[The first thing that Bucky thinks of when he wakes up is damn, my arm hurts. The second is wait, my left arm-
- the third is absolutely nothing, as his head feels like ten thousand bullets firing off at once, a headache so bad he lies back down with a groan and closes his eyes.]
... What the hell just happened?
[And while someone might expect him to mean the sudden change, the last fight... it's not that. For him, the entire time the world was in its changed state is hazy, like waking up from a vivid dream but the more you try to remember what happened, the more it slips from your grasp, the details blurring into an indistinct mist.]