Peggy refrained from commenting on his newer scrapes but her eyes wandered to one deeper gash on his arm that she knew instinctively would need bandaging up with some steri strips. Peggy dripped the wash cloth and rung it out slowly, deciding to start where there was little damage and dirt, around his collar. It was by far not the worst she'd seen but then she looked into his eyes and saw the ghosts that were too familiar. Peggy dabbed gently, occasionally sipping from her mug when her throat got dry.
When her cloth got to his surgical scar, she glanced up at him, "Do you miss it?" she asked vacantly, cleaning the long scar carefully, not knowing how sensitive his skin was. He wasn't built like Steve, but somehow he didn't feel as fragile as she'd expected. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" she asked and sipped her tea before getting back to cleaning his chest.