EmiRomaximoff. Her guess was the closest. It wasn't specific, but it went into the right direction.
This chapter does have something to do with someone from Y/n's biological family :)
"Y/n oh mein Gott, was machst du auf einmal hier? Ist eigentlich auch egal, du kommst genau richtig. Ich muss dir was zeigen!"(Y/n oh my god, what are you doing here so suddenly? Actually, it doesn't matter, you're just in time. I need to show you something), he said and led me through the house before I could respond.
"Was ist passiert?"(What happened?) , I asked him while we were still walking.
"Nichts schlimmes. Ich war nur geschockt dich zu sehen. Jemand hatte nach dir gefragt und ist immer noch hier", (Nothing bad. I was just shocked to see you. Somebody had asked for you and is still here).
"Wer?"(Who?)
"Eine junge Frau, aber sie kann kein Deutsch, nur Englisch und ich glaube Russisch. Sie heißt Yelena" (A young woman, but she can't speak German, just English and Russian, I think. Her name is Yelena).
"Ich kenne sie nicht, warum ist sie denn hier?" (I don't know her, why is she even here?)
"Sie weiß deinen letzten Namen und sie sieht dir etwas ähnlich. Sie kam übrigens erst vor ein paar Stunden an, also purer Zufall, dass du auch heute ankamst" (She knows your last name and she looks similar to you. By the way, she just arrived a few hours ago, so it's pure coincidence that you also arrived today).
He opened the door to the huge living room and let me in. On the couches I saw my «guest parents» talking to a blonde woman. They hadn't noticed us until the boy who had opened the door, his name is Lukas btw, spoke up. This time in English for the blonde woman.
"Guys, look who just coincidentally appeared at the front door"
They snapped their heads towards me and my guest parents were genuinely surprised, but the blonde woman just looked at me in awe, seemingly having expected me to come.
My guest mother motioned for Lukas to leave the room and close the door. That blonde woman seemed super familiar, I just didn't know from where. She introduced herself to me, breaking me out of my frozen state.
"My name is Yelena Belova and I'm here because I need to tell you something, Y/n. You can come closer, I don't bite"
She had a thick Russian accent.
I hesitantly stepped towards them and sat down on a couch across from Yelena.
"Lukas said you know my last name and that you look a bit similar to me. What exactly does that mean?" I asked her.
"I am your sister, Y/n. Your last name is Belova, just like mine"
Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I held them back and asked:
"How can you be so sure?"
"We can do a DNA test if you want to"
There was something else she wanted to say, but not in front of my guest parents.
She continued: "Can I talk to you alone?"
"Sure?" I slightly questioned.
My guest parents left the room and Yelena began talking again.
"I was raised in a facility that is called the Red Room, you probably haven't heard from it before-"
I interrupted her: "Actually, I have. Black Widow released encrypted S.H.I.E.L.D. data a few years back and I read it all. She was also from there and had a horrible past, but now she's trying to make up for it. Could you please just tell me how you know that I am your sister?"
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Just a wrong number story(,right?)
FanfictionY/n is a young teenager who just recently moved to New York from Europe where she lived with friends. She's presumably an orphan, though she never knew for sure as she knows nothing about her family. Due to her intelligence many schools like Midtown...
