voidtreckerexpress | A New Platform [Intro Post January]

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A New Platform [Intro Post January]

On the Train

After a very quiet latter half of the month of Catfish the calendar clicks over. Passengers wake up in their beds as usual to the passenger announcement. "Good morning passengers, it is day one of the month of domino.".

Those that have been on board a while know that new months usually come with new people and so the message a few hours later will not be a surprise. "Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent." A lurch and a jolt and they are soon surrounded by the fog that means they are at a platform.

It will come as a relief that no one leaves this time, no one with packed bags to walk silently towards the barriers.

Added to that the platform itself holds more people then it ever has before. Twenty one figures, all the colours are represented. The ground is icy and their breath pools in white clouds around them.

For New Passengers

At first all they can see if steam. Billowing around them as they come to their senses. They are standing, in clothes that are not their own, styles they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.

The platform is not large and it holds twenty one figures all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. The air is cold, the ground icy beneath your feet. Both left and right the tracks disappear into the mist. Then there is a roaring sound and out of the fog arrives a train. Jet black with gold writing on the side. The Voidtrecker Express. There is a hiss as the doors slide open and out into the cold step a selection of people. Some are human, some are less so. They are wearing the same hoodie in one of the four colours, red, orange, blue and purple.

The Train

The doors hiss open. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there is anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would not be a good thing also it’s very cold out on the platform. The train is warmer.

Each ICP shows the same message and next to the screens there are stacks of leaflets written by those on the train, with further information. The store rooms have been restocked and it seems that water chestnuts are the month of Domino’s ingredient of choice! Any of orange team who who go to check the luggage cart will find a parcel containing gingerbread snowflakes, decorated with icing. One for each of the orange team, including new members, come share in the reward!

New passengers will find their tickets allow them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!

Room is tight but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches and you will hopefully find a pillow for your bed if it has not been nabbed by a roommate, there are also spare blankets for if it gets cold.

Departure

A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, they may wish to brief their new companions.

The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view as it picks up speed.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express.” A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."

The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog filled sky.

"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."

Hopefully someone warns you that you really want to heed that warning because a moment later there is a shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left. A flash of light, colourful and blinding.

As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever changing colours.

Welcome to voidspace!

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Bucky is letting out a string of quiet curses under his breath, and just as Happy busts in, Bucky hits the lights. "What do I do?" he demands. Mostly of Peter, but if Happy starts barking orders right now, they're going to get followed.

At least the lights aren't hurting his eyes as bad. They still sting though so he's just gonna close them tight. It doesn't nothing to put out the fire in his mouth though so that still sucks a lot and panic is starting to set in.

"I-I don't know!" He manages to cough out. He remembers that Mr Stark gave him something the last time his mouth felt like this-but he can't remember what it was because he was panicking then too! And now his tongue feels a little swollen this just keeps getting worse.

"Happy!" Peter reacts to the man's voice, opening his eyes to see him in the doorway. "my mouth is on fire and it's really bright!" He coughs out with a swollen tongue and very animated movements.

"What did you give him?" He barks at Bucky, not caring that the man could probably squash him like a bug. He notices the teacup, his eyes going from it to Bucky then back to Peter.

"What was in the cup? You know what, forget it. He needs Medical NOW!"

"Tea!" Bucky replies, holding his hands up as if Happy could actually threaten him. "Some sugar and ginger, that's it! I swear! He's sick, I thought it would help him feel better," but he was very obviously wrong.

He very smartly steps out of Happy's way, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder and pushing him towards the door. He's seen the medical car already, and he's not a fan of the idea, but it's obvious that's what Peter needs now.

The situation seems to just keep escalating and Peter really needs everything to calm down. The sensory overload is probably making things feel a lot worse than they actually are but it really isn't helping that he keeps coughing. Is he actually short on air or does it just feel like that because of the panic attack?

Peter coughs harshly into his arm as he's pushed in Happy's direction, if he didn't feel like he was on fire he might have stopped to ask what the medical car would do but he kinda has to agree that something needs to be done.

"Can someone just make it stop?" He asks frantically, his words obviously hindered by his swollen tongue.

Happy looked at Bucky. "Shit," He exclaimed. "Ginger is toxic to Spiders," He grabbed Peter's face. "Do you understand?" Happy looked to Bucky. "Pick him up and get him there fast."

"What the fuck do spiders have to do with anything?" he asks, even while he's in the middle of hefting Peter into his arms. Luckily he's damn good at following orders, and the medical carriage isn't too far.

The poor people on the carriages in between might get a brief glimpse of what Bucky looks like in full-on Winter Soldier mode.

"Wha-?" Peter lets out as he's lifted up to be carried. It's a good thing Bucky just goes with the flow because Peter's pretty sure he'd never never make it to the medical car on his own. Too man bright lights and way too many sounds.

