Author's Note: I'm going to admit I completely forgot about this story for a long time. I apologize. (There's a reason I never make update schedules or too many promises.)

I taught Peter the basic swing steps I'd learned as a child. He was a very quick learner. The first thing I taught him was the lift where I jumped onto his leg. I didn't want to fall or rip my scab, but I was pretty sure I'd be okay.

The first dip Loki and I did together came next. When he spun me and locked my arm behind my back, my hand landed on his upper arm and I arched my back over his leg. Our faces were a mere inch apart and my hair—longer than it was three years ago—pooled on the ground. His eyes were blue-green in the poor lighting of the jungle. We stayed stationary for several moments, staring at each other. My lips were slightly parted in surprise. But I knew what my neck was doing. Unconsciously it was tilting my head to the side as it had done many times before. Peter's head cocked to the other side and he stooped in.

Our lips sealed against each other. He was busy holding me up, but my free hand on his arm slid up into his thick hair and stayed there, fingers curling to grip his thick locks.

What about Loki? Oh. So the rational part of my mind was still working, then.

I shrugged it off for the moment. Never Land was a place where dreams came true wasn't it? I'd had a crush on Peter Pan—not the OUAT version of him, just the character—since I was in third grade. The OUAT crush came later (only a few days ago, in fact). So, gosh-darn-it, I was going to kiss my crush. Would Loki be angry? Yeah. But would he do anything about it? No.

Okay. Yeah he would. Probably blow up Never Land.

But what he didn't know—yet—wouldn't hurt him would it?

Of course, he wasn't the only one I had to worry about now that I kissed Peter. Callie would throw a fit. For years she'd been telling me during our slumber parties that Loki and I were an adorable couple. If she knew I kissed Pan… she'd lock me in a room with Loki for weeks—which wasn't a bad thing, but I had other obligations to attend to and being trapped again wasn't something I would be looking forward to.

Peter's hand on my back pulled me up a little closer to him and my hand in his hair pulled him a little further down, pressing our faces together harder.

Oh my gosh, I was dizzy. Right in that moment, my boyfriend was the last thing on my mind, and I wanted Peter. Holy Hannah, I wanted him. I knew I couldn't have him because technically I was taken, but right in the moment, I was all his. And he was all mine.

Of course, at that moment, Felix had to walk in and ruin the moment. "We have a situation," the slow-talking teenager remarked. I felt Peter's hands slacken. He very nearly dropped me. I'm glad he didn't, because as fun as it was, dancing had put a strain on my almost-okay scab and if I'd hit the ground in that moment, it probably would have torn open, and I didn't want to spend any more time in that bed than I absolutely had to.

But he stood me up without having me use any core muscles and took my hand. "It's time for you to see the camp properly anyway," he told me, pulling me along behind him and his lieutenant.

My little spot of jungle where the bed was sat a mere twenty feet from the compound and through a tiny curtain of broad green leaves. As we made the extremely short journey, my eyes bored into Felix's back, like I was daring him to judge me just to have an excuse to smash his nose a little deeper into his head. And maybe that was what I was doing. To be honest, I'm not sure anymore.

Steve

I was sitting on the sofa in Callie's apartment, watching her worry. She'd slightly calmed down—slightly—in the past few days, but she was still pretty tense. Everything I did seemed to have no effect. And I suppose I can understand that. I mean, Cass was her first friend here. She knew Cass before she knew me. She knew Cass's favorite colors (but we all knew that by now—they were blue, silver, and orange) before she knew that I had a crush on her. She loved me, but Cass was like a little sister to her. And she had told me many times that family was one of the things you fought the hardest for. Like I didn't already know that.

Don't… tell her I said that.

I sat her down on the floor (on a pillow) and sat on the sofa behind her. With my thumbs I started to massage the worry-knots from her shoulders. When she tried to get up or move to pace again I'd pull her back down and keep moving. Slowly she slouched, relaxing.

