[Well, it woulda been too much to hope the same trick would work twice, right...? He sighs, lifting a hand to temple, massaging it slightly as he's forced to nod.]
... Yeah. We were on a mission in the Alps. Didn't go exactly how we planned. [He doesn't offer the details, that Steve was down and he picked up the shield to help him, fired his gun, but that meant when that HYDRA weapon fired, he couldn't catch on to anything until he was at the side of that train, holding on to that metal rail, reaching for Steve's hand and there was a crack and creak of metal bending, screws falling and the sound of wind in his ears and-]
It's the last thing I remember. [He manages the words but they sound distant, like he's forcing himself not to feel (and wow, Elsa, wouldn't you understand that part), not to think that the next time he returns, it will be to the bottom of a ravine and a split-second death.]