#Mustang Hangar

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🦸‍♂️🦃 Altom Bradner Meet-cute 🦃🦸‍♂️

Lieutenant-Commander Tom Hudner-Seresin is on shore leave in Cannes, France, with his unit. His best friend and wingman Jesse Brown has managed to secure invitations to the Cannes Film Festival.  

The unit spends all night gawking at the celebrities from the movie industry and gossiping about them. They’re just having fun before an important and dangerous mission.

Tom and Jesse are at the bar talking about Jesse’s family and Tom’s old-fashioned flirting skills. Jesse teases his friend and jokingly states his seducing techniques won’t get him some action for the night. Tom accepts the challenge.

“Bet you $20 you can’t get carnal knowledge - of anyone - on the premises, with your supposedly mad skills.”

*

Tom cannot back down from a challenge.

He surveys the room before his eyes fall upon a curly-dark-brown-haired man on his lonesome, nursing a glass of wine.

Pretty cute curls ahoy! Tom’s coming for you!

*

Jesse watches his friend approaching the stranger man with purposeful steps and a charming smile. He sees Tom talking to him, no doubt using his pitiful attempt at magic trick. The guy seems a bit stunned at first, but quickly drags his eyes over Tom’s body, a smirk slowly appearing on his face.

Curly One motions to Tom to sit down beside him.

They talk all evening.

These two men are secluded in their bubble, the outside world completely forgotten.

At some point, for reasons unknown to Jesse, Tom hand kisses the stranger’s hand…

Mission accomplished.

Tom’s just won the bet even though it must be the farthest thing on his mind right now.

Jesse smiles at his friend. And makes a waiter serve them a drink, with a note for Tom.

Mission accomplished. You’ve just had carnal knowledge of someone on the premises… The night’s still young though… 😉 I’ll see you at cockcrow tomorrow, T. Your devoted wingman, Lovingly and Forever your brother.

*

Tom and Pretty Cute Curls do spend the night together. They savour it. They treasure this one-time thing.

Except...

Is it?

*

Post-mission. Tom has just lost his best friend and wingman. He has to accept rewards and medals for a successful mission, but Tom is heartbroken and mourns for his brother in arms.

He decides to spend his long-term leave in San Diego, where his baby brother and sister live.

*

At the same time, Pretty Cute Curls decides to spend some time with his family after two exhausting years of movie producing and parading all over the world to promote his movies.

He needs a break.

Oh yeah, Al Bradshaw is coming back to the nest!

*

The Bradshaw Brood

The Brood & Herd Siblings

[luxu1230]

Alternate universe in which Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky Lives and Jake and Bradley are finally in a relationship after the mission and the dagger squad is a permanent squad.

So everyone knows MaverickandIceman and MaverickandRooster but everyone was surprised about TomandJake.

So we all saw the scene in which Mav and Rooster work on his P-1 Mustang. So imagine Rooster, Mav, Iceman and Hangman are at the hangar and the plane is finally flight worthy. So Mav and Rooster take it up for a flight which leaves Hangman and Iceman in the hangar at first it's awkward and quiet.

Then Hangman spots the 'The Photo Wall' and looks at it and then suddenly Iceman is explaining every picture to him and well that's when the conversation finally starts.

So when Mav and Rooster get back they're surprised to see them conversing.

But then it doesn't stop.

At the house.

At the hangar.

At the Base.

They always seemed to be talking.

So when Rooster and Hangman finally got married so one was surprised when Tom walked Jake down the isle.

[gunsandspaceships]

MCU Timeline: Captain Marvel

Over the centuries - war between the Kree civilization and the Skrulls.

1946 - launch of the Project PEGASUS.

July 4, 1950 - Nicholas Joseph Fury is born in Huntsville, Alabama.

~1963 - Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau are born.

Note: Calculations are based on the assumption that they were 18 years old when they entered the United States Air Force Academy in September 1981. The age could be different, so it is impossible to say exactly when they were born based on the film alone.

~1967 - Nick Fury graduates from high school and joins the army.

1980s:

Fury retires from the military as a colonel and becomes a spy. He serves in cities beginning with the letter B (Belfast, Bucharest, Belgrade, Budapest).

Kree scientist Mar-Vell takes a group of Skrull refugees and flees with them to Earth. There, she takes the terran name Wendy Lawson and begins work on a light-speed engine to save the Skrulls from the Kree.

June 1985 - Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau graduate from the United States Air Force Academy.

September 24, 1985 - Lieutenants Danvers and Rambo become active US Air Force pilots.

April-May 1986 - Maria Rambeau undergoes training at the USAF Officer School.

Note 1: She was probably a) with Carol; b) training to be a test pilot.

Note 2: I broke my eyes and brains trying to make sense of the dates on this form. Because I can't figure out how September 1985 to 1989 can be 5 years. So I don't know where to put Maria's discharge, in 1989 or 1990 or even 1991.

Between 1986 and 1989 - they join the S.H.I.E.L.D./USAF PEGASUS project as test pilots.

~March 24, 1988 - Fury joins S.H.I.E.L.D.

Note: it is complete BS that Fury is a Level 3 in S.H.I.E.L.D. after 7 years of service, including being a deputy in Bogota and a "friend" of high-ranking politician and Secretary of the DoD Alexander Pierce. He has his own rookie and is about to be promoted to Director! Bad job, Marvel.

June 28, 1988 - Carol and Maria buy tickets to a Guns N' Roses concert.

July 10, 1988 (Sunday), 8 pm - Carol and Maria attend the Guns N' Roses show.

1989:

Dawn - Carol wakes Maria up (as usual).

Danvers and Rambeau race to the base in their Mustang and Camaro, respectively. Danvers cheats by taking a shortcut.

An agitated doctor Lawson meets them in the hangar and attempts to fly the ASIS. Danvers takes the pilot's seat.

~7 am - the two take an unauthorized "test" flight in the light-speed aircraft.

Note: ~7 am is based on Carol's watch at the moment of Mar-Vell's death.

Lawson gives Danvers the coordinates of her secret lab.

As they reach space, they are attacked by Yon-Rogg, who was sent to capture the scientist and take her back to Hala.

ASIS hits the ground. Lawson reveals who she really is to Danvers and attempts to destroy the engine, but Yon-Rogg kills her before she can do so.

Danvers shoots the engine herself, destroying it and absorbing its energy.

She is taken to Hala (the Kree capital). The Kree give her a transfusion of their blue blood (Yon-Rogg's), alter her memories and suppress her powers with a chip implanted in her neck.

Note: The photo is labeled "06/23/1990" but was likely taken during an investigation that could take years.

Between 1989 and September 1991 - Captain Maria Rambeau leaves the Air Force.

1992-1995 - Kree spy Soh-Larr gathers intelligence on Skrull refugees on Torfa.

~September 1995 - Phil Coulson joins S.H.I.E.L.D.

The main events take place in early October 1995 (or, as a second option, in September). For details, see the end of the post.

~October 7, 1995:

120 days since "the last Skrull attack on the Kree".

