Relta did her best to support Bucky’s weight, including the arm, as she helped him stand up, forcing him to accept her help in that way at least. At his insistence that he was ‘fine’, the redhead scoffed and shamed her head at him. “That’s worse bullshit than my siblings coming home after curfew when they were teenagers,” she half teased, half called him out on his resistance to being aided by someone else. It was her team job to tend to injuries and ailments, including of the magical kind, due to de Fontaine. However, despite loathing the woman, Relta cared for the new Avengers. “You don’t have to be strong and stoic all the time,” Relta whispered to Bucky, letting him fix his arm without interrupting despite her urge to.
At his dismissal of her, she tilted her head at him a bit. “Mr. Barnes, I was brought into this team to worry about you, and the others,” she stated bluntly, “and I’ve never had a poor annual review of my work.” Her point was that she was going to worry about all of them, regardless of what Bucky told her to do. To say she was as stubborn as Barnes was an understatement, as she’d been a pseudo-mother to her siblings for years, and held her own in a male-dominated field. Her old job had been an ER doctor, with a position on the Board of Trustees as well so she could advocate for patients’ rights loudly. “Let me worry about you and the team, take some of your worrying away,” she offered, noticing him glancing at his, their, teammates as she walked with him over to the group. She was injured herself, but rapidly healed fortunately so she didn’t complain.
