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[ooc: forward dated to morning of Mother's Day instead of now at midnight hahah]

( Filtered to Rhodeys, Peppers, Starks, Jarvis, and his Peggy Carter, cut for potential Civil War spoiler references in comments, not in post itself )

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Leap Day sales, I thank you.

Tony, we need more closet space.

[ NATALIA ROGERS ]
Hi. I still don't really know how similar or different your history is with your Pepper Potts, but if you're interested, I'd like to take you to dinner sometime. Or lunch or brunch, your choice.

Bleeding edge armor, here I come. Hey, Barnes, gonna need you to test it when I'm done.

There's a new man in my life and I think it's love.

[ TEXT MESSAGES TO (HER) PEPPER POTTS ]
» Dinner soon?

They'll close the portal, they said. Wouldn't have to worry about its tricks.



I'm too hungover to deal with this swim again.

Wow! Okay. I was going to teach first graders how to draw snowmen today, but time travel is fun too.

There's some good things about starting over, I guess. Right? I mean, most of you haven't suffered through the Year(s...) of Accidentally Breaking Everything I Touched, so that's awesome. And I'm debt-free! Who doesn't love that? Oh I should--I'm Vik. Viktoriya. Looks like my sister Irina beat me here. Hopefully she hasn't growled at too many of you. Her bark is worse than her bite, promise. Unless you're an asshole! Then I can't help you, sorry.

[OOC: future daughter #2 of thewidower & thesoviet. Pretty much a hippie in the body of a supersoldier. From 2053~ ish?? IDK thereabouts.]

[Texts to Na!Pepper]

» I remember everything.
» How are you holding up?

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.

I might have gone a little overboard on the grocery shopping. But I'll be damned if anything is going to waste. Our doors'll be open if you're lookin for somewhere to eat tomorrow.

And in case you're worried about a Musketeer cooking an American Thanksgiving, don't be. I've had people threaten me at gunpoint for my turkey recipe.

With a watergun but still.

MUSKETEERS & FAMILY & FRIENDS:

I have a teleporter on hand, we're going to Paris.

I should probably be freaked out and pissed I don't have my show anymore BUT THIS PLACE IS SO WEIRD AND EVERYONE'S OTHER PEOPLE AND I LOOK LIKE BRAD PITT WHEN I'M OLDER. And a dude. Wow.

ALSO hi where's my peeps at, it's Lilly, and I so need a cocktail.

Anyone else get a shit ton of memories just dumped in their head, or was that just me?

LUKE CASTELLAN.

Four years. Four years you left me and I was good. Screw you, portal.

Team America House?

EDIT: Someone tell me there is a Starfleet here because I want my office back.