Stiffening at the idea of Bucky sleeping in the same bed again, Peggy tried to block her head of the horrible images. Him and his lover laughing at them, saying he was bored of being married, that he wanted to have fun again. To not be tied down to a wet sack of flour like her. She was so un-used to insecurities and fears about herself that she didn't know how to stop them. The depression she felt after having Luke had just been getting better only for this to set her twenty steps backwards. Why was it her husband who had to sleep with someone else? Why had nobody else felt the power of the island that strongly?
"We don't know either. I'm sorry," Peggy muttered and felt incredibly overwhelmed. How was she supposed to have all the answers. She missed the war and control, being her own person and not just someone's mother, someone's wife. "I've... not exactly been in this situation before. I can't imagine either of you two have either."