/This is an original oneshot by yours truly~ OUAT au, and a winterspider ship! similar to my other cringy story: 'Heart not the soul' so expect the similarities./

Summary:
There is a small backstory
between the soldier and the
boy... and when they were
going to find Romanoff's kid
and then they meet someone
that the two are familiar with.
...

2 years later...

2 years had passed after Neverland crumbled, the curse had also been erased because of the death of the demon... Yet Bucky missed that boy.

He had remembered every single moment of that boy no matter how many tries it took to forget him. He was left to remember like the others. aside from aside from Natasha and Clint... Petya had to try be positive, he did it for the other's sake.

To grab himself a drink he slugged off, still the same appearance. the same.

He noticed a familiar mop of brown curls around the crowd, who walked by, standing out with those dark hazel orbs that shined like a bright mundane forest. "Peter!" He shouted but the atmosphere stopped around them, the boy turned to the soldier with a mischievious smile, but then he disappeared in the crowds... tapping the other on the shoulder and leaning in to his ear whispering:

'I'm back. because Pan never dies.'

He swivelled to the boy and stared at his dark hazel orbs. "You're... Alive... hah... You really are a demon." He chuckled before Pan was now inches away from the other's face, his lips lightly brushing over Bucky's before he stepped back, he put his finger on his lips to emphasis a 'shh'

"Didn't you die?" the soldiee asked baffled before the immortal smiled: "She killed me of course, but I wouldn't have lied about that. I never fail." The immortal boy paused and then said:

"I'm sorry."

It was the first time the immortal had given an apology. As genuine he could do.

"Was it true? That you didn't mean to hurt or nearly kill Steve?" The boy nodded his head as his lips parted, only to have the pirate stare at those plump lips to expect an answer, like:

"I killed him for my own amusement. and dumped his body to get rid of the evuidence yadda yada."

...but the response coming wasn't what he expected... The boy's lips thinned into a thin line, and his eyebrows furrowed to search in his hollow chest, his soul made him feel the emotion at least a bit.

"I didn't mean to...I swear! I also warned him... I didn't know what to do either! so I eheh.. dumped his body in the ocean?..." his eyes swirled with Neverland's tears, trying to not get too touchy with the subject. He was shaking but he couldn't cry, hollow shell...

...

Every day after the curse, every slow ticking day after the death of the boy, every day passed by like the aching pain in his chest. He didn't realise how much he had missed the dark hazel eyes, the curly brown hair and perfect yet mischievous smile... the sway of those hips everytime the immortal walked.

He couldn't have felt anything for the boy... He already lost one and lost another, he had feelings for Romanoff -who was a taken woman but he wondered what it would have been like-

surely.... Is what he had thought. He had loved or admired Natasha, not Pan. But he missed those plump pink lips on that porcelain face of the immortal.

The sea was what he had missed, the fresh smell or the sweet salt...or the sweet taste of the water, however it had now been tasteless...Sourly tasteless..

he stared out of the window while snow trickled down, each season passed... winter was bitter, cold, biting and mocking to Killian.

He sometimes saw a glimpse of the boy in the cold, wearing a fluffy grey scarf over his neck holding hot chocolate, the shaky hot breath in the cold... his nose, slender fingers and ears were pink. But when he blinked again the figure seemed to disappear.

Bucky was always staring at the empty flask but nothing would be filled. Always hoping that the flask would be filled by the boy however that didn't happen.

'Have a drink, you know it helps you think'

those words replayed in his head. "He left a number on me." Every humble knock on the door would be ignored as he settled in with the Barton-Romanoff's. Confliction. internal torture.

He didn't just leave the soldier in question and confliction but to Rogers as well, he wouldn't show the sudden internal headache and the wonder of those past horrid acts, the snap before they left. Taking a toll on him while they helplessly tried to take the comfort from being around the others...

...

