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Ranger is cleaning is F-18 and whistles a tune while he does so.
"That was impressive what you did today." Phoenix says as she walks over.
Ranger turns to see her and smiles.
"Well, he thinks that just because he's Captain and that he outranks us that he's the best. He doesn't outrank me though."
"Sure thing Cap." Phoenix says and pates him on the back.
"What happened up there? Something off between you two. I mean you don't even know eachother right?" Phoenix asks.
Ranger chuckles lightly and rubs his face.
"Is everything okay?" Phoenix asks noticing his tense state.
"I do know him. He's my Dad."
Phoenix's eyes widen.
"Wait so he's-"
"Yeah." Ranger replied nodding.
Ranger stepped down from his stool and stood face to face with Phoenix.
"About what happened last year, I just wanted to apologize-"
"It's fine."
"Well, no it's not. I mean I yelled at you and I-"
"Leo. Stop. You weren't happy. Everything was moving to fast. I think taking a break was a good idea."
"Yeah, but what I was getting to was... what if... I mean, if we stared over?" Ranger asked.
Phoenix nodded.
"Let's talk about this later okay? You should celebrate."
"Can I drive you home?" He asked.
"It's fine." Phoenix assures and walks off.
Ranger watched her go.
"Stop staring!" She yelled noticing his stare.
"I'm not staring! I'm admiring."
He could see her chuckle. He turned back to his plane and kept cleaning. Cleaning planes made him calm and happy.
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Hangman looks at an old photo on display of a wedding. It sat on Mav's desk which was in the aviator's lounge. His eyes locked on the caption.
"Cooper. You sly dog" He muttered.
"Yo, Coyote. Check this out." He called.
Coyote strode over and looked.
"Pete Mitchell, Mary Cooper." He read the caption.
"So? It's Mav's ex-wife." Coyote stated confused.
"Cooper." Hangman repeated.
"So?" Coyote was still confused.
"What's Ranger's last name?" Hangman asks pointing Coyote in the right direction.
"Cooper... Leo Cooper."
"Yup. See what I'm getting to?"
Coyote nods. Hangman grins and leaves.
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Maverick stands, holding a folder in one hand. Warlock and Cyclone sit. The mood is grim.
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Ranger ~ Top Gun Maverick
FanfictionAn alarm blares in Ranger's cockpit. "Oh shit." Ranger curses. A radar guided missile launcher, it's silhouette familiar to us by now, swivels around and lets fly with a SAM, traveling at MACH 5. Ranger throws flares, tries to evade, but he too is...
