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I replied to something earlier saying this but I feel like addressing it in more detail because this moment in tgm is so important to me I have at least 4 hc wips about it
so yall know when hangman and rooster were facing off in the bar and rooster said āhangman the only place youāll lead anyone is an early graveā yeah?
it didnāt seem like just a surface comment to me because the way hangman paused, taken aback like he was having flashbacks to an accident or something
And the way everyone who already knew him before the uranium mission looked down or away, and the way they all went silent like theyād heard rumours and that was their confirmation? yeah somethings clearly up with that.
It makes me think that he experienced something very similar to maverick with goose, like maybe he lost a WSO in training or a mission and thatās why he flies solo & leaves everyone in the dust now. He doesnāt want to chance getting close to someone and then loosing them because of a mistake he feels like he made, even if there was nothing to suggest that it was his fault - a bit like how maverick was scared to engage again after goose since he didnāt want to risk getting caught in another jetstream. And he leaves everyone āhangingā since that way he can put himself directly into the danger zone first so if thereās any unexpected troubles, itās him whoās hit first, not the people heās flying with. Because that way theyāre warned and if heās shot down, whatās the damage? Himself and a jet - the navy can just build another one and thereās no shortage of potential pilots that could take his place.
But everyone else just thinks heās a cocky asshole who wants all the glory - so hangmanās happy to hide behind that mask, perfecting it so well over the years that it basically becomes who he is, Jake gets locked away for no one to see. A bit like how ice built his entire reputation, personality and career around his callsign, so much so that he became infamous for being ice cold no mistakes and the person that is just Tom was entirely forgotten. Even if thatās not what the callsign āIcemanā originally came from (but thatās another hc for later)
The callsign hangman probably started out as meaning something entirely different when Jake got it but he managed to twist the meaning over time.
SEE?? Paybacks face drops and he turns to look at his WSO with what could be a āshut upā look, Bob looks down solemnly, so does Phoenix - Coyote drops his bottle from his mouth and hangman looks like heās trying not to visibly flinch.
SOMETHING CLEARLY HAPPENED HERE AND THATS THE HILL I WILL DIE ON
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Good Wife
Written by @saltsicklover on Tumblr and @starsrfun on A03 Song Inspiration Good WifeĀ by MIKA Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell
Content Warnings: Religious Themes, blood, death, loneliness, grief, all hurt no comfort (unless I finally sit down and write part two). Pete has abandonment issues, and daddy issues, and just so many issues. Takes place roughly 1996.
Thanks for being here, and happy reading!
God takes up the same space in Pete āMaverickā Mitchellās mind as his father does. This isnāt to say that Pete views his father as a God. In fact, Duke Mitchell was the breathing definition of the concept: each generation from Adam and Eve gets further from Godās image. That doesnāt exactly put Pete in the best place as his fatherās son. This being true, at least to some, does not negate the fact that God and Duke Mitchell are inexplicably linked in the mind of Pete Mitchell.Ā
They, Duke Mitchell and God, serve as an altar to place blame at; like a carcass at their feet left to rot and fester. If Peteās inability to attend the academy was a fresh dead rabbit- fur stained dark with spilled blood as the flesh was splayed open (as if one could see the pain actualizing in the spaces between itās ribs) then Duke Mitchellās memory has been cast in bronze, his hard lines turning a weeping teal as he accepts the flayed offering with nothing more than continued servitude.Ā
Peteās greatest sacrifice to God himself was his best friend. An offering not given, instead ripped from Peteās life in a way that still echoes through himā hollow. Over the rippling ocean, alive, to then be consumed by the salt of the waves turning wine dark with blood. The pair stranded in the current, white foam washing over them with nothing left to do but drift. Their Nomex green suits weighed down by the bloody salty mixture of the sea; Peteās white knuckle grip on the straps of his best friendās parachute the only thing keeping them together. There was no life left in Nick then. When they were finally raised into the rescue chopper, Nick's limp body went first, turning in the wind as the waves continued to try and take Pete under. This was the first time he was truly and utterly alone. Pete had a realization then and it crashed into him harder than the waves ever could: God likes his offerings bloody too. The salt of the ocean and of his tears were nothing more than a garnish on top of an already perfect atonement.Ā Ā
