"Are you fucking kidding me? 5 years. IT TOOK ME FIVE FUCKING YEARS TO OVERCOME MY TRAUMA AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME HE'S STILL FUCKING ALIVE?", I turn to see Bucky: "You're still alive?" "Please let me explain myself I really have to talk to you!" "I, I need some time to think. I'm not going to my apartment but I got my phone so you can contact me if it's an emergency but please in any other case just leave me the fuck alone." (This will be a long story with other love interests than just Bucky and there are about five years until we actually see him)