Tony didn't have the luxury of blacking out. He hadn't seen the grenade, he only felt a few aftershocks from the gully they had been demonstrating in when the whole company went wild. He'd never seen men jump so high.

Reality caught up with confusion pretty quickly. There was no such thing as slow motion for Tony Stark, not when he literally saw a piece of someone flying over his shoulder. He was pretty sure that piece used to be part of a leg.

Bucky tackled him after that and the fall was hard and rough. He groaned painfully, trying to shift the heavy mass of soldier from his chest when he felt a sting of pain in his side.

Around him, people were yelling, but Tony wasn't thinking straight. He touched his side and came away with blood all over his hand. "Brand new shirt," he muttered to himself before he felt his body give out a few seconds later, Barnes still a partial blanket over him.

It was hot and it was dark when he woke up, a sting of pain filling his consciousness every time he breathed. He was soaked with sweat and the stench of human filth caused him to open his eyes. He was very sorry he did, nausea hitting him all at once.

"Whatever they say I did, it wasn't me," he groaned.