Peggy's mind had drifted away in the tub, thinking about Loki and how her body didn't seem to hurt anywhere anymore. What on earth had happened exactly, she'd had no idea. Whatever she could remember about that night was now clear as day in her head after he'd healed her, the dream and the bullets and even Dean's face when he first saw her. Even the taste of blood in her mouth during her surgery... it was impossible.
She'd drifted so far that she'd forgotten about Steve and Bucky and the kids downstairs. The knock made her almost jump before she realised who it was and where she was and even how on earth she'd gotten there. "Yeah?!" she called, knowing it was locked so he couldn't barge in. "Something wrong?" She could hear Steve when he was worried. It was habitual.