Tony was exhausted in that way that meant he wouldn't be sleeping any time soon. He was sore and covered in dirt and blood. His shirt had gotten torn during one of the rescues and he was pretty sure that a very small amount of the dried blood on his person was probably his own but he didn't care.
It was times like these that his leadership skills kicked in. He'd been giving orders and helping people. Everyone knew who he was so nobody questioned his right to tell people what to do. Some were angry with him but most were just glad he was helping however he could.
He followed Peggy silently once they got back through the door and headed to her cottage. His throat was raw and tea sounded absolutely amazing.
"However. I'm not picky." He shrugged. It wasn't until then that he realized he'd yelled himself hoarse giving orders. He cleared his throat and winced a little.