Rocket wasn't kidding when he said it would be like a whirlwind on this planet. At first it seems to be going well, all until it isn't, and then it feels like a scramble to help as many people as possible. Bucky's just thankful they got here in time, and that he was able to offer an extra hand.

The team splitting up seems like the best call. There's a lot of ground to cover, and not enough time for it all. When the air raid sirens go off, it reminds him of long ago- another war he fought, long ago. There's very little time to think after that, both of them running as fast as they can to get the hell out of there. The last thought that enters his head is- thank god they got all the stragglers out in time, before it all goes dark around them.

It might only be a few minutes before he comes to, coughing from the debris of a building entering his lungs. He shifts, letting out a groan when his leg doesn't move with him, stuck under something. It's hard to see, but he reaches out in the dark and feels around, grabbing the metal bar and lifting it up to pull his leg out. Jesus christ. This was bad. He realizes then- Rocket must've gotten trapped down here with him- he wasn't that much further ahead.

"Rocket?" He calls out, just the slightest panic lacing his voice.