The boy turned away to leave through the crowd but the soldier held the small tender wrist of the boy. "Peter." his voice croaked and was rough, it had taken the boy by surprise as the male never called him Peter, not for a while...

"Let go." he nudged the male off in the bitter cold, a shaky puff of cold air exiting each time the boy talked.

His cheeks were pink from the bitterness but he couldn't feel a thing. Nothing. His wrist felt like a corpse coated in the bitterness of ice, "let go or i'll fall for you again." and that was when the boy brushed his lips against the other male's while he seemed to fade through the crowd again, leaving the soldier alone in the bustling streets...

"You left again. Little demon."

Bucky's footsteps hurried to the house of where his best-friend would be. His cold fist knocking on the door in a politeness he could muster, in response Steve Rogers opened the door, his eyes sparkling in shock while he saw the other at the door.

"Surprised to see you here Bucky." he greeted in his own way. "I'm surprised myself, I just wanted to talk." they still had some resentment but got lumped together anyways.

"You are not gonna believe the words of this old weary soldier, but I saw... that Pan... Pan is alive" his breathing was heavy as if he had ran there, the honesty was as easy as him lying. "And you lying?" Rumple argued in a calm tone, with the other -face with a smirk- responding: "You'll believe me Stevie. He isn't dead."

It was then that the soldier opened the flask and noticed it was filled again, for a whole year it was never refilled. He tilted it down to prove to his enemy while he cocked his eyebrows staring at the male. "Take the words of your best-friend now?"

The question was... how was he alive, and where was he now? It was something to solve. He was already dead and Neverland had crumbled along with him so why...

But none-the-less it made the older one smile.

...

"Peter!" Aunt May opened the door as he was hugged by the female, warmth filled his body as he hugged back with teary eyes.

"Yeah... i'm back."

He noticed his friends there, walking inside he made a geniune smile:

"isn't it funny? that things we haven't thought about in years still have the ability to make us cry?" He paused and looked at the others before continuing: "Because I thought about you guys and I began to cry."

Peter was engulfed in hugs and tears of joy.

...

"Petya! your hot chocolate is ready!" His mother shouts from downstairs while the other ran down the stairs with a grin, sliding on the chair while swinging his legs back and forth.

He licked his lips in chid-like happiness, then he opened his mouth and spoke to his mom: "Mum do you believe in magic?" The woman sighed and shook her head, "Magic isn't real Petya."

/Ok so they have no powers in this. buttt only Peter does, Stark still is a mechanic and a known billionaire./

"But magic Is real mum!" he drank his hot chocolate before wiping his mouth with his arm.

He stormed up to his room, closing the door and opening the window, the chill breeze of the cold from outside brushing gently upon his face.

Petya was met with a figure who perched on the ledge flying. A smile on his lips full of mischief Pan. Peter Pan. "Hey Petya" his cheek rested on the palm of his hand while his dark hazel orbs glistened and curly brown hair started to get small snowflakes fluttering ontop of it.

"Peter! you're alive!"

And with that the immortal boy smiled at him patting his head, flying inside the room then perching on the bed. "You came back!" with that Petya smiled and linked pinkie's again with the immortal as he remembered the first time he had encountered Pan...

...and now he was alive, infront of him. "Yeah... and you kept your promise!" his child-hood memory blinked and then looked at the immortal who grinned mischieviously,

"I told you, Peter Pan never fails"

"Petya? who are you talking to?" the voice rose from downstairs as Petya panicked and then Pan made a 'shh' signal as he flew out the window against the wall.

"I was looking out the window and thought I saw Peter Pan fly!"

He said to his mother who then replied: "Alright." It was very suspicous to the woman downstairs, but what can you say? Peter or Petya are both very bad at lying... after that Petya gave a signal to Peter to come in and he sat down, shivering from the cold.

