Peter curls up in a dark alley, rain soaking his clothes. Hook steps quietly, leaving a backpack of food and warm clothes.

Peter looks up, suspicious. “You didn’t have to…”

Hook shrugs, avoiding his eyes. “Consider it… a loan. Don’t get used to it.”

Peter smirks anyway. “I’ll remember this, Captain.”

And for the first time, they share a bond built not on chasing or mischief, but on quiet trust in a world that barely notices them.