The first time Steve wakes, there's pain and Sam and "On your left."
Then darkness. Then dreams.
Almost there, desperation searing his veins. "Grab my hand!"
The shriek of tearing metal. Steve freezes long before he plunges HYDRA's aircraft into the ice.
The second time he wakes, Bucky's scream follows him, the echo driving him in tenacious pursuit of the ghost with his friend's face.
Five months on, fire rages, metal groans and gives. Steve lunges for a metal hand in sickening deja vú.
He doesn't miss.
After, a shattered whisper pierces the ringing silence.
"Stevie?"
Finally, the frost thaws.