She cleaned dilligently, moving down to his stomach where there were little more than scratches and dirt but she'd seen her fair share of infections gone wrong from the simplest of scrapes. "That won't scar too deeply. There's a first aid kit somewhere." She rinsed and rung out the cloth again, noticing how dirty it was.
Peggy took one of his battered hands and fixed her eyes on cleaning it correctly, even under his fingernails. She had done this many times for her platoon when they needed a mother figure. "Does it feel strange? Being without it?"