Barry could feel the energy raging around him. He could feel the power surging within the eye of the storm. There was no way to stop this. Still, he continued to run around the middle of it, containing it with the little energy he had left. He could hear a flurry of people talking through his comm system but he couldn't decipher who was who, his brain was slowly fogging up with each stride. His legs were shaking, wobbling the longer he did it. He had no idea what was going to happen, but the moment he closed his eyes and his world faded away, an explosion was heard and that was the last thing Barry had recognised.
Pain was the first thought that registered through the fog that laid upon Barry's brain. He could feel the fatigue weighing each of his limbs down but he continued to start moving anyway, the ground he was laying on becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second. His eyes fluttered open as he swayed in his new sitting up position, his arms shaking as they struggled to support his weight. The Scarlet Speedster rubbed his eyes, trying to rid them of the blurriness that had taken over his vision.
The area was sunny, Barry had noted when he could finally see. The sun was shining, the grass was bright green and the birds were chirping away. Everything seemed too well-kept. Wincing, Barry began to move to his unstable legs, taking deep breaths to try and ease some of the aches. Once he was standing, Barry stumbled his way to this pond that was a couple feet away, looking down at his reflection. He paled at how horrid he looked.
His nose had a thin line of blood streaming out from it, his head was bleeding freely and the cut he had had on his cheek since his fight with Thawne had been covered in dust, small pieces of rock sitting on the outside of the gash. He moved away from the pond and looked down at suit, swearing softly at the sight of it. Half of the crimson suit had been doused in blood, making it a deeper shade. The emblem that sat in the middle of the suit had gone, leaving a gaping hole in the middle of the suit. Barry grumbled as he threw his arms back to grab at his cowl, gasping as he felt that the fabric had been ripped. Cisco was going to kill him, and worst of all, they had no way of tracking him as without his emblem, he was traceless, and without his cowl, he had no form of communications with Team Flash, that is, as long as they weren't killed in the Singularity explosion.
Barry jumped at the sound of a loud bang, mentally preparing himself for whatever threat was lurking on the other side of the hill he just so happened to be behind. He limped up the hill, wincing with every hop. He looked shell-shocked at who it was.
"The name's Coulson. Phil Coulson" The man spoke, waving his badge around, "You're going to come with me"