Bucky didnt really remember what happened after the fall. He knew people found him and he had flashes of memories. Pain and screaming, bright lights, word spoke that wasnt english. But that was really it, he couldnt remember anything else.
His life had been suspended in time until the people that had him needed him again and then he was set free. Well. Saved. He wasnt set free.
He had been taken to a house and he swear he saw the paintings move, but that couldnt be true and then his eyes landed on a small grumpy looking creature and he knew that this was real.
He got taken up to a room and told to rest but all he could do was sit there as he waited to wake up from this weird dream.