Early morning on Hala - Danvers, now "Vers", a member of the Kree Starforce, wakes up from a dream with a scene from his past altered by the Kree.

She wakes up her commander Yon-Rogg and invites him to a sparring match.

They fight, but Vers loses control and uses his powers against Yon-Rogg.

He takes her to the Supreme Intelligence, the AI ​​leader of the Kree civilization. The Intelligence allows her to go on a combat mission.

Starforce is sent on a search and rescue mission for the spy Soh-Larr on the "recently invaded by the Skrulls Kree border planet" Torfa.

Ronan the Accuser goes with them to blow up a Skrull stronghold on the planet.

On Torfa, the team is ambushed by Skrulls. Vers is captured by Talos, the Skrull general.

~October 8, 1995:

The Skrulls take Vers onto their ship and study her memories for clues that could help them find Mar-Vell.

They learn that she must be somewhere on planet C-53 (Earth) and set course for it.

Vers frees herself from the bonds and fights the Skrulls.

~5 am in California - After blowing a hole in the ship, she boards one of the shuttles and makes an emergency landing at a Blockbuster Video store in Los Angeles, Earth.

Security guy calls the police.

~7 am - a group of Skrulls led by Talos lands in LA.

Vers calls her team on a landline she modified, telling them her location.

Starforce head to Earth.

LAPD and S.H.I.E.L.D. (Coulson, Fury and his supervisor Keller) arrive.

One of the Skrulls takes on the appearance of Coulson while the real one is collecting evidence inside the store with Agent Keller.

Vers activates her beacon and meets Nick Fury.

Before he arrests her, they are attacked by another skrull.

Vers, Fury, and the fake Coulson pursue the Skrull. Vers fights him on a train, but he manages to escape.

Fury discovers that the real Coulson is still in Blockbuster and the one next to him is a Skrull. They fight, resulting in a car crash, and the Skrull does not survive.

~8-9 am - in the internet cafe, Vers searches for "Pegasus" and "Pancho's Bar" from the memories extracted from her.

She steals some casual clothes and a motorcycle and heads to Pancho's Bar, which is located near Edwards Air Force Base.

Talos knocks out Keller and takes his identity (but forgets his ID).

~10 am - a S.H.I.E.L.D. medical examiner performs an autopsy on the dead Skrull. Talos, posing as Keller, sends Fury to find Vers.

Coulson hands Fury the police report and helps "Keller" to return to Keller's office for the ID.

~12 pm - Vers makes it to Pancho's bar, where Fury is already waiting for her. They talk and prove to each other that they are not Skrulls.

~1 pm - Fury takes her to the Pegasus Project base.

~2 pm - while they are detained by the facility's security, Fury sends a message to Keller-Talos asking for reinforcements.

Fury opens the locked door using the guard's fingerprint, and the two head to the Records Department, meeting Gus the Flerken along the way.

Vers and Fury find Lawson's files and learn that 1) the ASIS light speed engine project was terminated; 2) Lawson was actually a Kree; 3) she died along with her pilot during an unauthorized test flight of the light speed aircraft.

Fury receives a message from "Keller" and leaves Vers. She learns that she was the pilot and calls Yon-Rogg. He tells her that Lawson was an undercover Kree agent named Mar-Vell. Vers tells him that her memories of life on Earth are returning.

3 pm - "Keller" arrives with other agents and accidentally reveals himself to Fury, calling him Nicholas.

Talos attacks Fury in the archives. Vers saves Fury and they escape.

They encounter Coulson, but he lets them go.

Vers takes Fury's pager from him.

They take a quadjet from the hangar and a stowaway, Goose, and head to Louisiana to see Maria Rambeau.

Ronan contacts Starforce and informs them that his part of the operation was a success. He insistently offers to "search and rescue" Vers, but Yon-Rogg brushes him off.

Back at PEGASUS Base, Talos receives the ASIS black box recording and learns that Vers is a Terran who worked with Mar-Vell. He takes Norex and heads to Louisiana as well.

~7 pm - Vers, Fury and Goose reach Louisiana and meet Maria and her daughter Monica.

8 pm - they tell them what's going on, Maria tells Vers what happened that day 6 years ago.

Talos enters the house, now without disguise, and explains himself.

He gives the Terrans the audio file from the ASIS black box, and Carol's memories return.

Talos asks her to help find the energy core (Tesseract) in Mar-Vell's laboratory, and Maria gives her a pep talk.

~9:30 pm - Talos is informed that the laboratory is not on Earth, but in orbit.

~10 pm - Norex, a Skrull scientist and engineer, begins work on adapting the quadjet for space travel.

Carol and Monica persuade Maria to take the co-pilot's seat.

~October 9, 1995:

Monica changes the colors of Carol's battle suit to red, blue, and gold.

Her grandparents take her to their home until Maria returns.

Carol, Maria, Fury, Talos, and Goose head to the lab, leaving Norex to pose as Vers for Yon-Rogg.

~7 am - Yon-Rogg reaches Maria's house and kills Norex after he fails an identity check. He calls Ronan to bomb the Earth.

~8 am - The Terrans and Talos find Mar-Vell's lab, which is also an Imperial Kree cruiser full of Skrull refugees. Talos is reunited with his family.

The reunion is interrupted by the arrival of Starforce, who capture everyone on board.

Danvers is brought before the Supreme Intelligence. She gets rid of the Kree implant that was suppressing her powers, and breaks free.

Goose swallows the Tesseract.

The Battle at Mar-Vell's Laboratory that ended in the Mojave Desert.

Maria kills Minn-Erva in a dogfight.

Ronan and the other Accusers arrive and launch ballistic warheads towards Earth. Carol destroys them all in mid-air and then blows up one of the Accusers' ships. Ronan decides to retreat.

Danvers sends Yon-Rogg, who has crashed on Earth, back to Hala with a message.

Goose scratches Fury's eye.

Night - back at Maria's house, Carol promises the Skrulls she will find them a new home and asks Fury to hide the Tesseract on Earth. She also gives him a pager she upgraded for him so he can call her if needed.

~A couple of days later, mid-October, 1995 - Carol and the Skrulls leave Earth.

~Second half of October 1995:

Fury eventually loses his scratched eye. He returns to duty, working on his idea for the Protector Initiative at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Los Angeles office when Coulson brings him prosthetic eyes to choose from. Fury looks through Maria and Carol's USAF files and decides to name the Initiative after Carol's USAF call sign.

Goose, who stayed with Fury, throws the Tesseract up on his desk.

Why October (or September):

The Official Timeline book and Fandom Wiki timeline tell us that the main events of the movie take place in the summer of 1995. Indeed, we see some indications of this in the film, such as this calendar in Maria's office that says "June":

However, other evidence tells us that it cannot be summer:

The yellow notice says, "Effective November 1, 1995." In the summer months, this may be too early.

Look at the posters:

The newest shows announced in mid-September, those announcing shows in July and August, are the oldest on the wall and are already covered with many more recent announcements.

The advertisement for the Smashing Pumpkins' 1995 album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness could not have been posted on the wall in the summer of 1995, as the album's recording was completed in August and the album itself was released in October.

While trying to convince her mother to go on the mission with Carol, Monica mentions The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (1:16:10), which began Season 6 on September 18, 1995 (and I couldn't find any VHS of that show, so Monica is most probably referring to watching the season on TV when it aired). The full moon in September was before September 18, and the full moon in October was on the 8th, which fits well.

So Maria might want to turn a few pages on her calendar (though that happens to all of us sometimes, doesn't it?).

MCU Timelines: Phases One and Two MCU Timeline: Black Widow MCU Timeline. Captain America: Civil War MCU Timeline: Doctor Strange MCU Timeline: GotG 2

[topgunhappilyeverafter]

Even If You Fold The Paper Wrong Your Paper Airplane Is Still Gonna Fly To Me

By: @jakekazansky | Lovehatress

For: @yeah-w-r-i-t-e | yeah_w_r_i_t_e

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Rating: T

Word count: 2,051

Summary: Mav paced back and forth across the back patio, fingers tapping against his jeans. His phone lay on the coffee table sat in front of the couch where Tom sat reading the Sunday paper.

“Mav, honey, you gotta call him. He’s not gonna say no.”

“How do you know that, Tom? It’s only been a few months since we finally talked. Sure, he’s been coming to the hangar to help work on the mustang and we get dinner once a week but that doesn’t mean he’ll say yes.”

Mav has an important question to ask Bradley. He hopes he says yes.

COLLECTION

[snapghoul]

I'm loving this extended Tom Cruise Universe you're building with Top Gun and Mission Impossible. It's just so much fun!!

Do you have any thoughts about Ethan and Bradley interacting? I'd love to see baby Bradley being So Confused by the whole twin situation, but I'd also love to see something with grown up Bradley. Really just anything with those two.

Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!! 💙💙

Hehe I love the cruise multiverse, I’m having so much fun and I love that you are enjoying it. Here’s some more Mitchell twins and Bradley ❤️

Vignettes of Bradley and Ethan.

Mav is there too

Warnings: foul language

The first time Bradley mistook Ethan for Mav was when he was five.

Ethan stepped into Carol’s house, arriving right on time at four o'clock, though he wasn’t sure where his brother was. He stood awkwardly by the door—familiar with Carol, but having not been around much lately.

“Mav! Mav! Look!” Suddenly, little Bradley clung to Ethan’s leg, bouncing excitedly while holding up a shiny red diecast car. Caught off guard, Ethan quickly bent down and lifted Bradley onto his hip.

“Look! Mom got me a new car!” Bradley beamed, proudly displaying the toy. Ethan chuckled, taking the car with his free hand and admiring it.

“Wow, kid! That’s a great one!” He grinned back at the toddler, who was still glowing with excitement.

Just then, the door swung open behind him and bumped into Ethan's hip. He turned to see Pete, clad in his brown bomber jacket and aviators, his hair tousled from a motorcycle ride.

Pete's face lit up at the sight of his twin. He shut the door and clapped a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, unaware of Bradley's bewilderment as he glanced back and forth between them. Carol appeared around the corner, laughing at her son's confused expression.

“Hey, little man! Is that Camaro from your mom?” Pete asked, enthusiasm bubbling over as he reached for the car. Bradley released it without hesitation, eyes wide.

“This is awesome!” Pete exclaimed, turning the car in his hands. But Bradley's confusion shifted to fear; he squirmed in Ethan's arms and began to whine. Without protest, Ethan set him down, and Bradley dashed to his mother, burying his face in her legs.

Pete burst out laughing, while Ethan felt a flush of embarrassment.

. ✰ .

Bradley was beginning to appreciate Mav’s affection for his desert hangar; it offered a peaceful escape from the chaos of everyday life. He navigated around the wing of Mav’s P-51 Mustang, the morning sun casting a warm glow as he recalled his promise to spend the weekend with Mav.

“Fuck!—Jesus Christ!” He jumped as he passed a makeshift living area, where Ethan sat on the couch, wide awake and stock still. The longer hair and nondescript clothing were a clear departure from Mav’s usual style. “What are you doing here?”

“Just enjoying a quiet morning,” Ethan shrugged, his calm demeanor oddly fitting in the dim light of the hangar. Most of the lights were off, but sunlight filtered through, illuminating the space.

Bradley ran a hand through his hair, bemused. That was quintessentially Ethan—unfazed and unpredictable. “Where’s Mav?”

“He took his bike out for a ride. Said he ran out of the good coffee.” Ethan smiled as if this was perfectly normal.

“And you didn’t go with him?” Given their shared love for speed, it was surprising that Ethan had opted to stay behind.

“I’ve had enough motorcycles for a while. The last one didn’t end well,” he replied casually. The nonchalance made Bradley raise an eyebrow—what could Ethan possibly have done to total a bike and walk away unharmed?

“It wasn’t mine, so don’t worry,” Ethan added, sensing Bradley's concern and waving it off, which only deepened Bradley's confusion.

. ✰ .

Bonus:

“Mav, what does Ethan do?” Bradley asked one day, having watched the man come and go throughout his life—sometimes battered and other times radiant. Yet, he had never heard Ethan discuss his work.

Pete paused, setting down his pen and glancing up from the paperwork Cyclone had assigned him. Bradley often sought refuge in Mav’s cramped office to escape the Vice Admiral’s presence.

“He’s in government work. Used to be in the Army, then transferred to another division after his honorable discharge,” Pete replied, carefully avoiding the specifics. The IMF was not a topic for casual conversation.

“Huh.” Bradley frowned, skepticism etched on his face. That explanation didn’t clarify anything for him.

Bonus 2:

Average Bradley reaction to Ethan dropping random lore every time he’s around and never elaborating (no one tells him anything):

[royalinkblot]

Wings of Home – Chapter Two: Legacy in Motion

The hangar doors slid open with a deep mechanical hum, revealing rows of restored fighter jets gleaming under the California sun. A mix of vintage beauties and next-gen hybrids stood proudly—a testament to Maverick and Goose’s vision. Their business, Need for Speed Solutions, had started as a modest restoration shop. Now, it was the go-to facility for military and private collectors alike, with contracts reaching as far as Japan and Germany.

Goose—Nick Bradshaw—walked out of his office with a clipboard in hand and aviators perched atop his head. “Mav, the F-14’s ready for testing. Also, you owe me lunch.”

Maverick grinned as he rolled out from under a gleaming Mustang P-51, wiping grease from his hands. “You always say that.”

“Because you always do,” Goose shot back with a wink.

Not far from the airstrip, nestled near the edge of town, Carole Bradshaw’s café bistro, The charming Goose, had become a local institution. Equal parts cozy and cool, it was where aviators, artists, and tired parents came together over espresso and sea breeze. That morning, Carole was helping Nikola choose a pastry behind the glass counter while Ace tried to convince Rooster—Bradley Bradshaw—that he should let him sit in a real cockpit again.

“Only if your dad says yes,” Rooster warned with a smile, already knowing Maverick wouldn’t resist.

