Queue Clint the most uncomfortable he's ever been in his life. He stares at his feet as Peggy tucks the girls in, hands in his pockets. He should have known she'd be listening, and wonders if he would have said anything differently if he'd been actively thinking about that. But, no, he decides. He wouldn't lie to her any more than he would to Steve.

But he wastes no time in stepping out into the hallway, arms crossed over his chest as he tries to think. He's back in time, probably skipped through a couple dimensions, since this isn't his own world's past. He needs... Banner, or Stark, or someone who can explain and deal with this. This isn't a problem he can shoot until it goes away.