["After what happened" -- yeah, the words pretty much confirm all his suspicions. Bucky's expression flattens, closes off briefly, his eyes staring into nothing as he listens to Steve, only showing any signs of emotion when Steve gets to the part about the plane. That's when his head snaps up, eyes widening before his expression floods with... yep, pure anger.]
You--
[He lets his friend finish the sentence, taking deep breaths, his hand balling into a fist at his side.]
Jesus, Rogers, I leave you alone for, what, how many days? Three? And you fucking crash-land a plane in the water? Stay alive by nothing but goddamn chance?
[Can you hear his voice getting louder by the second? Because it is. For a moment, he looks absolutely livid, until he seems to regain his senses enough to put the bottle he's holding down... just so he can whack Steve on the head.]
If I weren't so damn glad you made it, I would kill you myself, I swear!