Me gustas los aviones, (me gustas tú) - Top Gun:Maverick

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Mav finally left Ice’s house on Saturday morning. Mav felt like he overstayed his welcome. Not to mention Ice was being summoned to some family gathering in celebration of his new admiral status and arrival. Ice was in a mood all morning during breakfast because of it. 

Ice had been begging for Mav to accompany him. 

Mav laughed at his misery and declined. He needed to go home and wear clothes that were actually his and not Ice’s. 

He parked the car back in the garage, quickly running a hand over his bike in a greeting before entering the house. Mav moved methodically down the hall to his room, grabbing a change of his own clothes before stripping in the bathroom. Making sure to fold Ice’s clothes neatly. He’ll have to return them sometime. 

Mav took a nice and long shower. Letting the cold water run over his body. The Navy had trained him to enjoy a cold shower, and it always woke him up in the mornings. 

Drying himself, Mav pulled on sweats and a muscle shirt he found. Doing a quick pass on his hair before just deciding to let it air dry. He wandered the house aimlessly for a while, trying to find something to stall him. Soon he found himself doing nothing but staring at his phone on the coffee table. 

He sat on the couch right across from it. His elbows resting on his knees, his hands intertwined with each other as he glared down at the phone. 

Finally he released a long drawn out breath. Giving his phone one last long gaze before he went to the kitchen. Ripped the small paper with the phone number off from the fridge. Stood over the trash can. His grip tightening over the paper, it crinkled under the pressure. 

Mav walked back to the living room, grabbing his phone off from the coffee table. Pacing half the living room in long strides as he typed in the number. Bit down harshly on his tongue as he heard the dials of beeps. It didn’t ring for more than one and half tones before someone answered. 

“Admiral Keene speaking.” 

“It’s Captain Mitchell.” Mav hesitated. The both of them waiting for his decision. “I would like to accept your offer.” 

Maverick did not enjoy the immediate silence that followed. Then Mav felt the smile through the phone. Keene’s happy attitude was on full display. “I cannot wait to start working with you, Mitchell! I can have a plane ready by Monday to fly you out to DC to finalize the papers. Would this phone number be your primary contact?” 

Mav was flooded with information and found himself nodding before realizing. “Uh, Yes — Primary number. D.C?” 

“There are still some things we need to work out in person, don’t worry too much about it. Act like it’ll be a normal deployment.” 

Swallowing hard, Mav’s mind was racing a thousand miles per hour. “Okay. Anything I need to bring?” 

“Not at all, most of it will be provided. Like I said, act like this is just another deployment.” Keene assured. 

Mav found himself pacing the living room again. “See you on Monday, Admiral.” Mav waited for the line to click from the other side. 

Mav fell to the couch, his entire system being overwhelmed. His hand, still clutching the open phone. D.C. He was getting flown to D.C on Monday. Mav’s never even been to D.C before. It always felt like D.C was too important for him. A place where never smiling admirals go to make their sacrifices to the military gods.