Pete continued to sacrifice at their altar for the next ten years. From cutting his instruction at Top Gun short (two months was about fifty days too long for him) to shitty oversea placements as retribution. Small, forgotten islands in the East Sea of Japan became home. Detachments where he shared tiny barracks rooms with other pilots and seamen alike. Those felt lonelier than life on a carrierā at least with the bunk rotations, Pete could convince himself he was sharing a bed with another. The scent of sweat and cologne stuck to the rubber mattresses and it did its best to starve off Maverickās long-haul feeling of emptiness. God, he was fucking lonely.Ā
Things got worse when he ended up back stateside. Though he should have been thankful, one slip up of offering his new phone number to his best friendās widow meant that his old cronies were ringing off the hook. Carol meant well in giving out that number, she really did. She figured Pete to be a lonely man whose sole purpose was to fly for the Navy, and while she hit the nail on the head with that, it didnāt mean Pete took too kindly to the near constant droning of the phone.Ā
What hurt more was that Tom didnāt call.Ā
Ron Kerner called regularly, and so did Carol, always wanting the latest gossip about his life, his unit, the base, anything they could get Maverick to divulge to them now that phone calls didnāt cost them a dollar a minute to make.Ā Ā
Marcus Williams called once too, his voice still holding that tilt that suggested that it was in fact Sundown he was talking to. He let him know of some shit he heard coming down the line from his base in Texas. Though it was true, Marcus used the call to check in on Pete, too. Ending the call, a bit less Sundown and a bit more Marcus, he left Pete with the standard weāll talk soon though soon never quite comes at the speed they suggest it will.Ā
Thatās the thing with Aviatorsā they always toe the line between themselves and their call signs like a silly nickname could cover up the fact that they actually care. Pete doesnāt let himself think about when Marcus slipped into the call.Ā
Ron calls again, and then Bradley, Carolās son, starts to phone Pete himself. Peteās answering machine is filled with questions about how to talk to girls and stories about just how hard it is to be thirteen. Pete does his best to return the calls and answer the questions. He loves talking to Bradley and the older he gets, the better Pete has become at ignoring the hollow feeling in his chest when he does.Ā
He still cries, sometimes. Usually after Bradley has called and asked to hear about his father, again. Itās been like this for years and Pete still has stories the young boy hasnāt heard. Oneās heās saving for when heās a bit older, a bit wiser, a bit more like his dad. At least thatās what he tells himself, instead he might be saving them for days when he himself is a bit stronger, a day where his voice wonāt break and crackle across the phone line, a day when Pete can finally think about that day without being overtaken by nausea.Ā
Those tears come with a choked out sobā Pete may as well be kneeling at the marble base of Godās altar instead of sitting on the cold kitchen tile, his back pressed to the linoleum of the cabinets.Ā
And still, Tom doesnāt call.Ā
Maybe it wouldnāt hurt so much if Pete could rip the memory of the Layton Mission from the gray matter of his brain. Itās not so much the battle that gets him, either, that gets to Pete late at night when heās tucked away beneath his sheetsā or when heās doing preflight checks, or drinking after work, the memory is always there.Ā
Instead, that memory, the blond man and his shark-snap grin, is almost on constant replay in the back of his mind. That damn death grip of a handshake that led to the pair coming together, their orbits finally close enough to send them colliding into each other. It was all hard pats on the back and smiles so big their cheeks hurt.Ā
At the time he convinced himself it was just the adrenalin of realizing he was still alive. Still breathing and standing on dry land with his wingman in tow. Then, as they stood toe to toe, embraced in each other's arms as much as their gear would allow all sweat soaked and satiated just by being alive, Peteās life shifted. It was a small shift, almost imperceivably so. But, he felt it deep within his very being. The memory of Tomās body heat radiating into him caused a feeling of heat somewhere stuck between his heart and his stomach. In a way, Pete convinced himself it was that same sort of heat, only this time it was his body creating the feeling instead of another. But truth be told, it was all Tomās doing, even if neither of them realized it.Ā
In the coming days after, he rode the high of survival, letting it carry him all the way to his new posting with a fever and a confidence that was simply too Maverick to be ignored. Then as the day became more routine, the excitement of life dulling back out to a saturation of normalcy, Pete began to notice the feeling⦠that feeling where he knew there was something missing, hanging just beyond his reach. His world had shifted again, this time going unnoticed and it left him craving. That knowing heat no longer stuck in his abdomen, now seemingly akin to void.Ā
It wasnāt the same hollowness that came with the thought of Nick, or the guilt that panged against the walls of that empty space inside himself when Bradley sounded just a bit too much like his father. No, this was different all together.Ā
That made him cry too; he chalked it up to an attempted expiation, though he wasnāt sure if God or his father were receptive to that sort of thing. His amends on Earth were as completed as grief and time would allow.