"What if your mother finds out? She still has that...gift." Pan says while grinning mischieviously, "Mother's intuition." they both said at the same time... It had happened the two were close now, no manipulation needed and perhaps to pan's advantage. but he wouldn't do that. what was more was that they were close to being linked, so that he could be whole again.

"I believed in you again, magic was real and still is." The younger boy said to the immortal. "So how did you come back? magic?" He said in interest.

"I never die, just as you said and because of your small belief I came back... afterall If you believe anything can happen" the boy was heartless physically yes... But he had a soul, and that soul was his inner heart, he wasn't a true corpse.

"I met James today." he admitted while looking at the believer who raised his eyebrows in curiousity and interest, "Bucky?" he blinked before hearing the doorbell downstairs, hearing his mother yell: "Petya can you get the door for me?" being the obedient boy he was, he hopped off the bed and closed the door to his room to hide Peter, his footsteps thud while he went down the stairs in half excitement yet the caution due to Pan in his room. Arriving to the wooden floor, opening the door to be invited by the Pirate himself in the bitterness of the cold.

"Mr Barnes?" he blinked and Henry brought him in. "Mum! it's Mr Barnes!" he answered while his mother mumbled to him: "Let him sit down in the living room."

"I'll head to my room now" He plopped off the couch after he led Killian to the living room and sat himself down, before dashing up the stairs but he hopped back down. "Mum can I have two hot chocolates?" His voice was gentle and pleading to his mother, Natasha didn't say anything but just cocked her eyebrows in surprise however agreeing afterwards.

This took the soldier by surprise as he eyed the two hot chocolates and asked the blonde female: "Petya have a friend over?" The ex-assassin just shook her head and then sighed, seeming to be used to the boy's antics at this point.

"Leave him be--"

But then at those words Bucky's lips he followed Petya upstairs afterwards the boy entered his room

...

Petya opened the door to his room holding the two hot chocolates and placing them on the desk and giving one to Pan. "Here! It's cold so this'll warm you up" Peter softened at the pure heart of the boy while he cupped the hot chocolate in his hands, for once... he felt warm... not inside but his hands. "Thanks Petya, I kinda feel... warm? by the hot chocolate..." He sipped it with a warm sigh

"Petya i'm coming in" Hearing the coarse rough familiar irish tone he panicked, making as much of a whisper to Pan he ushered: "Hide! Pan Hide!"

...

"Uh Petya?" he walked up the stairs as his heavy footsteps creaked on each board.

He knocked gently and leaned near the door, his hand on the door knob to twist it and enter before hearing a small conversation indoors: "Here it's cold so this'll help warm you up" that was the familiar chirpy happy tone of the boy but he could lightly hear that familiar british tone which he swore could have been imaginary, "Thanks Petya...I kinda feel warm? by the hot chocolate..." no mistaking it the soldier knew it was Peter.

"Petya I'm coming in" he slightly opened the door to hear Petya's panicked voice and very hard to not hear sentence:

"Hide! Hide Pan!" But it was too late as he twisted open the door to see the young boy trying to cover something under his bed.

...

"Mr Barnes hi!" he coughed a little and smiled, the two hot chocolates were on the desk and one cup had been sipped. He sat by Henry on the bed as Pan under the covers tried not to say a word. "What's under the cover?" as he hovered his hand over the covers on the bed Petya hesitated and tried to keep the soldier away from the cover where Pan was under...

But it was too late the soldier was quicker than the boy as it revealed the immortal who had a mischievious smile on his face, and those dark hazel eyes staring at Bucky's own blue ones. "Peter?" Petya whined as he failed to hide the other while Pan sat up.

He cocked his eyebrows up at the immortal boy in curiousity but yearning... to hug that fragile body. "Mr Barnes! Pan is alive!" he grinned and the soldier relaxed.

Pan didn't face the soldier as he looked at the ground, his eyes tracing the details of the wooden planks.

"...he is alive."

"And got some explaining to do." Were those soldier's words eyeing the boy who was silent.

[Part 7]