Child, though it doesn't feel quite right to call him that. He's older than we are, if one counts years lived rather than the year born. His name is Tony.

[And she could kiss Howard for being cool-headed about this. She won't, but the thought is there.]

I'm not quite sure, really. He's a brilliant mechanic, and he's remarkably like his father, but there seems to be... tension. [He's never asked Peggy about Howard. Even when it would come up naturally in conversation, he avoids the topic. She has her suspicions.] All I know is that you're dead by the year he was taken from our world. It's possible you'll have to put up with some baggage you're not old enough to know about yet. [Or maybe Tony will just avoid him. That's a possibility. An equally awkward possibility.]