These tears were something else entirely. And still, Tom didnāt call.Ā
Itās not quite like Pete expected Tom to call. After all, they went their separate ways after Layton. Pete turned right back around while Tom turned his gaze forward. But sometimes, in the heat of the jet, or while he flies down the highway, tires squealing in the way his lungs felt the need to, Maverick swore he could feel Tomās back pressed up against his own. Maybe thatās just how it goes when two become linked in such a way- the trauma bond starving off a war before it starts- to then lead life 180 degrees from one another. Ghosts of memories with the knowledge that they have your six in the same way that you have theirs. Phantoms of a bond that lasts not because you want it to, but because it has to despite it all.Ā
Pete has never tried to call Tom, either.Ā
It might be something in the way that theyāve always spent their lives halfway to heaven that makes the fact that Tom Kazansky could be- is- standing rain soaked and unannounced on Peteās front porch less of an unheard of possibility and more like an answered prayer. The rain itself is not unusual for the season but Tomās presence is, and the look he wears plastered to his brow in the same way his hair is, is even stranger.Ā
And in that halfway to heaven part of their lives- both in the way that they spend their time in jets racing towards the bend of the Earth and the sky that might just give way to the heavens if they could reach it, and the way that they knew all too well how quickly a jet could claim a life- thatās where Pete first let him imagine a moment like this. A moment where Tom might step through the front door of his house- of their house- after one of those long and grueling missions. A moment where Pete might be able to wrap his hand gently around the back of Tomās neck and pull, their lips meeting in the middle. Whispered āthank god your homeā and āIāve missed youā shared between them presses of their lips. The images swirled in his brain, thoughts he knows better than to entertain but they themselves are so sticky sweet with endearment that he canāt help but give into their warm glow. In another life where the world was different or he was someone else. He wouldāve been such a good wife.Ā
But now, Pete is still himself, and Tom is still standing under the cover of his porch dripping water onto his welcome mat.Ā Tom looks a little thinner, and more worse for wear than Peteās ever seen him, but fuck he still looks good. His eyes wander over Tomās body, taking in the way his clothes stick to his skin. Light wash jeans now dark, the thick fabric hugged to his thighs. White t-shirt basically see-thru now, his abs just visible in the amber buzzing of the porch light. The button down shirt framing the thick outline of his shoulders did nothing to help Tom in the rain, but Pete canāt help but let his eyes linger on the curves of muscle Tom has there.Ā
Tom lets Pete look, his words sitting thick on his tongue. Tom had an entire monologue planned out, from beginning to end, mapped out on his walk over. It was a few miles after all, from base to Peteās front door. Tom has always been an analytical man, thought out and sure of himself, but all that faded to the background as soon as Pete pulled open his front door. So, Tom lets him look.Ā
He looks, too. Not that Pete noticed the way his friendās eyes wandered over his own body. In nothing but jeans, wrinkled and worn, left undone like Pete had pulled them on just to answer the door. Theyāre zipped but the button hangs open. Thereās no waistband hidden underneath, just a line of dark brown hair that leads down his abs and disappears behind the brass teeth of the zipper.Ā
Tomās eyes are angled low enough, that in the light of the half dead bulb, he appears to be keeping his eyes strictly to the ground. Heās not, but again, what Pete doesnāt know wonāt hurt him. As that thought crosses Tomās mind again, his stomach twists a little.Ā
āIce⦠What the-ā
āFuck itās good to see you,ā
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I finally got around to watching Top Gun: Maverick and I cannot stop thinking about wtf could have happened between Rooster and Hangman to make them Like That. Like there's no way Rooster got into Top Gun by playing things as safe as he does in the film (bro was a full minute late on an exercise that was supposed to last three minutes max come on now) so clearly something happened to him after Top Gun that has him spooked. And Hangman is definitely an asshole to everyone but something truly bizarre happens to him whenever Rooster is around in that he says words in an order that have never been spoken by another human being like the guy fully forgets how to be a person the second Rooster walks into the room. Also Rooster's first words to this man after presumably years apart are "You look good" with just so much tension so clearly there's some kind of history there and if the movie refuses to tell me I can only assume they had a rivals to lovers arc during their Top Gun era that ended horribly after a mission went wrong and then they pulled a Parent Trap where Rooster got Phoenix in the divorce and Hangman got Coyote
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Going insane this is my new favorite thing ever
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All right. So I rewatched Top Gun: Maverick yesterday and I had some quite angsty realisation that I have to share with all of you. You are welcome.
