Steve isn't sure how to explain any of this without getting somewhat graphic, but he also knows that if he doesn't, he'll never get the point across. "There was an explosion," he settles for saying, still feeling a little wild and reeling from it. His heart is beating too fast, his skin feels too hot, and every few seconds, he gasps, like he hasn't figured out that he's not choking on Dr. Poison's lethal pet project.

He manages to sit, even though it's not as graceful as it ought to be, reaching a hand behind him for balance when he sways and wobbles. "Okay," he says, straining to look for a question in his mind that isn't where's Diana? Is she safe? "How did I get to the bottom of a fountain?" he starts, because he'd been at least ten thousand feet in the air when he'd fired, but he'd turned up under the earth's soil, like a soldier buried badly.