Jun 14, 2022
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“I'm always ready for a war again, go down that road again. It's all the same.”
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@maveriq liked for a lyric sentence starter.
“I'm always ready for a war again, go down that road again. It's all the same.”
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she’s not exactly stealthy, is she @maveriq ? heavy footsteps that are intended to be heard - trailing you down the corridor heading toward admiral bates’ office - intense eyes that watch the rise and fall of your shoulders as you too walk with a sense of purpose. she’s not going to catch up with you , is she ? and that’s when you hear it ...
❛ captain mitchell ... ❜ louder than normal , not that she’s always softly spoken ( sometimes it’s exactly the opposite depending on exactly who’s pissed her off ... ) avi’s voice rings down the quiet corridor , rubber soles of her brown leather shoes squeaking against the highly shined linoleum as she picks up her pace to try and match his. it’s been a while since she’d seen him - the last time hadn’t exactly been the most forgiving for either of them. crashing and burning after the georgia mission had hardly been the best time for her to ask him exactly why he was determined to run himself into the dirt - but the look on his face had spelled it out as much as she’d needed. he was back and she was still here. ❛ ... sir. ❜ maybe , despite everything - they had more in common than she’d initially thought. even if tenacity was the only thing that held them together. at least it was better calling either of them stubborn. her hands are full of documents that overlap and fill their ancient bindings , fingertips brushing at old files pulled from archives concerning f14 sales in the late eighties - the rustbucket he’d crash-landed on the carrier holed up in a hanger towards the back of the facility being picked apart by engineers. ❛ ... if you’re heading to see warlock i have everything here. ❜ there’s no sigh of resignation, her tone regimented and precise - yet the deep furrowing of her brows and almost apologetic swell of her hazel eyes indicates the whole can of worms the mission had opened up , might be substantially worse than any of them had potentially thought.
--- this is why he hadn’t wanted mav to stay - to see the truth behind the cracked jokes and goofy smiles and borderline dismissive texts. when mav is looking at him now, nick can’t hide the bruised circles that tinge the skin beneath his eyes, nor the way his hands flex in and out of slow and shaking fists. it’s not that he hasn’t been trying to sleep, it’s that the grief that surfaces around this time of years has had other plans, holding him hostage in the space between sleep and wakefulness and folding time between the accident and now to make decades disappear. it’s in front of him every time he closes his eyes.
when he startles awake, icy grip of the pacific slipping from memory yet aching in his bones all the same, he finds mav sitting beside him. nick can’t decide if that makes it better or worse. but looking at him, taking in his stricken expression, something pulled taut within him finally snaps, and nick breaks. sleep deprivation, heartache, and guilt so thick he is drowning in it finally send him past a point of no return - distantly, all he can think of is how much worse this will make pete feel. “ wow, this is - this is embarrassing, isn’t it? man. just - give me a second, mav. ” heels of shaking hands are pressed into his eyes as they flood, shoulders shuddering as he tries to reign himself in. “ pete, can you - i need you to - ah, shit. ” [ @maveriq ]
@maveriq meets Steve in a queer bar
DESPITE BEING ILLEGAL IN THE 30s, there were pubs and bars and bathhouses for gay men. Steve had visited them occasionally, but in the end, he'd been largely ignored the same way the gals tried to see past him whenever Bucky dragged him to a double date. It would be different now, Steve thinks as he watches a couple kiss passionately at the other end of the bar: a big, buff guy and a much smaller, almost petite redhead. Twink is what they call it now. Steve turns away because he doesn't want to be a creep.
This little hole-in-the-wall pub isn't solely for gays but for all people that identify as LGBTQ+. There is a lesbian couple playing darts with a drag queen, and a woman dressed in the colors of the ace flag collects some tequila shots from the bar to bring them to her friends. Steve thinks he likes this pub best of all the other nightclubs he's tried out so far. He might come back here. Steve finishes his whiskey and wants to slide off the barstool when his eyes flicker over to the door that's just been opened. He freezes. He's never met a familiar face in one of these clubs, but now no less than Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell walks in and looks around, and then their eyes meet, and Steve can't fake overlooking him anymore. Oh fuck, he hopes this won't be awkward. "Um — hey," Steve greets Pete when he comes to the bar.
ATTEMPTING TO STITCH UP THE CUTS OF A HEART , STRUGGLING WITH THE NEEDLE AND A PAIR OF SHAKING HANDS . YET , THE QUESTION LINGERS ⸻ how was it like, failling in love with a force of nature? at first, finding yourself in this enchanting land of flourishing feelings and adventure. there was never something like it, even when paths had been shifted and everything went BALLISTIC . . . or when grief destructively strikes the one man that would take anything for granted. the conflictuous part of him still existed, and was never likely to vanish no matter how many years weight on his shoulders . . . and yet , one spare glance at him to read among the lines, to find what none could seem to.
first there was MAVERICK , the aviator. and there was also PETE MITCHELL , whom she had fell in love with first. some say it takes time for one to realize important pieces of truth, PENELOPE BENJAMIN had known the moment of meeting him during the academy years that not only he would be forever a constant in her life, but in order to love pete . . . you had to love maverick. and, jesus . . . how she would ever deny it, loving him fully? just a few years post GOOSE being gone, she was back into his embrace, where she seemed to belong. being addressed as aunt by a growing up BRADLEY BRADSHAW , the weight of it was pleasing despite the circumstances ⸻ never expecting the sense of starting to build a life together being, attempting to rip it from them once again.
there was nothing but silence in their room. him, holding the folded piece of paper with the information to where he would be relocated next. she, taking the next few minutes to breath in a out, before her voice filled the room. “I am coming with you, @maveriq.”
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@maveriq asked: "Are you hurt?! Hey! Are you hurt?!"
it took a second for alice to really blink and process that pete was talking to her over the loud buzzing in her ears and her head spinning. when they got her somewhere safe, it just a few minutes of staring before she finally took in his words. shock, maybe some fear. it was her first real time of really experiencing all of this. shaky hands go to unzip herself some from tussle of a vest as she looked up to him and nodded some. ❛ i'm good, i'm good - i'm... good. yeah, good, ❜ hands shaking, but a thumbs up. bringing her hands up to her face, maybe it was shaking because of not just adrenaline, but sheer personal frustration with herself.
❛ little frustrated, but i’m good. that ejection took me for a ride harder than i expected... ❜ getting her black checkered helmet off and her mask completely tethered away, looking around for a moment to get back to her personal grounding as her hearing started coming back. ❛ are you okay? are you hurt? ❜ she’s blinking faster to try to survey if he’s okay. anything telling her he’s hurt, if he’s not saying anything.
@maveriq asked : ❛ we can talk in the morning. for now, you need to rest. ❜
COFFEE CUP STAINS MARKING PAPERWORK ; perfect scattered brown circles , screens dulled and glaring back as a half light cuts through the blinds. four in the morning always seems to roll around like this when you’re all in the thick of it --- tenacious, wasn’t it ? that had been the word they’d used to describe you in your last evaluation. like a dog with a chew toy , unable - unwilling to let go. and as your fingers reach up to rub at the edges of your eyes -- his voice catching you from out of the blue , something at the back of your mind hisses - telling you that excuses you’d thrown his way would be enough. clearly they weren’t. they never would be. turning around on your chair, palms falling to rake at the starch of your uniform which has softned over time ❛ ... sir. ❜ gravel like pull at the back of your throat sounds more telling , thick earphones that hang around your neck feel like they weigh a tonne. however you frame this, the exhaustion is painted across your expression in thick broad strokes. ❛ the sam sites need to be nailed down. i know the commander said we have them all , but i’m not one hundred --- and i need to be one hundred within seventy two hours. ❜ lip darts out to moisten dry lips , apologetic frown that throws wrinkles up and over the bridge of your nose as you stare back to HIM. captain pete mitchell. the man. the myth. he’s around the same age your father would have been , you think --- eyes traversing the soft creases that line his features against a steely nature that pushes through and looks to offer you no reprieve. ❛ with all due respect - i know how much is riding on this. i can’t let it go. not yet. not until we’re sure. ❜
❛ and i shit you not - straight through my line of sight and everything. i don't know what it is about pilots , but it's like you all have some not so secret death wish ... ❜ eyes roll to the side and back again, avi's smile crooked as she looks from her almost empty glass back to the bar top - her voice isn't cloaked in it's typical professionalism. but then again she wouldn't be perched on a bar stool next to the captain if this was a typical professional situation. from somewhere behind them comes a roar of laughter, a group of fresh top gun attendees gathered around the dart board. the calm before the storm for them, what feels like a brief chance of a breath above the waves for her and mitchell.
❛ so , did you take the job ? they offer you that promotion or are you doing this one and sticking with that captain's salary ? ❜ it seems carefree but her question is pointed, an eyebrows quirking as she shifts to look at the new recruits before remembering that some of the older ones are staying around a little longer. eyes linger on their faces , the smiles - the way they still move like they have everything to prove and absolutely nothing to lose. any quirk of anxiety she feels pushed down with another sip of her drink, her focus returning to maverick. ❛ because if you're shipping out you should at least let me buy this round. consider it a parting gift. ❜
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