all aboard [whether you like it or not]

Bucky still had the black eye and an interesting pattern of bruising around his neck when he sauntered into L’Oriental for breakfast. The food smelled amazing, but there were no chefs, no waitstaff. It was as if the food had been prepared by ghosts.

He wondered if the train worked like Christmas Eve - you couldn’t stay up and watch to see when the changes occurred and actually had to sleep at night, or at a minimum, leave the car, in order for the magic to work. Bucky sat at one of the tables that had a plate with metal cover on it to keep it warm and discovered a smoked salmon quiche with what looked like cream cheese in it. He didn’t complain. It was in front of him, it smelled amazing, might as well eat in case the train decided to ration them later on.

There might have been an ounce of guilt for not grabbing Sam first or checking in with Steve but neither one of them were going to like the bruises. For Sam there would be questions Bucky didn’t feel like answering and for Steve he knew the guy had enough to feel guilty over. Too much. Why remind him?

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( Once in a dream.... )

Bucky didn’t hope that Peggy Carter was bedridden, but it was going to make things easier if the nonagenarian was confined to her room. He certainly hadn’t seen his aging, silver haired friend up and about anyway.

Then there was what Bucky was supposed to tell her. Sure, he could tell her the truth about Steve and the train, but then there was no telling if she was going to actually remember it or for how long.

Bucky sucked in a breath and knocked politely on the door with Peggy Carter’s name on it. “Peg?”

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( Spoilers for a Doctor Who Season 9 character behind the cut. )