Falcon knew it was coming, but he didn't expect it to happen quite like this. His stomach lurches and he slams against the wall as the elevator falls a floor and crumples around them. The impact knocked him out entirely, and he spent the next minutes drifting in and out of consciousness until he finally came to underneath rubble.

He could, at least, see light from the crack in the elevator door, just a few feet above them, and the first thing he did was throw metal sheeting off of him, trying to stand in order to haul himself upward, to the exit.

There was blood, and he was sure things were broken, but that didn't matter right now--what mattered was that he got out.