You remember in TG:M, how Mav tended to speak to himself when flying? Little pep talk such as "Come on Mav", "Let's try not to get fired at the very first day Maverick", "You've got this Mav"?
Well, if memory serves me right, he didn't do that in the first movie.
Why's that?
My take on this is: The person(s) used to exchange the talk, the encouragement, the quip, the endearment with him, poking fun at each other while watching each other's six, are either dead or dying.
"You've got this".
("You've got this, kid." Duke Mitchell smiled to his son.)
"Let's turn and burn."
("Let's turn and burn, Mav!" Goose shouted excitedly behind him in an F-14.)
"Let's try not to get fired at the first day."
("Let's try not to get fired at the very first day as instructors, huh, Maverick?" Ice shook his head with resigned fondness.)
"Come on!"
("Come on Mav!" Goose swung an arm around his shoulder, his voice warm and kind.)
"You've got this".
("I've got you. I've got you, babe." Ice whispered and tightened the embrace while Maverick clutched his lover to his body.)
So he had to say all of those to himself, to pretend that all of them were still with him, to bring all of them all the way across the ocean, the wind, and the sky.
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I had the goddamned strangest dream which led to a weird story idea but I have no clue if I'll ever get around to writing it:
TimeTravel!AU where post Layton IceMav end up back in time in WWII, and after convincing the US that they're not spies (Ice: I'm a goddamned Polish Jew you think I'd willingly spy for the Axis? Interrogator: That's fair) they convince the Navy to let them fly for them.
It's a little rocky at first, having to get used to much slower aircraft, but once Ice and Mav settle in, they're deadly. Their kill counts quickly soar past Ace to Ace-of-Aces, with whoever is in the top spot swapping dogfight to dogfight.
It takes three years for the Luftwaffe to finally take out the two deadliest pilots to ever fly, sacrificing 20 of their brand new jet fighters to bring them down, losing over half in the process.
Iceman and Maverick wake back up in the future and finally understand why everyone had always compared them to the legendary WWII pilots 'Blizzard' and 'Wild Thing'.
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Viperās Mitchell bets
Jester: Mike there is no way little Mitchell will win the Trophy, not with Iceman being here.
Viper: Heās Dukeās boy Rick, donāt underestimate him.
Jester: ā¦Itās because of that stunt he pulled with the MiGs, isnāt it?
Viper: Little shit lost me a bet to his dead father, no way Iām going to watch him lose.
Jester: Duke seriously bet on his sonās style of flying?
Viper: Motherfucker knew his son was just as insane as he was. Christ, makes you wonder where his motherās education went.
#top gun#pete maverick mitchell#duke mitchell#mike viper metcalf#duke Mitchell was just as crazy as his son#maybe even worse#Maverick is a pain in the ass#but we love him#we love them all
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something Iāve been thinking about for a whileā¦..iceman and his rise through the ranks! Then I saw this ref (under the cut) which I thinkā¦. @calkale reblogged once? And itās been in my photos since then, just waiting!
hope you guys like this :)) alt version and ref under the cut!


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I'm... sorry.
This was inspired by a gif of a Screen Test between Paul Newman and James Dean joking around saying "Kiss me", with the other responding "Can't here." They were, however, not envolved romantically, and it was really just a joke. I saw that and thought of these two, and how different their reaction would be.
I can kind of see Mav trying to joke around with the pain to hide it, but Ice isn't the type to do that and for him it just... hurts.
Shout out to @iiceman for (unintentionally) pushing me to finish this piece by recommending the song Hands to Heaven by Breathe! Seriously, go listen to it. It's so Icemav coded.
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Looking for a Top Gun Fanfiction
Hey, does anyone know the fic where Jake is in the hangar and Mav hugs him and comforts him by rubbing circles on his arm and Jake is asking what is he doing and Mav says seems like putting you to sleep, and Jake says he has to stay awake or else his sleep schedule would get messed up and they fix the plane together and Bradley was there to bring Jake water and check the breakers/electrical wiring of the plane and Mav may or may not said something about Bradley being his father's son and Jake may or may not have come to the hangar to apologize,,,, pretty sure he was invited tho and even double checked the directions to make sure he's in the right place
Please send help this fic is consuming my mind and I need to reread it and I can't find it
Thanks
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Ice watched as Mav's smile started to get rarer and rarer. How the bounce in his step was replaced by even strides. How Mav's laughs started being replaced by bone-deep sighs. How going out for drinks became a more quiet affair.
One day, Mav just rested his forehead on Ice's shoulder. Ice instinctively wrapping him up in his arms, pulling him close to his chest.
"I'm tired, Ice, I'm so tired," Mav muttered against his collarbone.
Ice didn't know what to say but hold Mav tighter.
Dear god, don't let him be like me.
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Hangman was always compared to Iceman while at Top Gun. He pulls of stunts with perfect precision. Gets along well with the upper brass. Natural leader during dire situations.
His instructors all agree that he'll go up the ranks.
Hangman, however, he wanted to be more like Maverick.
He wanted to be able to fly outside the box, push himself and the plane to it's limits.
Because when worst comes to worst, technical precision will not be enough. However, creativity? Especially finding creativity within a technical field requires a different kind of mastery.
Maybe if he tried had tried hard enough to develop that kind of mastery his wingman wouldn't have been shot down.
Mission was deemed a success, they concluded that he did not make any mistakes.
("You did everything you could, son," the admiral said setting the briefing papers aside. "Your actions were deemed the best course of events given the circumstances, you made no mistakes given the circumstances."
Only because none of us were able to think of a better alternative.
"Of course, sir." Hangman simply said.
No mistakes given the circumstances isn't enough. And it won't bring a dead man back to life.)
He tried to be better, but in the process made Hangman the name of someone untrustworthy, the name of the executioner.
(It's fine. When it matters, I'll be able to complete the mission and they'll be able to go home.)
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Hangman wasn't chosen as Dagger 2. Maverick named him spare.
He didn't want to think about the implications of The Maverick not choosing him. Although, he doesn't blame him.
His job was straightforward, fly in fast, and provide air support. Cool. Precise. No mistakes.
Target locked. Fire.
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He stepped forward to meet Admiral Kazansky.
"You disobeyed orders," the man said looking him up and down.
"Yes, sir."
"Do you regret it?"
"Not when it saved the lives of my team," Hangman said meeting his eyes. "We may all be rivals, but at the end of the day we all want everyone to come back alive."
Admiral Kazansky didn't respond, simply staring at Hangman, and Hangman didn't avert his gaze. The silence stretched until he could hear the static of electricity from the walls.
Admiral Kazansky chuckled as he shook his head, "You're just like Maverick." Kazansky looked the younger man in the eye, "you put your whole heart and soul in your flying."
#jake hangman seresin#top gun#pete maverick mitchell#mavdad#tom iceman kazansky#ice pops#dadmiral#mavdad is the best dad
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Top Gun AU Idea -- Jake is Mav's son and grew up in foster care.
Jake only has a beat up picture of his dad and that his name was "Pete". He didn't know his mother at all, not even his birth certificate. He was abandoned and whoever abandoned him made sure that his lineage would never be traced.
He figured out who his father was during his first time in Top Gun.
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.
He also found out that his father was married to the COMPACFLT.
He didn't need a father anymore, right? And he wouldn't want to break up a family in his desperate attempt to maybe gain one. His father probably didn't know he existed. Hell, his father could even be the one that abandoned him (although why he would leave the picture makes that theory unlikely).
However, he did want to meet the one of the Navy's top pilots. It's all professional curiousity.
(He was in the same profession as his father, aviation is in his blood.)
He will become the best.
Maybe he'd meet Maverick once he's on top.
During his first air combat kill, Iceman was the one to shake his hand. The admiral gave him a clap on his shoulder and congratulated him.
