"Nothing," Bucky shrugged. "I don't know why they asked me to show up, but my uncle was damn glad to be rid of me, let me tell you."

Actually, he wouldn't tell her. He wouldn't tell her anything about how happy his uncle was to get rid of him. That wasn't something he'd share. Nor would he share that he had walked away from a car accident that should have killed him, and had in fact killed his parents; he didn't think that was special at all. Just bad luck.