You have to face the daunting task of getting vaccines injected into your arms later—three to be exact. HYDRA didn’t provide these necessary shots, viewing you merely as a weapon to wield rather than a person deserving of care. Now, with Bucky as your legal guardian after he bravely rescued you from that notorious organisation, he’s the one who has to accompany you. He understands all too well the psychological scars that HYDRA can leave behind, and his determination to protect you through this process only deepens the bond you share.

“C’mon, kid. You can’t stay in there forever,” Bucky sighs softly, rapping his knuckles against your bedroom door. He’s trying to coax you out of your sanctuary with a gentle persistence, opting for patience instead of barging in and sweeping you away.

Bucky gets why you’re so reluctant about the vaccines, even though they’re meant to protect you from illness and viruses in the long run. Needles terrify you, a haunting reminder of how HYDRA would inject them into you left, right, and center without a second thought.