If Bucky wanted to learn, Pepper would have been willing to teach him the secrets of laundry. Mostly, they were in the tags attached to the collars. There were other things that needed more gentle care, but there wasn't really a place for all that, so she had to research and see what went where. That was for another day, however. Now, she was just going to take care of the machine-washable ones. Maybe one day she could just get a good steam iron to appear in the closet?
For now, her head was turning in the direction of that whistle and that very handsome figure entering the door. He was so much different than the Bucky she knew, and she couldn't help but smile every time she saw him. "Why thank you, Buck." If he was going to shorten her name, she'd do the same. It only seemed fair.
"My week's been pretty uneventful so far," she said in reference to all the weird goings-on people had been reporting. "You look like your day's been well."