The mission occured.
As a person, Maverick was not who he expected him to be.
As a pilot, Maverick was the best.
He was numb when Maverick and Rooster were shot down.
He never felt more alive and scared when he pushed his jet to save them.
He turned and walked away when he saw Rooster and Maverick hug it out, confirming his suspicions during training.
Rooster was Maverick's son, in every way that matters.
Blood doesn't matter, heck there isn't even a blood test that proves that Jake was his son. Only a battered photo with scripted handwriting.
Jake should let go.
After the mission, Dagger squad becomes a permanent squadron with Maverick as team leader.
Maverick got along with every single Dagger just fine, but there was an awkwardness between Hangman and himself that neither knew how to bridge. Mav never did know how to act around people who was just like himself.
Maverick acts paternal and caring to everybody, especially Bradley, and Jake had to swallow the growing jealousy (I don't need him, I don't need him, I don't need--). Why did everyone get a family and a Mav that would look their way for more than 10 seconds?
Why did Rooster get everything he ever wanted?
What did he do or not do that made him deserve this crippling feeling of jealousy and loneliness?
#top gun#fanfic#jake hangman seresin#pete maverick mitchell#mavdad#tom iceman kazansky#bradley rooster bradshaw#angst#word vomit very very word vomitty I kinda want to make it better but I dont have the time so have this word vomit of angst#but yeah in this AU Mav is Jake's dad but he doesnt know and the mother gave Jake up and managed to erase herself from existance
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Everyone's dying to meet me...
(Destroyer of Worlds, song by Coyote Kid)
Oh, to be Mav still drowning with the ghosts of the people he loves... Still drowning in the guilt that plagues him, making him believe that all of them were his fault....
If requested, I might post my process behind the stylization choices and meaning behind the artistic liberties taken. I took notes, in case anyones interested!
#top gun#icemav#pete maverick mitchell#carole bradshaw#nick goose bradshaw#duke mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#mama mitchell
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Spreading my Vipapa agenda with a sketch sheet of him and little Petey
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hes not impressed
#poor viper and jester lmao#pete maverick mitchell#mike viper metcalf#top gun#vipapa needs an advil and a 60yr nap#vipapa
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Hi TG Fandom!Ā
Okay so, I want us to imagine a world where Goose doesn't die, where the good luck that has followed Maverick his entire life is enough to save them both.Ā
Maverick, who has miraculously survived the craziest things over the years and continues to do so. He was soloing under a lucky star long before Ice became his guardian angel.Ā
Imagine they go through Iceās jetwash the same as before and they go into a flat spin, Maverick is pinned down and can't get his hands free, Goose has to eject them, but his fingers are slipping, fumbling before he finally yanks down on the cords. The canopy gets sucked in too close to the body of the jet with the position they're in, it can't clear completely and Goose screams blindly because he knows heās going to die.Ā
He knows he's going to collide with the canopy, but instead he feels like he's curled into a person.Ā
Itās too warm and all he sees is a flash of dark hair and scared green eyes in the chaos. Mav, what? He's horrified that Mav is somehow in his arms, did their chutes get tangled? He doesn't understand. But he fumbles his hand up, grabbing Mavās tags just in time for the canopy to collide with Mavās back. Goose screams until heās suddenly in the water, he's lost time and there's something clutched in his hand. But Mav grabs him, drags him up on his chest.Ā
āWeāre okay, Goose! Weāre okay!ā
And they are okay.Ā
They get out completely unscathed and itās only when they're on deck, shivering like wet rats, that Goose finally opens his hand. Itās a pair of dog tags ā kind of. They're old, and barnacles have grown on the metal and stuck both tags together. It doesn't make sense.Ā
Mav looks at him like he's lost his marbles when he mentions how their chutes tangled up.Ā
He feels like he's nuts. But when Goose shows the tags to Viper in the base hospital and tells him what happened, the hardened old man seems to crumple before his eyes.Ā
Itās only then that Goose notices a class ring, an USNA class ring dangling from that crusted chain. Thereās no stone, but he would recognize it anywhere. Mav⦠Mav didn't go to the Academy.Ā
āSir?ā Goose asks.Ā
Viper just mutely shows him the tags, the barnacles peeled away to reveal a notch and the words:Ā

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