Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Truce? Truce.

Request for @FirePheonix15

"Avalon! Hurry up!"

I glared at the back at Peter's head. "You have longer legs, you have the advantage. I'm only 12!"

I panted and dragged my legs forward sluggishly. We had been running for about ten solid minutes. That may not sound like much to all you athletic people but to me it's a form of torture. Seriously, if I was in an interrogation place in some evil country *cough, North Korea, cough*, and they shocked me or whipped me, I wouldn't crack. But if they made me do physical activity, forget it. Where does the US keep their bombs? Here! Just don't make me run.

Maybe that's an exaggeration. And possibly offensive to North Koreans. But they don't have internet.

I panted and kept moving. Peter disappeared behind some leaves and I pushed past them to see a big cave with nothing but a piece of paper in it.

Peter took my hand and took me over to the paper. It was large and old looking, with black markings on it.

"It's a map of Neverland. What's so special about it?" I asked.

He grinned, "It leads to where Hook keeps his treasure!"

"So it's a treasure map?" I giggled.

"Yeah!"

"Well," I wondered, "why didn't you just go get it. You have magic, and you can fly."

He took my hand in a brotherly way. "I wanted to do it with you. It's much more fun that way. And I won't use magic, I want to do it the old fashioned way."

"Okay!" I agreed, nodding, "I'll go look for it."

"But you have to promise me something." He spoke hesitantly.

"What?"

"When we find the treasure, we had to throw it into the sea." He said simply.

"Why would we do that?" I looked at him like he was crazy.

"We don't need it," he reasoned, "all we are doing is getting rid of Hook's money. Promise?"

"Peter, that's crazy!" I argued. Why would we throw it away? I won't let you do that, I am digging my heels in!"

He shook his head, aggravated. "Come on. Otherwise I'm finding it on my own. And throwing it into the sea."

I narrows my eyes. "But Peter-"

"Truce?"

I sighed. "Truce."

~+~

We shoved another branch out of the way and kept walking. Peter's footsteps were loud and mine were soft like feathers alighting on grass coated in morning dew.

Dang, that was poetic! Where did that come from?

Another branch was shoved out of the way and then we saw the spot. It was a small clearing not far from the beach with a large tree. The tree had small designs scratched into it. Swirls formed the design of an X.

I pushed past Peter, my red, wavy, waist-length hair blowing back behind me. I scanned the area with soft sea green eyes. I caught my reflection in a pond. My skin was pale with freckles. I never liked my freckles, but Peter said that one day some lost boy my age would think they were beautiful. That's what he does for me: he's my shoulder to cry on and my someone to lean on. He's the big brother I never had.

I ran my hand along the X, stopping in the middle. Here. I clenched my fist and drew it back, and hit the wood with a crack and a sharp pain in my knuckles. My hand was bloody but the treasure chest inside the tree was visible. I seized it with both hands and dragged it out.

"Ava! Are you alright?" Peter stopped beside me and looked at my hand.

"Yeah, yeah," I assured him, "I'm fine. Look at the chest!"

He ran his fingers over it and just as he began to open it, a gun shot fired. It almost made impact with me, but Peter has shoved me to the ground. Hook and his men came out of the trees, angry expressions on their faces.

The captain came forward and looked Peter in the eyes. "You tried to take my treasure, eh? That was a mistake, Pan."

He sent a punch towards Peter's face but before it could reach him, Peter grabbed the fist and flipped Hook over his shoulder. I stood up beside Peter and the two of us began to fight back against the pirates. A perilous half hour proved to be enough, and they fled into the trees.

"Ava, are you hurt?" Peter asked.

"I'm fine, let's got dump this treasure." I smiled and took one side of the chest, and Peter took the other.

~+~

We stood on the cliff side with the chest on the edge.

"Ready?" Peter asked, looking over at me.

"Yep. Let's do this." We laughed and ran forward, shoving the chest off the side. It toppled over and opened on its way down, sending gold coins, jewels, and a vial of squid ink crashing into the sea.

"I was worried that you were going to get hurt today." Peter confessed as we watched the ripples get larger and larger. "I couldn't lose you, you're like a little sister." I didn't say anything, just listened. "Promise me you'll stay out of danger, okay?"

"Peter..." I whispered.

"Truce?"

"Truce."