WHO Bucky Barnes & Andre Layton WHAT Cooking in the Dining Car WHEN Right after this WHERE Dining Car RATING Probably PG-13 because language, I would assume?
It turned out that if you really looked for it, really looked for it, you could find cooking equipment in the back of the galley, which everyone called the kitchen, and which Bucky would stubbornly refer to as the galley. They were on a train, and the kitchen was a galley. So he'd found the cooking areas, and he'd started to assemble the ingredients for chili, which he remembered from home, and for which he was pretty sure he could find a recipe if he looked hard enough.
Ground beef, beef broth, onions, beans, tomatoes. Spices, tomato sauce. It didn't take much to make chili, just a determination to actually... you know. Do it. So here he was, putting the oil in the pan and then adding the ground beef, focusing on the calming steps of cooking. He'd taken the lessons because it had seemed like a thing he might actually use, and then he'd kept up with them because, it turned out, cooking was calming.
Not that he'd ever admit that, to anyone. Especially not his therapist, but she wasn't here, and neither was Sam, and he still hadn't made up with Steve.
He'd made up with Tony, which was admittedly a hell of a lot weirder, but Bucky wasn't going to fuss. The guy had ripped off his arm, but before that, Bucky had sort of killed his parents. So he was owed a little bit of a grudge.
But all of that paled in comparison to being on the train, which he'd thought he was okay with before, and now...
And now, he couldn't get the chugga-chugga noises out of his head, couldn't do anything about the way the floors moved and shook his confidence to the core. So here he was, browning the meat in a pan, and trying very hard to forget where he was.
He heard the door open and his head jerked up, lightning fast, to see who had come in. Was that Layton? He straightened his spine, eyes narrowing a bit, waiting for the guy to speak.