Peggy absently fiddles with the quilt, wishing that she had thought to lay claim to more men's clothing as people vanished, but she hasn't, so all that she's got it this. She doesn't suggest Barnes take off the wet clothes, mainly because the propriety of the situation demands otherwise.

"Almost a year, now," she responds as she lights a fire in the kitchen and pours in some water from the fountain into a pot to start it boiling, keeping a steady eye behind her on Bucky as though he might vanish at any moment. "I'm going to be presumptuous and guess that you're from my future. I know today has already been a little stressful, but I'm afraid anything I tell you is going to make it worse," she says, turning so she can negotiate with him.

"That said, I'll leave it up to you how much you want to know," she offers.