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Pete Mitchell 🥰😍❤

Wished they'd give each other this call😭💔

CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) // AVENGERS: ENDGAME (2019)

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Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 96

Maverick: What's Kazansky's damn problem? I am not reckless or dangerous! You don't understand Goose, but he has a fucking stick in his ass, with that fucking pretty blue eyes and -

Goose: He'll stop in a few days Mav

Goose: *Thoughts* Or this end soon or this is end with me

*20 years later*

Bradley: *Calling his parents - Location: USNA* Dad, you don't understand, he's a plebe, that stupid Seresin, ughh he's so annoying! He has a fucking stick in his ass, with his fucking annoying but cute green eyes he beli-

Goose: *Sobbing into Carole's shoulder* NOT THIS AGAIN

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Its 2004...Mav and the flyboys getting drunk asf at his bachelor party. Slider gets called to bail their asses out, who is at Ice's stag right across town. He goes, takes a picture of them looking shitfaced and is sworn to secrecy to never tell Ice about the actual reason they got arrested. Slider agrees.

Fast forward to 2022—post tgm mission. Mav wakes up in the hospital, dazed but alive! Ice is sitting at his bedside: annoyed, relieved, yelling at him…kissing him. Tells Mav he’s grounded and rants about how he can’t believe Pete is almost 60 and still is “trouble walking.”

Mav, groggy and trying to be cute, mumbles, “I’m not trouble.”

Ice just pulls out the photo. "You want to try that again, Mitchell?"

Slider is a liar who lies.

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sunday dinners at the burrow

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 321

Hangman: *Staring at Goose*

Rooster: Why are you staring at my dad?

Hangman: It's just nice to know that you'll age like fine wine

Rooster:

Flyboys: *Laughing*

Goose: *Winks at Jake*

Rooster: DAD NO-

A Time-Travel idea I can't get out of my head

Before he can think more on it, before he can open his mouth to ask Carol what she would do if she woke up four decades younger-- a tiny voice calls out, clear and eager.

“Unc’a Mav!”

Pete’s heart stops in his chest, his breath catching painfully in his throat. A small form appears at the end of the hallway, sleepy and stumbling, but instantly recognizable. A toddler in his pajamas, with sleepy eyes that snap wide awake when they land on Pete.

Bradley.

Without thinking, Pete’s legs give out beneath him. He falls to his knees in an instant, his hands reaching out, and without hesitation, Bradley throws himself at him. The weight of the little boy in his arms is like a spark to his soul. The way Bradley clings to him, his small arms wrapping around Pete’s neck, is so familiar it nearly knocks the breath out of him.

“Oh, Baby Goose,” Pete chokes out, his voice raw with emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Bradley’s small body wiggles in his embrace, giggling.

Pete holds him so tightly, afraid that if he lets go, this moment will slip away, that this little boy—the one who’s still innocent, still whole—will disappear.

This is a Bradley who he didn’t lose. A Bradley who hadn’t stopped talking to him at 18, who hadn’t shut him out as he grew older. A Bradley who didn’t grow up without him.

Pete kisses the top of his head, his tears wetting the little boy’s messy hair, and he pulls him closer. Bradley doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes, too busy wrapping his arms tighter around Pete’s neck.

This was it. The one thing he never thought he could have again. The one thing that had slipped through his fingers so painfully—but now, now it’s here. And Pete can’t let it go.

“I’m here, Baby Goose,” Pete whispers, his voice shaking.

Damn it I'm going to write an entire fic on this, aren't I

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