The problem was... No. Not the problem. There were several, and Peggy felt like she was doing nothing but compounding them as the minutes ticked by. She did want this, with Steve. She just didn't want it this way, with him not in full control of his faculties, the both of them stuck somewhere they'd little interest in being, and every gossip hound in the Capitol waiting outside the doors. She wanted romance, and maybe that was foolish of her, but Peggy had always been a little old-fashioned in some ways. She'd thought Steve could appreciate it- she knew he could, when he wasn't so drunk or drugged or high or whatever he was. It didn't seem dangerous, at least, but she still felt awful at sending him even a room away from her.
A moment ago, she'd thought to give him time to clean up, cool off, and they could perhaps sit a while together. They'd done it before, him surprisingly small when he wanted to tuck himself together and against her side, and it would be... nice. Intimate without being seedy. But he clearly wanted something else, and if he didn't, his body did, and it was all a terrible mess.
When he retreated to the bathroom, Peggy drew a deep breath, let her shoulders slump, and took a few minutes to collect her composure. She wasn't going to cry tears of frustration. Not here. Not now. Instead, Peggy sought out the inevitable bottles of water that rooms like this provided, set one deliberately on the bedside table, and jotted a quick note beside it. He might not have the head for reading or reasoning right now, but by tomorrow, he would be fine. She hoped.
I'm sorry. Please rest, and when you feel better, call me.
Simple, short, and to the point. In afterthought, Peggy added her room number, in case Steve would prefer to talk to her face-to-face. Somehow she doubted he'd be ready for that tomorrow, but his courage often surprised her. She sighed and let herself out of his room again quickly, before he could possibly have time to finish his shower or think to come for her again. It would be better this way, even if she didn't feel particularly proud of anything she'd done this evening at all.