The first thing Bucky notices after the train derailment is that his ears are ringing and that he's pinned under some rubble. And no matter how hard he tries to push whatever metal part resting on top of him, he can't find the proper leverage to free himself enough to crawl away from under it. Strangely, there's something so very familiar about the situation that Bucky can't help the shiver of anxiety that shakes his body: it feels like he's been stuck like this before, in a situation where life or death was at an edge. Until...until...

James' spiralling thoughts are cut short when someone manages to lift away the pieces of rubble that pin him down, and he slowly makes his way out of the wreckage, carefully standing up despite how dizzy he feels. 'Concussion', he notes absentmindedly as his fingers gently feel around the cut on his forehead, hissing as pain radiates from it. His other arm wraps around his middle section, the discomfort he feels with each of his breaths can only mean one thing, and he mumbles:

"Shit. Broken ribs are such a pain in the ass to heal." It doesn't occur to Bucky to question how he knows that. He just does.

Still, he turns to the man who helped him out, giving him a small, grateful smile:

"Thanks," he starts, but the blond hair and blue eyes are another thing that is familiar to this whole situation, and a name drops from his lips before he even realizes it:

"Steve?"