Peggy looked around for the smallest of Steve's shirts, eventually finding one she'd accidentally shrunk in the washing a couple of weeks ago that did not fit him one bit but might just do for Tony. She walked downstairs wearily, wandering back into the kitchen and spotting the basin, "I hope you're not planning on washing your hair on my kitchen table." she chuckled.
Peggy put the shirt on the table too and went to turn over the bread under the grill as the kettle whistled.