Bucky swallows, though it burns, and closes his eyes; he remembers what he had for lunch, and doesn't need the reminder. The pain subsides as quickly as it arrived, but he's no less shaken for it, his body trembling from the shock of dying and being brought back to life once more. The fact that it was all in their heads doesn't count for much when it all felt so real, and even as he's cursing himself for taking so long to get it together, he knows there's no shame in it. Even so, he isn't the one who needs the help right now; what happened was as much Steve's nightmare as it was his own (more so, arguably), and Bucky's of no use to anyone on the ground.

Forcing himself to sit up, he drags the back of his real hand across his mouth, and looks ahead, half-expecting the drone plane to fly over the trees any second, so much so that he waits for it, listens for it. Only once he's satisfied that nothing is coming, that they're alone, does Bucky make to stand, taking a moment to find his footing (and even then, he ends up relying on a tree to keep from toppling over).

"M'fine," he says finally, his voice sounding no better than Steve's. It's a lie, but a necessary one. Bucky can process what happened on his own time; Steve is his first priority. "Just disoriented. Are you--?"