Apparently someone just ordered the rest of the shrimp at Kamekona's, so along with having my newly-straightened hair dunked in the ocean, being transported to 2015 and needing to join the "my parents don't know I exist" club, I also don't get any shrimp. I hope you're proud of yourself.
Oh, right. Hipsters are in. Let me find some sunglasses while I introduce myself: Irina Barnes. You probably haven't heard of me.
They told me my son was here. Or at least a 'version' of him.
[ooc; Natalia Romanova Rogers, wife of Steve Rogers, mother of James Rtepanovich Romanova Rogers, who is the biological son of James Buchanan Barnes. It's a whole thing.]