Suddenly she jerked ramrod straight like someone had strapped a broom to her back. "JARVIS, pull up the medical scan Tony did of Cass when she twisted her ankle last summer," she ordered. A vague outline of Cass and her innards was projected into midair. "Okay, now pull up the scan Tony did of Loki when Cass saved him from the bus." A taller image with similar coloring (blues, greens, and reds) appeared, looking more like Cass's boyfriend. "Now pull up my medical scan!" Her hologram form shimmered into being.

"Callie… what are you getting at?" I asked.

"TONY!" she shouted, making me jump.

"What?" the genius asked from JARVIS's speakers.

"Ask Loki to meet us in the lab, I just thought of something!" she said. Dragging me up and to the elevator, her eyes were on fire with some new idea I was still too shocked to ask about. What was going on again? What was she thinking?

"Callie…?" I started.

She shushed me.

The elevator opened with a pleasant ding on the lab level—about ten up from Callie and Cass's floor—to reveal Tony and Loki already there. Callie rushed to the billionaire and grabbed his shoulders—probably more to make her point that to scare him. "You used magic to find Cass and I once. Try and do it again to find her now!" she said. Tony carefully rubbed his eyes and gently removed her hands.

"Cal," he started. "I already tried. She's not on the planet—even if she is, she's not in this dimension."

"No! No! No!" she protested. "Don't you see? JARVIS! Those scans from a minute ago, please!" The three figures showed up. "Look! Look at the heart and brain in Cass and Loki, and then look at my heart and brain!" she instructed the genius and the demigod while I watched on, dumbfounded and lost. What was she getting at?

"Callie, those are false-color images. Yours and my hearts aren't really purple and Cass's isn't really yellow," Loki said gently.

Callie ran her hand through her hair. "I know that!" she snapped. "Normal human hearts are red on a scan like this. Loki's can be purple because he's a Frost Giant and he's cold, but I'm human and mine is purple too! And Cass' is yellow! Don't you see? That's where our abilities lie! In our hearts and brains! Loki's and mine are purple because our powers are Yggdrasil-based! But Cass's is independent. We just need someone with a yellow heart in a scan to find her! They'll have the same kind of magic or powers or whatever!"

"Okay. We'll try. But I can't make any guarantees. I'll scan the team now, and then talk to Fury—see if he's made any medical scans with yellow hearts."

"Thank you!" Callie exclaimed. She threw her arms around Tony in a quick hug. Turning back to me, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me back to the elevator. I sighed, but didn't know if I dared say anything. When she was happy about something, nothing would get her down.

"What if this doesn't work?" I asked tentatively.

"It will. There is no way in Yggdrasil that Cass is the only one on Earth with a yellow heart on a medi scan."

"Possibly. But you still have to remember that there are seven billion other people who live outside this Tower," I pointed out. My Callie scratched her eyebrow with her right index finger and sighed like we were in some cartoon and thought I was some exasperating child or ignorant fool who knew nothing about the world. Okay. That last one was half true.

"Yes, there are seven billion people, but SHIELD keeps track of people with powers."

"SHIELD didn't know diddly-squat about you or Cass's abilities. Tony found you."

"Technically Tony's a consultant of SHIELD," Callie informed me in a superior tone. I rolled my eyes. She just grinned, giggled, and gave me a kiss on the cheek as we reached the floor she and Cass shared.

"That doesn't mean he shares all of his information with them."

"Touché." Had I really stumped her? No. Not at all. If there was one thing I learned from my relationship with her it was that she hardly ever ran out of things to say. Which could get slightly irritating. But I loved her all the more for it. Her quirks added spunk to her beauty and everything was wrapped up all in one wonderful human being who I never wanted to part with for the rest of my life. And since I'd already lived for ninety-some-odd years, I had many more to look forward to with my stunning girl who never ceased to dazzle me. "You're thinking dramatic thoughts I can tell," she remarked. My eyebrows scrunched.

"Huh?" I asked—rather eloquently I might add.

"You're making the same face you made when you gave me a Ring Pop and dramatically proposed to take me to Tony and Pepper's wedding," she retorted. The event in question happened about three years ago when Callie and I got together (also Loki and Cass, but this is my brain here).

End Note: So... yeah! There's chapter 13!

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

~Cass