She winced at the rawness of his voice and looked at him in the dim light of the kitchen. He looked beaten down, torn and bloodied and in that moment, she knew she had to take care of him without ever wondering why. Perhaps it was an instinctual need to take care of her soldiers but Peggy filled up the kitchen basin with warm water from the tap, splashing in some hand wash as she did so. Drying her hands as the kettle whined and boiled, she went to pouring the hot water into the tea pot with the tea to let it brew, pulling down two tin mugs.
Making the tea was quick but she set the entire pot on the kitchen table for him to refill before testing the water in the basin and grabbing a clean washcloth from under the sink, as was habit. "You're going to get an infection, Stark." she said softly, sitting beside him, "Shirt off so I can clean you up." Peggy said softly but firmly, making sure that there was no room for negotiation as she sipped her mug of tea.