Bradley had grown into a fine pilot—steady, smart, and respected. His callsign Rooster was now etched on the side of an F/A-18 stationed at North Island, but on weekends he was just Uncle Brad, who gave piggyback rides and made better pancakes than Maverick.

Across town, in a quiet office overlooking the Naval base, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky leaned back in his chair, watching a classified memo scroll across his screen. His role in strategic advisory was supposed to be limited, but the buzz was getting louder—rumors swirled of him becoming the next Secretary of the Navy.

He hadn’t said yes. Not yet. His family came first. Always.

That night, they gathered in the Bradshaws’ backyard—an unofficial tradition every Friday. Carole had grilled lemon chicken and served it with warm bread and wine from a local vineyard. The twins played on the grass while the adults talked shop and swapped stories.

“You sure you want to take that kind of job?” Goose asked Tom, raising an eyebrow.

Tom smiled faintly. “No. But if I do... it’ll be to make sure Ace and Nikola’s generation has better skies than we did.”

Maverick looked over at their children—Nikola helping Ace build a paper jet, serious as ever—and nodded. “Then you’d have our full support.”

Later that evening, as the stars blinked to life above them and the sound of laughter drifted from the porch, Maverick wrapped an arm around Tom’s shoulders.

“Crazy, isn’t it?” he murmured.

“What is?” Tom asked.

“That we’re all still here. Still flying, in our own ways.”

Tom looked at him, eyes soft. “We’ve built something better than flight. We built home.

Chapter one

Chapter three

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You need to learn how to fall 2/10

Hangster (and IceMav) - Bradley is too tall to be a naval aviator and instead becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. He is a civilian contractor to the Airforce and Navy to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. A more in-depth version of this post.

PROLOGUE

2003-2006 – The early years

                “Your son is very focused. His discipline is admirable. He’s going to go far. He’s going to be our youngest certified tandem skydiver.”

                Pete’s throat works, because it’s not the first time someone has called Bradley his, but hearing someone else talk about his skill… to sound impressed not only with Bradley but also as a reflection of Pete’s own efforts. He didn’t realize he needed someone external telling him he’d done a good job, but here it is anyway.

                “I’m Navy. He’s been brought up in a fairly disciplined household.”

                “He mentioned that actually. He never thought about joining the service?”

                “He’s too tall.”

                “What?”

                “To be a naval aviator. I’m a naval aviator.”

                “Clearly didn’t get his height from you.”

                “No…” Pete says dryly, doesn’t bother mentioning the convoluted relationship that he and Bradley have.

                “So what, he jumps out of planes instead of flying them?”

                “Oh, he can fly them too. He’s been flying since he was 14. Perk of having a whole bunch of honorary uncles willing to fly him up and getting him his flight hours. Unfortunately he can’t both pilot the plane and then jump out of it,” Pete says.

                “He’s a lucky kid.”

                Mav hopes he remains lucky.

…             …             …

                It’s become second nature, either of them able to also carry out the safety checks and make sure that Bradley has definitely done everything. He never misses anything and it soothes a part of Tom, knowing Bradley takes his own health and safety seriously. There is no cutting corners or rushing through anything. They never talk about Goose, but he wonders if he thinks about his father every time he checks the stitching for wear, every time he runs his hands over the fabric and checks for tears before rolling it carefully to ensure it unfurls correctly while he’s plummeting toward the earth.

                They all learn about static lines and accelerated freefall, and things have changed since he was in flight school. The materials they use now are much more durable. All of Bradley’s gifts are centered around skydiving. Tom becomes fairly knowledgeable around the entire process, another set of regulations to add to his already encyclopedic knowledge of Naval regulations. He somehow becomes friendly with a couple of the higher ups in the FAA and he becomes known around the airstrip as Ice, most people not realizing exactly who he is. He admits it to himself that he likes it, that he’s just a guy who knows a lot about planes. Added to that is the US Parachute Association and Tom has a new map in his study showing all the drop zones in the state as well as the neighboring states.

                Neither of them had intended to become this involved but neither of them say anything to each other. Tom has had to check with several people about potential conflicts of interest, but it’s agreed that he is, first and foremost, a naval aviator, so if he wants to fly a private plane on his own time that’s allowable, as long as he’s meeting all the FAA regulations. The FAA make a special dispensation (his new friends doing him this favor), allowing them to sign off flight hours, but neither of them are officially instructors. They do both become FAA-certified parachute riggers though.

                It’s through one guy he knows in the FAA that he acquires the hangar. It’s an old Navy one, but Pete’s been making noises about wanting to renovate a P-51 Mustang he keeps seeing for sale, but how he’s got nowhere to keep it. They could store another plane there too, Bradley’s sky-diving one in the future. It seems like it’s definitely going to happen, Bradley making a business plan and presenting it to them and asking to have his parent’s life insurance money to help him purchase a plane. Tom can give their planes a home, so he purchases the hangar and gives it to them a joint fortieth birthday gift for Mav and graduation present for Bradley.

                A different plane comes into their life a little earlier than anticipated, although none of them have to buy it. Pete comes to an agreement with one of Bradley’s instructors. They’ll store the plane in their currently empty hangar in exchange for being able to use it to take Bradley up for jumps, paying for fuel and carrying out the checks and maintenance. Somehow word gets around – there are two pilots capable of signing off flight hours. They can count as solo flights as they aren’t instructors. Others wanting to jump out of planes arrange times with Bradley.

                He hasn’t spent so much time in the air since flight school and he loves every moment, regardless of whether he’s piloting or doing the checks before Bradley does his jumps. His relationship with Mav has settled into an easier less-volatile thing, maybe his promotion to Rear Admiral has made him feel less threatened by the potential fallout if anyone decides to voice their concerns about his relationship with Pete.

…             …             …

                “I’ve done it. The five-hundred jumps, more than three years in sky diving, done more than fifty jumps in the last year, got my medical and I’ve got more than 8 hours of freefall time logged. I can apply for the Tandem course now…”

                “Proud of you. You’ve been working towards this for a long time.”

                “Thank you! For taking me up and buying the hangar, and just… thank you so much. I know you and Mav both don’t really get it, but you’ve never made me feel like I didn’t have your support this entire time.”

                “It’s what parents do. Good parents that is.”

                He throws his arms around Ice then, hugs him tightly and doesn’t let go.

                “The best parents.”

2007-2010 - The middle years (NEXT PART)

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Condition plays a pivotal role in determining the price of a vintage airplane model. Aircraft that have been fully restored and maintained in airworthy condition typically command the highest prices. A meticulously restored plane with modern avionics and a fresh engine overhaul could be priced at $200,000 or more, depending on the model. However, aircraft in "project" condition, which require extensive restoration work, can be purchased for significantly less, often between $15,000 and $40,000. But keep in mind that restoring a vintage aircraft is a labor of love that can involve considerable additional costs, sometimes exceeding the initial purchase price.

When considering a vintage airplane, it's also crucial to think about the long-term ownership costs. Beyond the initial purchase, there are ongoing expenses like hangar rental, insurance, routine maintenance, and fuel costs. Vintage aircraft often require more frequent inspections and specialized maintenance, which can add up quickly. For instance, annual maintenance for a single-engine vintage aircraft could range from $5,000 to $15,000, depending on the aircraft model and its condition. More complex and rare models might require even more expensive upkeep.

Historical significance and rarity also impact the price of a vintage airplane. Aircraft that have played a role in significant historical events, or those that are rare examples of their type, often command premium prices. For example, a vintage Spitfire or a restored Douglas DC-3 might cost several million dollars due to their historical importance and the limited number of such aircraft still flying today. Collectors and museums are often willing to pay top dollar for these pieces of aviation history, driving prices higher.

In some cases, owning a vintage airplane model might also provide an opportunity for investment. As the years pass, some aircraft models become increasingly rare, which can drive up their value. However, this is not a guaranteed outcome, and the market for vintage aircraft can be unpredictable. The value of a vintage plane can fluctuate based on market demand, the condition of the aircraft, and other external factors.

In conclusion, how much does a vintage airplane cost? The price can range from as low as $15,000 for a simple, unrestored model to over $1 million for a well-preserved, historically significant aircraft. When considering such a purchase, it's important to account for not only the initial cost but also the ongoing expenses associated with owning and maintaining an old plane model. For many, the joy of owning a piece of aviation history is worth every penny, but it's a commitment that requires careful consideration and a deep passion for the skies.

[captain-jamesarmpits]

Friends, acquaintances, and assorted nerds, please allow me to put on my Top Gun hat and rant for a moment!

This plane is called a Ford Trimotor. (Some of you out there might recognize it from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom) It’s a small passenger plane, would have been used for local flights, and can fit around 8 people plus the pilots.

So what does this have to do with Top Gun?

Well, this plane has another name. A nickname really. It was called the Tin Goose.

The TIN fucking GOOSE.

This is not a huge plane, and it’s a decently old plane, and you can 100% BET YOUR ASS that Maverick would have one of the puppies in his hangar. Based on the name alone! I will not stand for anything else.

I understand that they use the Mustang in TGM cause it’s Tom Cruise’s actual plane and all that, but honestly. Honestly.

Peter Maverick Mitchell would own a Tin Goose and that is a hill I am willing to die on.

[usafphantom2]

‘Mustang Monday’

Peter Teichman coming through with a topside pass in the Hangar 11 North American P51-D ‘Tall in the Saddle’ at Imperial War Museum Duxford a couple of years ago…@IWMDuxford #aircraft #avgeek #avpics #warbirdsofinstagram #warbird #warbirds

@Shutterbug_WGC via X

[redarmyscreaming]

The XFJ-1 was a turbojet-powered day fighter designed for operation from the United States Navy’s aircraft carriers. The airplane’s wings and tail surfaces were very similar to those of North American’s legendary P-51 Mustang. Although intended for carriers, the FJ-1 did not have folding wings to reduce its “footprint” when stored on the hangar deck. It did have an interesting feature, though: The nose gear assembly was capable of “kneeling,” putting the airplane in a nose-low, tail-high attitude, allowing Furies to be placed very close together when parked nose-to-tail. Although ordered into production, the initial order for 100 units was trimmed to only 30 aircraft which were mainly used in testing at NAS North Island, California. VF-5A, soon redesignated as VF-51, operated the type in service beginning in August 1948. Although VF-51 went to sea on Boxer by May 1949, the FJ-1s were phased out in favor of the new F9F-2 Panther.

[wr1t3w1tm3]

SEAWOLF - Part 1 - Chapter 2

Tuesday - May 18th

Words: 2,771

Estimated Read Time: 12-15 min.

TW: Brief mentions of blood and brief allusion to panic caused by a traumatic experience.

It ends up taking five hours for him to reach Maverick’s hangar. For miles down the gravel back road he follows the wide swaths cut by large tire tracks earlier that night. The hangar door is closed. When he pulls up next to the hangar, his SUV is the only car. Walking through the dust to the side door, he notices a lime green post-it note, which reads:

Ring the doorbell then come in. Unlocked.

There’s a ring doorbell mounted next to the door. He presses the button, it’s lit by a blue circle for a moment, then it dings out a little song and he enters. As soon as he opens the door, he’s hit with the overwhelming stench of industrial cleaners and the harsh hangar lights.

Inside is almost immaculately clean. Maverick was never one to be messy, but he also didn’t have any specific method to his “madness” He kept his magazines, books, NATOPs and anything made of paper and bound stowed within the coffee table set up in his “living room”; and he kept his tools all over the hangar without any rhyme or reason. Roosters Ford Bronco - the same one Goose had back in the day - is parked against the hangar door.

The smell begins to dissipate as he gets closer to the fans set up in a triangle between the Mustang, the camper, and the line of tarp draped bikes. The trailer door is wide open, and a brunette in a black t-shirt and ripped up jeans steps out. There’s a paper towel roll tucked under her arm, a mop in one hand and its bucket in the other. 

She puts the pedal to the metal, booking it towards a mass of towels he notices on her approach. “You Theresa?” He calls. 

She nods, panting. The bucket hits the ground with a plunk and the mop clatters down with it. She stands, rubbing her back as he approaches. “And you’re Ice…man?”

He nods, sliding his aviators into the crook created by his unbuttoned top button. “Tom Kazansky. Callsign, Iceman. Everyone calls me Ice.”

Her hand shake is firm, but when their hands come together, hers are shaking. Maybe from the adrenaline, but when he tries to look her in the eyes she maintains contact for only a couple seconds before she drops it and motions to the bucket. “I was, uh, just cleaning up. They gave me to okay to clean up.” 

“The cops?” Ice asks, surveying the hangar. 

“Yeah,” Theresa picks up the mop and nudges the towels out of the way with her boot. 

Ice smiles gently. “Are those Mav’s old boots?” 

Theresa shrugs. “Probably.” He steps closer, but she refuses to look up. The mop swipes away at the floor, taking with it the remnants of red from under the towels. He glances at them himself. The bottom ones seem to be completely blood soaked. 

“Where are Maverick and your father?” 

Theresa rolls her shoulders, then shudders. She kicks the towels a little further, mopping that up. She starts humming something he vaguely recognizes from the radio. He steps with her, then suddenly she turns, grabbing the bucket and mop and marching towards the Mustang. There’s a similar, though smaller, mound of towels there as well. The path over is lined with muted bloody stains.

Ice stops a couple yards back and repeats his question. “Where’s your dad at, kid?”

Again, Theresa shrugs. But she speaks “Uh… I dunno. They disappeared before the cops showed up and they couldn’t find ‘em.” 

She dunks the mop in the bucket again. It slaps and some slips over the side, onto the floor. It makes a wet squelch against the concrete when she sets it down and the fibers scratch a bit as they glide over the floor. “Are they looking for them?”

“Oh, uh… the cops?” she chuckles uneasily, replying with a shrug “nah. They’ll keep an eye out for ‘em but they aren’t too worried unless they don’t turn up by tomorrow.” 

Ice steps forward. Theresa glances at him then takes a step back, mopping up where there definitely wasn’t blood before. He broaches the next question with a little more delicacy “Do you know where your dad and Maverick are?”

“The Hard Deck?” She suggests with a shrug and uneasy chuckle. Realization dawns immediately. The boots Theresa’s co-opted squeak as she walks.

Ice slides his hands into his pockets and clears his throat. “What, ah, what do the cops think happened here?”

“Rabid animal attack.” Theresa’s response is to fast. Too perfect. 

“You said it was a wolf, right?”

She pauses, glancing at him. She cocks an eyebrow, not unlike Mav when asked a stupid question. Then she turns back to her mopping. “Yeah. Big black one.” 

“What else did you see?”

“Not much,” again, too quick. Too rehearsed. “It got Mav, then it go Brad.” 

“And they both disappeared after they got bit?” 

Theresa stops, taking a deep breath as she rights herself. She nods curtly, “Yeah,” she drops the mop in the bucket and hoists it up, headed towards the trailer. 

“So what’d you tell the cops?” Ice calls. There’s a coolness in his voice that irks Theresa.

But she plays along. “That Mav and Brad got attacked by a big black wolf and that I hid in the plane.” 

“And that they disappeared after they were attacked?” 

She nods, setting the bucket at the trailer steps. Ice stops a couple yards away again. His khaki’s are crisp, his shirt is ironed. He looks well rested, despite the hour. Theresa is running on a RedBull and and looks like it. She imagines that she looks cooler than she does, staring Ice down, but she can feel the grease slicking her hair back and it does not feel pretty. 

He sighs, taking one step closer and asking quietly “What color where they?”

Theresa blinks, trying to wake herself up. “What color where… who?” 

She takes a sudden breath. Ice sighs, pressing “What color where the wolves?”

“The… black one?” Theresa slides back a step. Her back is practically against the trailer now. Ice shakes his head and crosses his arms. 

“What color fur did your father and Mav have after they shifted?”

Theresa balks like she’s about to throw up. The mop clatters against the wooden steps, then it hits the floor. It echoes through the hangar. Ice’s ears ring a bit. It fades within a moment, giving Theresa enough time for realization. 

“Can you drive Mav’s Jeep?”

Theresa doesn’t respond at first. One hand slowly drifts to her chest, where it feels her heart racing. The other reaches back for the trailer, and once it makes contact she leans back against it. Ice takes another step forward, repeating himself tersely. “Can you drive Mav’s Jeep?” 

She swallows hard, but she nods. Ice nods, stepping back. “Good. Go ahead and grab the keys kid, then follow me. Slider’ll get in soon and we need to have Mav and your dad wrangled by then.” He starts towards the door, but he only hears his footfalls. He turns back after a few steps, and Theresa simply stands there, unmoving. Her mouth slightly agape. 

“Come on kid,” he puts on a small smile and tries to sound cheerful. “Grab the keys. It’ll be fun.” 

She seems to snap out of it, shaking her head a bit violently. She steps up into the trailer. Ice listens to her search around for Mav’s keys. The search is by no means silent, but she doesn’t say a word otherwise. The shock should wear off soon. She’ll be fine then. 

“Oh!” He calls back. “Make sure to grab them each a change of clothes!”

They don’t have to go far. Approximately a mile from Maverick’s hangar and equidistant from the runway is a large collection of rocks. Hiding amongst those rocks are two wolves: one black, one hazel. 

Ice approaches cautiously, dimming his lights once he spots them. Theresa’s eyes aren’t nearly as well adjusted. Luckily, she’s far enough back that her lights don’t startle them. 

They were resting when they arrived. Both still shifted. For a second, a pang of… anxiety strikes him. What if they attack Theresa? She’s in an open Jeep after all. 

No. They won’t. They’ve had nearly five hours to come to terms now. Besides, he’s in front. They won’t attack him. He’s familiar. Wolf and friend.

Theresa shuts off the Jeep. The dying headlights catch the hazel, almost dirty blonde wolf’s attention. He’s huge. Easily ten feet from snout to tail. He probably weighs about what he did before, and Rooster was a pretty big guy by all metrics. 

“Easy. Easy.” the hazel one - Rooster - growls. Theresa, halfway between the SUV and the Jeep, stops dead. She looks like she’s just seen a ghost. The black one turns his attention to her. “Whoa Mav,” Ice glances back. He reaches one hand out in front of him, and gently calls back to Theresa “get in my car.” 

She doesn’t move. She can barely breath. All she can see is an eruption of black and hazel fur as bodies contort and someone screams. Mav. She thinks its Mav’s scream she hears. The desert wind whips up and the sand swipes her arms and face. 

Tears start to fall. The stinging only makes them worse. Ice turns back to the wolves. Now he was gonna have to get both wolves into the SUV without any help. 

Well, maybe… “She’s alright,” he assures them, turning to Maverick first. “You didn’t hurt her. She’s just… tired.” He just told them she was fine. He can’t admit that she’s scared. Not now. 

Bradley takes a step forward. Ice pivots right at him. “Whoa, Rooster. No. No. She’s fine,” he glances at Mav “you’re both fine, but you’ve got to come with me. We’ve gotta get you shifted back.” 

The black one - Maverick - takes several cautious steps towards Ice’s hand. Once he’s within a few feet, he takes a wiff. Ice smiles. “Yeah, that’s it Mav. Easy.” 

Maverick seems to smile, and with a little yip he closes the distance between himself and Ice. He pops a squat right in front of him, slinking the last few inches. Mav nudges his outstretched hand, begging for pets. 

Ice’s smile only gets bigger, and he obliges, running his hand over Mav’s head a few times, following his stroke behind the right ear and giving a nice scritch. It almost looks like Mav smiles as he snuggles up against Ice’s legs. He’s absolutely beaming. “There ya’ go, Mav. Thats better, isn’t it? Figured you didn’t wanna be stuck out here all night, huh?” He crouches down, scratching behind both of Mav’s ears “Yeah. You don’ wanna be stuck out here, do ya? Do ya?” 

Maverick yips. Suddenly, Bradley barks, once, then whines. Ice chuckles, shaking his head. “Yes, you too, Rooster, I have two hands.” 

Rooster starts walking, but not towards Ice. Both Mav and Ice watch him start towards Theresa. She sees him, and slowly starts to back up. But every step she takes is matched by the wolf. He’s huge. He’s getting bigger. Getting closer. 

She’s gotta hide. Something inside is screaming at her. The screams echoing in her head don’t help anything. She’s able to shake them off. For a second, her head is clear.  She turns and bolts for the Jeep. 

Okay, not that clear. 

“No! Bradley!” 

Maverick’s off in a flash. He intercepts Rooster as Theresa makes it to the Jeep. Rooster growls, looking past him at the Jeep. Maverick glances back and matches his growl. They’re locked in this stand off until Ice closes the distance. He sprints the whole way. Theresa’s in the Jeep, thank god, and she’s got it on. But she’s still got open windows. Rooster or Maverick could easily get in that way. 

“Easy, easy guys.” He goads. He crouches again, trying to get on their level. It’s awkward, since they stand so high off the ground. “Come on. Let’s go.” He motions to the SUV. “Slider’ll be here any minute, and we’re gonna get this all figured out, alright?” 

Rooster seems calmer. The growling stops. Theresa’s sobs replace them. Ice glances at her. She’s got her knees pulled against her chest and her forehead resting on them. Great. She’s of no help right now. 

With a sigh he starts towards the SUV, but backwards, to keep his eye on Maverick and Rooster. Once he reaches it, he pops the middle door. “Come on guys. We’re gonna go back to the hangar and get this all figured out.” 

They hesitate for a couple seconds. Rooster glances back at Theresa. Ice nods, “She’ll follow us back.” 

Maverick sneezes, but without further protest pads over to the SUV. He climbs in easily, but he looks tired. He lays down on the seat, taking up nearly the whole back bench. Ice turns back to Rooster. He’s moved a bit closer, but he’s still got a lock on Theresa.

Ice meets him where he’s at, crouching down and petting him a few times. “Yeah, I know Roo. She’s a little upset right now,” Not scared. Not now “but she’ll be alright. We’ll get this all sorted out once we get to the hangar, alright?” Rooster sighs. “Hey. Hey. Everything’s gonna be fine. It’ll all get figured out once we get back to the hangar, okay? Come ‘on.” he stands, starting towards the SUV. 

Rooster glances back at Theresa once more, and after a moment he - almost reluctantly - follows Iceman back to the SUV. Once he’s in, Ice shuts the door and gets in, pulling up next to Theresa. 

She’s been having a moment. Her eyes are red, and there’s wet spots on her shirt collar from where tears escaped her hands. She sniffles on their approach, trying to seem more put together. 

Ice still practically scowls at her, and everything he says sounds like an order. “Head back to the hangar. Slider should meet us there.” 

She nods, pursing her lips. Ice sighs and rolls his window up, rolling back towards the dirt road they took out. Theresa… Theresa hesitates for a bit. It’s not like she’ll get lost, she can see the hangar from the pile of rocks. She… she just needs a minute. 

What the fuck happened? She tries to wrap her head around it. First, some big black wolf appeared and got Mav. Then Mav… Mav turned into a big black wolf and attacked Bradley. Then… then Bradley must’ve turned into a wolf and they both must’ve run off when the EMT’s showed up. 

Were… were they werewolves now? That… that… I should’ve had that on my 2021 Bingo Card. She doesn’t know what she feels, but it’s not pleasant. It’s a whirl wind of fear, yes, and anxiety. She’s gotten a major… spine tingle, for lack of a better word, as her mind replays Maverick’s… shift? Is that what he called it? She’s not sure, but it sounds right. 

The fact that Tom Kazansky - who she knows is Commander of the US Pacific Fleet the same way she knows that the sky is blue and Taylor Swift sings about her exes - is one of these… werewolves. He’s a werewolf. Since when did they exist?

She combs her memory for the handful of times they’d even been in the same room with him. She did meet him briefly at some ball thing she had to attend for Roosters squad. He’d seemed normal. And… the Slider guy he mentioned. She thinks she’s met him. Something to do with an unofficial “class reunion” for Maverick sometime that summer. He might’ve been out at the hangar at one point. He’d seemed completely normal too. 

How many werewolves where there? How dangerous where they? Part of her wanted to geek out but a larger part was scared and betrayed. She felt paranoid, and she hated it but… I’m not wrong. She told herself.. If… if werewolves existed… what else was out there? Vampires? Witches? Ghosts? Demons? Fuck, it was Supernatural, but real. Was that a true story then? No… their werewolves worked differently. Unless… unless that was what they wanted you to think!

She’s lost in her own fears long enough for her tears to dry and a small plane to pass overhead and land at the hangar. The dust it kicks up stings her face and drags her back to the hellscape she’s woken up in tonight. She begins to cry again, and with a sniffle, tucks her knees to her chest and watches the hangar.

[ltkarma]

❛ flores !   ❜ avi's voice rings out around the hangar , coat pulled up tight around her ears and hat pressed firmly onto her head ( even covered with the endlessly attractive raincover ) as the final few aircraft are towed inside of the steel structure. wind bellowing against the sides as the almost deafening sound of rain hammers overhead - strangely she feels guilty that she's only over here for the numbers - watching quietly as things move inside for the next couple of days as the cyclone bound for the west coast draws over the bay and the base.

❛ you need a ride home ? i think they're closing down transport for the night.   ❜

starter for @mustanged

[juanmecanico]

"¡Temporada de Caza de Cobras! ¡No Creerás lo que Sucede!" ¡Hola a todos los amantes de los autos! Hoy, vamos a explorar algo verdaderamente emocionante: ¡es temporada de caza de Cobras! No, no hablamos de la serpiente, sino del inconfundible y clásico AC Cobra, uno de los autos deportivos más queridos e increíblemente potentes jamás producidos. #CarsOfInstagram ¿Alguna vez has pensado en la cantidad de energía, pasión y obsesión (sana, por supuesto) que se necesita para coleccionar "Cobras" con intención? Sin duda, se necesita un amor verdadero por el automovilismo y una apreciación profunda por el diseño y la ingeniería. Eso es exactamente lo que puedes encontrar en el corazón de aquellos buscadores de tesoros automotrices, dispuestos a viajar lejos y ancho, a veces literalmente alrededor del mundo, en busca de estos deportivos vestigios de una época gloriosa. Nos encontramos ante el representante del sueño americano, un auto que captura el espíritu de libertad y rendimiento máximo. Vehículo nacido de la visión del gran Carroll Shelby, conocido ampliamente por su contribución en la creación del Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. Pero sus creaciones no se detuvieron allí - durante los años 60, Shelby y AC Cars crearon sinergia con Ford para desarrollar el aclamado Shelby Cobra, un automóvil que cambió para siempre el juego de los autos deportivos. El AC Cobra se convirtió inmediatamente en un furor, marcando un nuevo estándar en términos de desempeño y estilo. En un tiempo donde los motores de seis cilindros eran la norma, el Cobra sorprendió con sus motores V8, que otorgaba un nivel de potencia y refinamiento sin precedentes. El ADN de rendimiento absoluto del Shelby Cobra fue y sigue siendo algo de culto entre los entusiastas de los autos. No solo es un diseño icónico, sino que es la manifestación física de la pura emoción de la conducción. Bueno, volviendo a nuestra temporada de caza - aquí estamos, en el año 2020, y aun hoy existen Cobras perdidos en graneros, hangares y cocheras por todo el mundo. Varios años después de su producción inicial, miles de réplicas, versiones y construcciones de kit han surgido, cada una dejando su propio sello en la historia del automovilismo. No se puede negar el encanto de cazar un Shelby Cobra. Existe el latente suspenso, la tensión que crece desde el fondo de tu ser. Es como estar frente a una criatura mitológica. Tal vez está cubierto de polvo, pero no puedes evitar reconocer las líneas suaves e inconfundibles y esa icónica parrilla delantera. Saber que estás ante algo que vale la pena preservar, un vehículo que amplificó el pulso del mundo automotor y dejó una marca duradera en la historia... bueno, es bastante increíble, ¿no te parece? Se trata de capturar un pedazo de historia y preservarlo para las futuras generaciones. Entonces, a aquellos que están en esta búsqueda - ¡Buena suerte en la caza! Que encuentren sus Cobras y les rindan el amor y respeto que estos íconos automovilísticos merecen. Y a todos los que aman los autos - sigan disfrutando cada arrancada del motor, cada giro del volante y siempre, respeten el legado de los clásicos. #CLÁSICOS. ¡Hasta la próxima vez, adictos a la gasolina!

[gurindammedia]

Keluarga Besar Lanud abd Saleh gelar acara reuni Pamucano (Paguyuban Mustang, Bronco, Tucano) bertempat di hangar Skadron Udara 21

[mahvericks]

For anon

Request; Could you please write a Maverick x reader where the aviators all flirt with her at Penny’s only to find out that it’s Maverick’s girlfriend? Thank you so much 🥺

Warnings; mention of an age gap without mentioning how much, bad flirting but that’s pretty much it.

posting this again because it wasn’t showing up in the tags wtf

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To say that you loved everything that touched aviation was an understatement, you had grown up in that environment, your mother was a nurse working at Top Gun back when it was still located in Miramar- you lived close to the base and had spent your childhood watching the aircrafts fly in the sky.

As a teenager, when it was time for you to choose a career’s path, it wasn’t a surprise that you chose to go towards something related to the aviation. It wasn’t hard for you to choose to go towards the engineering side, it was what fitted you the most and what you were the best in.

You enjoyed fixing the planes more than flying them- but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the feeling of being up in the sky, that’s actually how you met and fell in love with your now boyfriend, Pete.

You were supposed to already be back home by now but you couldn’t stop working until that jet was completely fixed, you were almost done- you just couldn’t leave it like that or you wouldn’t be able to sleep well knowing you left your work unfinished.

“ You know everyone else’s gone already?”

“ Uh? ” not expecting someone to be around at this hour, you jumped when you heard the voice, turning around, you were faced with a man you didn’t know, “ i’m a perfectionist, I couldn’t leave until this baby was fixed.”

“ I’ve never seen you work here before, are you new?”

“ I could ask you the same question, but no, I’ve been working here for over a year now.”

“ Ah, I see. I’m Pete by the way, but you can call me Maverick.”

“ Wait, the Maverick?” as he extended his hand towards you, you quickly wiped yours on your pants before shaking his hand, “ I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you!”

“ The one and only, but the pleasure is all mine.”

“ What are you doing here at this hour?”

Letting out a scoff, you didn’t have to know him personally to understand that he wasn’t just here for a walk, he had something in mind, “ you know your reputation precedes you, if you’re here, it means you have something in mind that is not going to please the Admiral.”

“ People always exaggerate things.”

“ Oh? So, you don’t like danger and disobeying orders?”

“ Touché.”

A smile crept on your face as you closed the cockpit of the aircraft you had been working on, “ that’s what I thought.”

“ Ever went on a flight in a P-51 Mustang?”

“ No, I don’t even know anyone who owns one.”

“ Well, I can change that.”

You weren’t entirely sure you were understanding what he meant, but you were interest to say the least, “ you own one?”

“ I do. I was supposed to go on a flight at the sunset but one of the pieces gave up on me, and I know they have a couple of spare ones around here.”

“ Are you bribing me into letting you steal a piece for your plane?”

“ Is it working?”

Letting out a sigh, you knew you were going to regret this at some point in a very near future, but how could you say no to him, “ sadly it is, you might find what you need in the hangar behind.”

———

Instead of going to sleep that night, you left with Pete and helped him change the piece on his plane- at the end of the night, when the sun started to rise in the sky, he took you on a flight as he promised.

That’s where you started to fall for him, and the fact that he would show up often at the hangar you worked in the following days didn’t help neither. But those times weren’t because he needed something, it was only to spend time with you as he had enjoyed that flight as much as you did.

It took a couple of weeks until Pete and you started seeing each other after your work, it was never truly a date and you didn’t care in the slightest- what Pete and you had meant the world and that was more than enough.

Sometimes, you would go straight up to his hangar when you knew you’d find him there after work, and other times he would wait outside of the base to drive you back to your apartment where he would end up staying for the night.

Neither of you hid your relationship, there was no need to- you loved each other and it wasn’t a secret, but that didn’t mean you’d mention it at any given occasion. You were aware that not everyone was fond of your relationship due to the difference in ages.

You didn’t care what their opinion could be as long as they didn’t talk about it behind your back, neither did Pete even though at first, he feared that this could hurt you- after assuring many times that you didn’t care in the slightest, he stopped overthinking the situation.

It had been a couple of months since Pete and you got together, and while you didn’t officially live together yet, you were always at each other’s home, it only really depended on your schedule and the work you had to do.

But now that Pete was back at Top Gun for some kind of secret mission, it was easier to see each other- it was almost an excuse for him to show up at your hangar whenever he had two minutes of free time.

It didn’t take long until you met the group of pilots Pete was training for the mission, you met most of them back at the base and got along with them right away- it definitely helped that you would be one of the engineers that would look after the aircrafts for the mission.

———

It was Hangman’s idea to go at the Hard Deck for some drinks, and as everyone seemed to like the idea, you decided to tag along- it could only be fun, especially after a couple of drinks and the constant bickering between Rooster and Hangman.

You were sitting between your boyfriend and Payback, enjoying your drink while listening to the current conversation, at least that was until Hangman decided to interrupt it with one of the worse pick-up lines you’ve ever heard, “ hey y/n, i think there’s something wrong with my eyes- I can’t take them off you.”

Hangman was lucky Pete had left to get drinks and ended up chatting with Penny for a bit or your friend would have quickly felt ashamed of trying to flirt with you. Rolling your eyes, you took a sip of your drink, “ congratulations for having the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”

“ Don’t pay attention to him, y/n- he’s not worth it. I can do better than shitty pick-up lines and take you out to eat and have the best date of your life.”

“ Good luck with that, Rooster. I’m not interested.”

“ Not even a little?”

“ Nope.”

As if they had all decided to shoot their shot at the same time, it was now Phoenix who chimmed in, “ give it up guys, maybe she’s not into men! Maybe a date with me would be more interesting, what do you think?”

Pete was quite literally your savior at that moment by simply coming back with the drinks in his hands and sitting back on his seat next to you, “ I don’t know, I should ask my boyfriend first- what do you think, Pete?”

You couldn’t lie, the collective reaction you got from the bomb you just dropped was quite amusing as everyone seemed to be shocked. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to forget the faces they made anytime soon.

“ So, we had no chance from the get-go, uh?”

“ Not even one.”

You laughed at Pete’s answer, which was pretty much the same one you would have given- reaching for his hand under the table, you gave him a smile as your fingers intertwined together resting on his lap.