"I gwat bit by a wadiohactis spidwer." He offers, having some difficulty getting anything that might even sort of resemble English. He tries to explain about the genetic mutation but he's still sick and it's too difficult what comes out of his mouth doesn't even sound like words.

Happy rolled his eyes. "Stop talking," he barked at Peter. "A spider bite gave him his..." He waved his hands around. The stuff at the airport? Yeah, that happened because of a spider bite."

Bucky glances back at Happy in confusion when they reach the medical car in record time, ducking into the treatment room with Peter. "I just met this kid for the first time today," Bucky replies, setting Peter on the exam table gently. "Just... fix him." They could figure out the spider bit (ha) later.

Ha. Peter Parker stop talking. He's not even sure he know how to stop talking. "Thowwy." Peter tries to apologize. He finds himself on the exam table and his mind is slowly starting to piece together what is about to happen.

Wait a second.

Oh no.

"Uh..." He starts, feeling his anxiety building again. He tries to ask if they could at all just wait for the swelling to go down but not ever Peter is sure of the words that left his mouth amidst all the coughing and trying to talk around that swelling.

Happy glares at Peter before turning and digging around for an EpiPen. Finding one, he almost turned towards Peter with the needle but remembered reading something in his file.

"Hey, you need to cover his eyes or distract him," He said looking at Bucky over his shoulder. "Needles wig him out."

"Got it," Bucky replies, and puts himself right up in Peter's face, so he can't see what Happy's doing. "Hey. Hey, look at me. It's gonna be okay," he puts his metal arm in front of Peter's face, pushing up the sleeve, and does something he hopes Peter hasn't seen before.

He shifts the plates, in a way that normally allows him to increase power to his fist. It's a lot of whirring and shifting and he hopes sufficiently 'cool' to distract the teen.

Peter is going to just take that as a no. They can’t wait. He sucks in a rough breath, his muscles tensing up because he knows what’s coming next. He’d try to argue but he can’t at the moment beyond a few frantic noises.

And then Bucky is in his face, showing him his metal arm and it’s still cool. He’s watching-he wants to talk about the vibranium and all the things the arm can do but he literally cannot talk. His mouth is fixed in a tight line as he watches because he knows Bucky is just trying to distract him. He can do this. It’s just a quick shot. It’ll be over and done with and he can go back to whatever he was doing.

In the few seconds that Bucky distracted Peter, Happy jabbed him hard in the leg with the Epipen.

"Can he get some water?"

"Yeah, no problem," Bucky replies, glancing over to make sure Happy is done before he backs out of Peter's persona space, grabbing a paper cup from near the sink and filling it before offering it to Peter. "What did you give him?"

“Shit!” Peter lets out loudly as the needle sinks into his leg. He knew it was coming but now exactly when and damn does he not like needles. At least though, he can feel the relief almost immediately lets out a sigh. Thank god they don’t have to do that again.

He takes the cup of water and gulps it down quickly. “Oh my god, that sucks.” He coughs out. “I mean, the tea was really good at first but oh man.” He sighs again.

Happy takes the needle out quickly and tosses it in the bin before Peter can ask too many questions. "It's epinephrine or something like that," He thinks for a second. "They give it to people who can't breathe, it helps."

Happy, then looked at Peter, frowning. "How can you not know what can be lethal to spiders?"

Bucky nods, letting out a relieved sigh. "I'm so sorry," he says, again, and puts his hand on Peter's head, finally feeling his heart rate heading back towards normal. "You're going to be jittery for a while."

Peter needs a minute as he just coughs harshly, making sure to keep his mouth covered as he does and then sucks in a breath before looking up at Happy and giving him one of this looks like 'why are you mad at me?'

"I'm only part spider-I'm not an actual spider." Peter says in his defense, though Happy has a point not that Peter's ready to admit that since he just almost died from an allergy related incident. Again. He just.. he won't tell them about the Lavender or Rosemary Incident. No one need to know about that anyway.

"I'm always jittery, it's nothing new." Peter says calmly hoping that's at least a little reassuring.

"Semantics and you know that," Happy did give him a look, but there was a fondness there that belonged only to Peter.

"Thanks for helping me get him here," He said to Bucky. "I'm Happy, Harold actually, but everyone calls me Happy."

Bucky sighs heavily, hand going from Peter's head to his shoulder. "Just... try and rest a little, okay? Until I stop being jittery," because he sure was hopped up on adrenalin himself, now.

He nods to Happy, offering his other hand, even though it was the metal one. "James Barnes," he replies, offering a weak smile. "But everyone calls me Bucky. Thanks for showing up when you did," because he'd been in way over his head.

Peter just gives Happy one of his 'oh well' looks. Probably not the best defense he could give it's not like they could do anything about it now.

"Yeah, thanks." He coughs before offering a quick thumbs up to Bucky.

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