It was the worst chore of them all, but Kate hadn't stumbled across any kind of special land that had working, mechanical washing machines. Instead, one of the Tony's (the older one? It had to be the older one...not that the younger one could have come up with something like this, but...well, he seemed to be concerned with other things. Old-Tony seemed to be more responsible) had been able to make a hand machine and, to be honest, it made laundry even worse. Instead of being able to toss things into a machine (because all laundry went in together, right?) and let it do its thing, she had to turn it herself.
What a life.
But then she had gotten the great idea to just toss everything in the river, mash it all together, and ta-da! Clean clothes in one fell swoop! Except, it didn't really end up working out that way. SOMEHOW her clothes (and her favorite purple jumpsuit, convenient hip holes included) had left the bank and started floating down the river. And, because her life just worked out this way, someone had seen it.
Not just anyone, but CAPTAIN FREAKIN AMERICA. Great, just great. Like she needed another awkward moment with him, but she just watched as he did his gallant saving of her clothes as she waited for him on the shore. Man, this guy really WAS everything he was cracked up to be!
So that's how she found herself washing her clothes next to Steve Rogers. Except it wasn't her Steve Rogers (could she even consider her universe's Steve Rogers as her own? Eh, she'd be willing), but he still seemed the same. Maybe a bit more muscle-y than before. Which was what she was thinking about as he asked his question, her eyes watching as his mountain of a bicep grew and shrunk as he scrubbed at the shirts in his pile. Damn, what did this guy lift? Bulldozers? Trains?
"What? Oh...haha, I guess just keep bringing food to the people? Who knew I had a calling in the food industry?" She and Clint had been the suppliers of food when they could. At least she felt somewhat helpful to their growing town. She glanced down at her own pile of laundry and sighed. To be fair, it wasn't even that much, but she was pretty much ready to call it a day.
"I give up," she said, kicking the small pile. To be fair, she hadn't thought she had kicked it that much, but apparently it was enough to toss them all back into the water. "DAMNIT!" Her eyes grew big and she covered her mouth, glancing at Steve. She had a feeling he wasn't the cursing type, no matter how little it might seem. "Sorry. I got it this time."
Before he could interject, Kate was wading into the water, picking up a shirt here, some pants there. Wait, where was her suit? She turned around and saw it...damn, how did it get so far out so quickly? She slowly made her way to it, hoping Steve wasn't watching her too closely. Especially when she put her foot down and it sank much farther into the water than she had been expecting; apparently the bank just dropped off. Great, she thought, as she opened her mouth in an automatic yell. After escaping dozens upon dozens of Orcs, you're going to drown in front of Captain America, your underwear floating around your corpse. Her head broke the water as she tried to take a breath, the current pulling against her stronger than she would have thought. Right, copy, if she made it out of this alive, no more river washing of clothes. She would praise either Tony for their ingenious invention and stick to churning her clothes without so much as a whine.