Shortly after Drake closes the Tokyo door behind him, there's a twitch from Falcon's body.

The blue glow around him has faded, and everything is finally back in place. His eyes are still closed, and he's not quite awake yet, it seems-

But that quickly changes, his eyes snapping open. They're glowing brightly with- fear. His mind races with panic, and he stumbles backwards with a shout, unsteady on his feet as he hits the wall, and slides down from it. His fans audibly spin, and he's reaching for Robin and Loki, and- and-

He's... in the Velvet Room?

People are... staring at him? People he knows. People he likes. Various shades of sadness and anger and anxiety written on their faces.

Confusion settles over him- he was- wasn't he in-? He was fighting- and that attack- his sensors are still reeling, the remnants of warning messages linger in his mind. He doesn't understand, his systems slow to catch up.

"Wh-huh? Wha-?" he sputters, frazzled, dread lingering. "Why am- where is-?"

Realization slams into him as he calls up his last known memory file.

"I- I lost? No- I-" His eyes are wild, disbelieving. "Was destroyed."