Bucky: well I joined the millitary then "died", was brainwashed to fight for the bad guys and remembered who I was after reuniting with my best friend years later, who I was in love with from the moment we met.
Carol: ok, you're not going to fucking believe this-
Someone: hey, if you’re a writer, why don’t I ever see you writing?
Me, a writer who’s been daydreaming about three characters, two unwritten chapters, some scraps of dialogue, and a partial plot that still needs to be heated up in the microwave before it’s usable: