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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Assistant!Wolfe!Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace (implied)

Characters: Assistant!Wolfe! Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Brigham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee, Penny Benjamin

Briefly mentioned: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe

Warnings: SMUT, P n V, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, teasing, Bradley calling the reader a brat (more than once), he also really REALLY likes his name (some might say it’s a name kink), fluff, singing, Bob is reader’s bestie, Pete gets deja vu, shameless Hangman and Phoenix longing for each other tease, only Coyote knows about their feelings, mentions of papa Goose and papa Wolfman, there’s a lot to unpack here

Word Count: 9,843

Playlist for PAT: We Are the Champions by Queen

Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis

Footloose by Kenny Rogers

A/N: I didn’t plan on making this a smutty one but then before I knew it, it was. I have no regrets

*Reader is Wolfman’s daughter and technically has “two” call signs, (Mave and Wolfman were close after TG and all the competing and Goose’s death. Reader easily became Mave’s fav out of the four of you [your two brothers and sister, who are also in or have been to TG]. Mave always took you with him whenever he was out working on whatever and you two were always singing hence Harmony). Howler is reader’s official call sign, courtesy of her pop’s and because if it was a good mission she’ll howl in victory

*We all know Maverick is Rooster’s surrogate dad, but he doesn’t want to replace Goose, so he chose to be the “Uncle” figure

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You fall back onto the piano bench, messing up his classic go to song. You push yourself up, cringing at the sound of the wrong piano keys being played. You turn to Bradley, “sorry.”

He smiles and shakes his head.

You spin around, “you mind if I try something?”

He says nothing, gesturing for you to go for it. You nod, fingers gliding along the keys, a familiar tune enters the bar.

Bob takes notice of how more than half the bar moves closer to your side, close to crowding the piano. A smile stretches across his lips, he’s the only one who knows.

I’ve paid my dues

Your voice drifts through Bradley’s ears.

Time after time

It’s you.

You’re the one who gets the entire bar involved… better than he ever could.

Everyone’s heard you play before but, he was one of the few who were never lucky enough to put a face to the voice.

I’ve done my sentence

But committed no crime

He’s brought out of his thoughts by the whole bar singing. He notices the nodding of your head; he turns and starts playing beside you.

And bad mistakes

I’ve made a few

He joins in.

A gentle smile dances cross your lips

I've had my share of sand

Kicked in my face

But I've come through

The two of you sing.

And we mean to go on and on and on and on

You glance over your shoulder, “come on everybody. I see some familiar faces and I know you know this song.”

Bradley shakes his head; a smile manages to stretch across his lips. He sometimes forgets how fun it can be at the Hard Deck.

We are the champions, my friends

The customers at the bar sing in sync.

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions

Bob glances over at Natasha and Mickey (who aren’t paying attention to him, focusing on the way you make the crowd move in sync in a way none of the others have ever seen done as smooth as this before).

The snacker shrugs heading over towards his friend. He stands beside the piano, too nervous to chime in.

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the World

You glance up to find the nervous man standing there, you offer him a smile, hoping to ease his nerves.

Bob would rarely join in when it was the two of you or just you doing something just like this. He's always been more of a “I’ll watch a few people do it before I join in”. It’s gotten better over the years but there are times where he’s still that shy young man you met a few years ago… like now. He hesitantly smiles back, fiddling with his glasses.

Bradley takes over, letting you move away from the bench.

You grab Bob’s hand, pulling him closer so he can stand in front of the seat, you stand on now. You place your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sway side to side until he starts doing it on his own.

The customers in the bar follow along and sway with the two of you.

The man with a mustache (whose name you still don’t know) lowers his voice, letting yours (and Bob’s) overpower his.

I've taken my bows

And my curtain calls

You glance over at the other pilots and point

You brought me fame and fortune

And everything that goes with it

I thank you all

You wave them over with a smile.

Mickey and Billy are the first to run over, standing on either side of Bob, the former doing his best not to stand in front of their fellow pilot.

But it's been no bed of roses

Neil and Callie stand beside Billy (who’s on Bob’s right).

No pleasure cruise

I consider it a challenge before

The human race

And I ain't gonna lose

You gesture for the other customers to quiet down, giving the pilots and WSO’s time to shine.

And we mean to go on and on and on and on

Logan shoves Reuben and Bringham in your direction.

We are the champions, my friends

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions

Javy drags Jake closer to the piano, pointing to the blond when you all sing

No time for losers

Jake shoves Javy away from him with a small smile.

'Cause we are the champions of the World

A wide smile stretches across your lips as you raise your arms, wanting to hear everyone again.

We are the champions, my friends

The beautiful sound of her bar’s loyal customers singing your usual tune brings a smile to her face and Penny can’t help but join in.

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions

You move Bob over to the one side of the piano, beside the kid with the buzzcut. You glance around, noticing how the other pilots you’ve seen here on numerous occasions now surround the piano.

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the world

You turn around, spreading your arms and fall back.

Those in front of piano seat catch you, carefully setting you down. They kind of expected this because this is the way you usually end whenever you’re on the piano.

You smile to those who caught you, “I thank you all.”

You practically hop back over to the man with a mustache, plopping down beside him. “Hi.”

He turns, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “hi.”

“You ever gonna take those things off?”

“’Fraid not. Gotta have some mystery, right?”

You pretend to think about it, “I think not.” You lean over, gingerly snatching them off him, placing them on your head. “Ah ah,” you swat his hand. “You’ll get these beauties back after we get to know each other.” You stick your hand out for a handshake, “deal?”

Now it’s his turn to pretend to think about it. He shrugs, “I guess.”

You blink once, twice; a shiver runs down your spine as he lifts your hand closer to him. “Oh, you’re gonna be trouble for me, aren’t you?”

He stares up at you through his lashes, his mustache tickling the back of your hand when he removes his lips to talk to you. “Do you want me to be?”

“You answer my question with a question. Oh, yeah, you’re trouble.”

“You wanna play another song?”

“Maybe later,” you pat his shoulder, standing up. You lean against him, whispering, “how about a dance instead?”

He says nothing.

“You’ll get your aviators back,” you say in a sing song tone.

He can’t lie, he’s intrigued and has been since he first heard you and the fact that you didn’t just call them sunglass like every other girl who’s chatted him up… interesting. “One dance?”

“One dance,” you confirm with a nod.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, sweetheart.” He turns, his dashing chestnut eyes searching yours only to find mischief.

“Oh, honey, you don’t know what you’re in for.”

Bradley narrows his eyes ever so slightly, “I’ll give you something to remember later.”

You lean in closer, your nose bumping against his letting him think you were going to kiss him before you lean down closer to his ear, “I’m counting on it.” You step back, walking away knowing that he’ll follow (and if not, you’re catching up with Bob for the rest of the evening). You’re not even halfway across the room when you’re pulled back. You place your free hand on his chest as you set your other on his shoulder. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

He raises a brow, “sounds like someone’s a little full of themselves.”

You shrug, “what can I say? I got my dad’s genes.”

“I see.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. That’s why I gotta talk to you, get to know you, right? So, I can know if that’s true or not.”

You click your tongue, “you’re learning.”

He smirks, pulling back spinning you around once before pulling you back into his arms, your back against his chest. “Think you can handle this?”

“Oh, I know I can, the question, can you, pilot?”

A breathless chuckle escapes him. “You know what I do.”

“Affirmative.”

“And yet, I still don’t know a thing about you.”

“In due time. In due time.” He hums.

Before you know it, you’re being spun around again, this time you laugh, finding yourself letting loose.

You spin around, bumping into someone, aiming to quickly apologize until you look up. “Maverick!”

“Harmony, you’re here?”

“Sure, looks like it.”

“Still giving me lip I see.”

“Don’t give me that look. You know you’re happy to see me.”

He sighs, “can’t say that I am.”

You scoff, shoving his shoulder.

Pete glances over your shoulder, finding Bradley getting closer. He uses his eyes to gesture to you.

Bradley clenches his jaw, shaking his head.

“You forgot this at Penny’s yesterday.” Pete holds your father hat in his hands.

You take it with a smile, removing the aviators and switching it for something a little homier.

“I see you two finally met,” says Pete, glancing between the two of you.

“We who?” You ask.

“You and Bradley.”

“Bradley?”

“Bradshaw.”

“Oh. Oh.” You stare at the young man with wide eyes, until you change the subject. You lift the aviators up for him to see, “now you’re definitely not getting these back, Bradshaw.”

His jaw drops, “now hang on a minute-”

“You still owe me a dance,” you place your hand on his chest, trying to push him back towards the jukebox.

He doesn’t budge. “I did dance with you.”

“Oh, no you didn’t.” You walk around him, holding his wrist guiding him towards the jukebox while you hook the aviators onto the collar of your shirt. “I want a full dance with the one who sings, “you shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain-”

“too much love drives a man insane.”

A smile dances across your lips, you look over your shoulder, “atta boy. You’re gettin’ it now.”

You push the number to get the song you want to play. He half expected you to play his song but raises a brow at the song of choice instead. You see the look he’s giving you, “don’t judge me, Bradley.”

It takes him a second to respond. “I’m not- I’m not just- uh- find your song of choice interesting. That’s all.”

“Liar.” You let go of his wrist, standing in the middle of the bar.

Been working so hard I’m punching my card

Bradley’s fellow pilots look at you in confusion until three other customers stand beside you dancing with you. The pilot interested in you sucks in his bottom lip to keep from smiling more.

Eight hours, for what?

Oh, tell me what I got

Bob joins you.

I gotten this feeling

That time's just holding me down

Now that he thinks about it, you and Bob are pretty close. Have you two met before? Bradley knows Bob has a friend that should be coming to town… soon?

I'll hit the ceiling

Or else I'll tear up this town

He musters all the courage that he could to stand in front of you, following your steps.

You smile at him, “glad to see you could join us.”

“You’re about to be more even more surprised.”

Tonight, I gotta cut loose, footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes

The mustached man sneaks his way beside you, holding his hand out for you.

Please, Louise

Pull me up off my knees

Jack, get back

C'mon, before we crack

You slap your hand onto his open palm, letting him pull you close.

Lose your blues

Everybody cut footloose

Jake leans closer to Javy whispering, “how is it that he can get the one interesting girl in this place?”

“I don’t think that’s who you’re thinking of.” The cocky pilot jerks his head back, “what?”

His friend raises a brow and tilts his head.

He knows who Javy is talking about, but he doesn’t want to admit it. He gulps seeing Natasha smiling, watching as the bar becomes even more livelier than before… maybe this could be his chance to ask her out talk to her?

Dig way down in your heart

You're burning, yearning for some

Somebody to tell you

That life ain't passing you by

The music seems to disappear as you feel your hat being stolen off your head only to find that he’s wearing it.

You don’t comment on it.

He places your hands on his shoulders, letting you wrap your hands around his neck, thumb brushing against the edge of the hair on the back of his neck.

Pete settles in a seat in front of his dearest Penny; his eyes wander around the bar, curious to see who’s here tonight and finds the two of you enjoying yourselves.

A sad smile tugs at the corners of his lips, nostalgia hits him hard in his heart and clouds his mind with those precious and irreplaceable memories. He always hoped knew, he knew Bradley would find himself a good woman but seeing you two reminds him so much of Nick and Carole.

The boy, now a man, certainly gained his confidence and flirting from his dad (Pete never quite knew how Carole accepted the dork he called a best friend, but anyone could see the love they shared so it didn’t matter). And tonight, he can see that flame being reignited with the two of you.

Pete shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink wondering how his nephew is gonna be able to handle you.

Wolfman was… a lot to some but still a damn good RIO (obviously since he was in Top Gun) overall your dad was an interesting man. He always found it funny when you didn’t quite go for the same route your dad did, but Pete and Leonard are proud of you non the less.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head. What are you thinking about?” asks Bradley.

“How you seem to pull of that hat better than me.”

He huffs out a chuckle, “I don’t think that’s possible, but I’ll take the compliment. Now, stand right here.” He reaches for the aviators, slowly pulling off and out of your shirt, setting them on your head like you did earlier. “Now, we both look good.”

“Is this the type of claim that a dog has when it pees on a tree?”

He stares at you with a confused expression as he laughs at your comment before calming down. “I’m not gonna lie and say I’d be happy to see you dancing with another person.”

You stare at him through your lashes, “then we’re in agreement?”

He nods, “seems we are.”

“We’re dance partners.” “We’re together.”

You tilt your head, “if we’re together, I don’t know because someone didn’t ask.”

He squints his eyes, thinking back to everything that’s happened tonight. “Seems like you’re right… how about this, we continue our dance and I take you out on a date, a proper one. We can talk and get away from all this.”

You know he’s mainly referring to the crowd. “As long as we can trade back.”

He sucks in air through his teeth, “I don’t know, I think I look good right now.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “cocky pilots.”

He smirks, leaning down to whisper, “you have yet to find out how cocky I can be.”

You scoff, turning your head to the side, unable to take his “flirting” at this current moment. “You’re so gonna be trouble for me.”

He shakes his head, unwrapping your arms from him.

You open your mouth to ask him what’s going on, you’re walking towards the register settling your tabs. “Brad-”

He shushes you, “this is a pre-date to our actual date.”

“Pre-date?”

“Just keep quiet while I take care of you.”

You narrow your eyes at the bar top, mimicking him under your breath.

Pete chuckles, finding the situation amusing reminding him of when Nick was just beginning to woo Carole.

You hear him and make your way over to him. “Why didn’t you tell me he was such a- a-”

“Such a?” Pete asks with a smirk, finding this whole thing hilarious.

“A punk.”

The laugh that was waiting to escape gets caught in his throat. “That’s one way to describe him.”

“I mean, I know I’m no saint but jeez, am I that bad?”

“You? No. No,” he shakes his head. “…Maybe a little but it’s okay.”

You shove his shoulder, “you’re supposed to be nice to me.”

“You wanted an honest answer.”

“I never asked for an honest answer.”

“I thought it was implied.”

“You thought-” You narrow your eyes at him, “you’re an evil, evil man, Maverick.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle, “oh, my call sign. I’m in trouble now, aren’t I?”

Bradley wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back. He leans down to whisper, “I gotta talk to Mav for sec, you mind talkin’ to Penny in the meantime?”

You turn your head, tilting it up to look at him, “you just don’t want me to ease drop on your boy talk, huh?”

There’s that smirk he’s come to know and have a very strong liking to. “Humor me, won’t you?”

“Fine, fine. Have your boy talk.” You wave him off, detaching yourself from him.

“It’s not boy talk, that sounds weird.”

“You’re the one that said it first,” you argue.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“See now with the way you’re silent. I win.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “No, no, you really don’t.”

“Oh, but I do, Bradshaw.”

He slaps his hand over his heart, “oh, last name. You wound me.”

“You’ll get over it.”

He shakes his head, watching you lean over the counter, talking to Penny before turning to Pete. Bradley leans over, giving Pete a side hug, whispering, “I’m takin’ her out on a proper date.” His uncle gives him a smile, nodding, “you treat her right, okay?”

“Of course, I am. What kind of man do you take me for, huh?” Pete shakes his head, “I’m just trying to warn you. You mess with her; you’ll be in for a world of hurt. Her words, not mine.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just doing what you said.”

“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”

“Don’t think.”

The smile falls from his face.

“Bradley-”

“How can I think about anything when it feels so right.”

It feels like he’s been sent back to youth, that nostalgic feeling has returned. Pete shakes his head that smile from before slowly creeps back onto his lips. “You two have fun, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Later old man,” you say, stealing Bradley away from him.

He watches as the two of you leave.

Penny steps closer, leaning down so he can hear her. “You, okay?”

Pete whirls his head around to look at her, “yeah. Never been better, Penny.”

“What’s that smile for?”

“Nothing, nothing just uh- thinking about the past.”

“Is that a good thing?”

One corner of his lips tugs upwards, “yeah, definitely a good thing.”

“Come on,” he groans.

“I am not as fast as you Bradley, give me a-” your cut off by your own screech when you’re thrown over his shoulder. You use one hand to push yourself up and the other to hold the aviators.

You look up and find Bob dancing with one of the nicer, less rowdy girls you’ve noticed come into the bar once or twice. Your eyes wander around the room, trying to catch anyone’s attention to “help” you, only to find Natasha dancing with Jake. You’ve got a wide smile stretching across your face not only because those two idiots finally did something about the tension between them but also because you’re about to earn half, if not all the bet money.

The last few verses of the sang play as the door closes.

Everybody cut, everybody cut

(Everybody) everybody cut footloose

Your feet are finally on the ground again. You huff, smacking his arm.

“What was that for?” He whines, rubbing his arm.

“Don’t you have any manners.”

“Manners?”

“If you’re gonna toss someone over your shoulders like a sack of potatoes, you should at least have the decency to ask first.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I wanted to get out of the one place that wouldn’t let me hear your beautiful voice.”

You throw a fake glare in his direction as you cross your arms, careful not to break the aviators you hooked onto the collar of your shirt again. “Don’t try to sweet talk me now, Bradshaw. You’ve already got my attention.”

“I do, don’t I?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know, it doesn’t look good on you.”

“That’s rude, sweetheart.”

“Tell me where your takin’ me.”

“I don’t know if I want to take you anywhere now.”

“Oh, now you-” you groan, “must you be such a pain in my ass.”

“I don’t about that. I mean unless you’re into that kind of thing,” he winks at you.

You throw your head back, laughing. “You just don’t stop, do you?”

“Nope. Guess you were right. You do have your hands full with me.”

You bite your lip to prevent you from smiling more but fail. “Take me away or lose your one chance to talk to me.”

“Get in the car.”

“Bossy.”

A smack fills the air.

You glance over your shoulder, mouth agape.

“Don’t talk back to me,” he says as if that excuses him from smacking your ass.

“You are not the boss of me, mister.”

He hums, “that’s what you think.”

You roll your eyes, ready to open the door when he beats you to it. You stare at him for a second. “So, you can be a gentleman?”

“Who says I’m not?”

“No one. No one.”

He hops into the driver’s seat, shutting the door. “If I let you choose the music, will I regret it?”

You shake your head, “no… but something tells me with the way you dress, we’ll be fine.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks with a curious tone.

“Your style is a little outdated compared to everyone else but, I think it suits you.” You snatch your hat off his head, placing it onto its rightful place.

“That hardly seems fair.”

“What does?”

“The fact that you got your hat back and I don’t have my aviators.”

You let out a quiet huh. “Guess you’re right. Turn towards me.”

He turns, you carefully set the glasses on him, staring at him once they’re on him. “What is it?” asks Bradley.

“You look very…” you peck his lips, “handsome.” You pull back, leaning into the seat, waiting for him to drive.

He turns his head towards you, “again, that hardly seems fair.”

“What does?”

“You got the first kiss and here I was being all cute, waiting for the right time. Shame,” he shakes his head, further adding to the joke.

The corners of your lips tilt up ever so slightly, one side off to the side; you scoot closer to the middle console, placing your hand on his thigh. “Oh, darlin’ we’ll be doing a lot more than what we’ve been doing tonight.”

Bradley shakes his head, “will we now?”

You tilt your head to the side, resting it on the seat, “that all depends on you,” you pat his thigh.

He starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot, “promises, promises.”

You lift your hand off his thigh.

He stops you from taking your hand off him and sets it back on his thigh, letting his hand weigh down on yours.

“That will be fulfilled.”

He hums, “don’t temp me.”

“Oh,” you shake your head, “I would never.”

The drive is nice; it’s quiet, the wind blowing through your hair as you keep one hand on your head to prevent you from losing your hat. “Where we going?” you ask.

He doesn’t say anything for a second.

You cut him off before he can even answer. “Do you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“Is it- is it raining?”

“What? No.”

Not even five minutes later, it’s pouring.

You ask him if he knows where the closest supermarket in your neighborhood is, which he does, you direct him to your house after he passes the store’s parking lot.

You two run out of the car, you hurry to open the door.

“Come on. Open it, open it.”

“I am trying,” you hiss at him.

“Okay… could you try to open it faster?”

“I am this close,” you pinch your fingers, “to leaving you out here.”

“Your fingers are touching,” he points out.

“Exactly, so don’t temp me.”

“Don’t be like that.” You open the door, shoving your hand onto his chest, “ah ah.”

“What?”

“You were nothing but mean to me when I was rushing to open the door. That’s very rude of you, you know.”

“I’ll make it up to you when my clothes aren’t sticking to me.”

“Promises, promises.”

“That I intend to fulfill.”

You stare at him with a blank expression, turning around, walking further into the house. “Take off your shoes, you’re not tracking anything into my place.”

He’s quick to enter, doing as you asked.

You walk back into the hallway, holding out a towel for him which he happily takes.

“So, you- uh- you live here alone?”

“Usually, yeah.” You flip your hair over, placing the towel on the back of your head, wrapping it. You flip your head up, holding the towel to make sure it doesn’t fall off your head. You blow out a breath of air, finding him staring at you. “What?”

He shrugs, “nothing. So, you’re usually here alone?”

“Yeah, just depends on if my brothers or sister gets deployed in town.”

“Okay.”

“I guess you could call it a family frat house.”

He chuckles. “Is it still a frat house if your sister stays here.”

“Probably not but we don’t need to go into the specifics… Do you want to shower or eat first?”

“I’m fi-”

“Don’t tell me that. C’mon, we’ve been at the bar for hours with little to no food and if you tell me that you’re not starving I’m gonna tell you that you’re full of shit and force you to eat something.”

“Alright, alright. I- uh- can I shower first?” He asks with a low tone, sounding almost like he was nervous.

“Follow me. I’m sure I can find something my brothers left behind that you can borrow.”

You bend down checking the bottom dresser drawers for sweatpants (your brothers never wear anything but comfy, pajama like things around the house). You move up grabbing a shirt and a pair of boxers. “All of this is clean, I promise. I buy new stuff a few days before any of them come over, so all of this is new.”

“I’d just be happy with a towel if you had nothing.”

“I’m sure you would.”

Neither of you say anything but the way your pupils dilate tells the other all they need to know.

“Alright, bathrooms in the room just open that one there,” you point to it. “And you’ll be all set. I’ve got to do a couple things since the rain’s getting heavier. Will you be fine on your own?”

He gives you a small smile, “I’ll be fine. The question is, will you?”

“Ten minutes away from you?” You place the back of your hand on your forehead, “whatever will I do without seeing your pornstache’?”

“Hey, hey, don’t hate on the stache’.”

Your hand falls off your forehead; you state at him with a serious expression. “Oh, believe me. I’m not.”

“Have fun. Just know if you’re in there for too long I’ll know what you’re doing,” you shout from the hallway.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Thinking about me a little too hard.”

Bradley looks down, realizing that you did see the bulge in his shorts. His top lips curls in annoyance, this is not how he wanted you to see him… at least, right now.

You make sure all the windows and doors are locked and closed properly before looking around your kitchen hoping to find something good to make that’ll fill your belly’s.

You sigh, removing the towel from your head opting to clip up your hair. You turn your phone on, searching for the music app, playing your most recently played playlist leaving it on the counter away from the area you’ll be using.

You aren’t paying too much attention to the sounds of the water from the shower, aiming to not think about a wet… naked… Bradley.

And, your mind is straying, you return your focus to the food in the pan.

Your soul leaves your body, and you lose your breath when Bradley wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you further into his embrace. “Smells good.”

“I sure as hell hope so since you just scared the living daylights out of me.”

“You look fine to me.”

You open your mouth to respond when he adds on. “No, you don’t fine- I mean you do, don’t get me wrong you do but, fine isn’t the right word I’d use. There are too many that could be used to describe you right now, but I can’t pick one.”

“Suck up. Okay, here’s the plan. I'm gonna put the lid back on, let this cook on low while you stay here or watch something in the living room so I can go take a shower.”

“Okay,” he pecks your lips, letting you go.

You run out of the kitchen, stopping in the doorway of your room, realizing how relationshipy that was and how it brings butterflies to your stomach as you think about how much you liked it… and him.

A knock on your door brings you out of your thoughts. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You, okay in there?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’ve been in here for a while, I was wondering if you were okay.”

There he goes being a sweetheart.

“I was just enjoying the hot water a little too much, I guess. I’ll be out in a few alright?”

“Okay.”

“Oh, you’re still here.” You clench the top of your towel tighter, unsure of what to do with your hands.

“Yeah.” He pushes himself off your bed, standing in front of you.

Your eyes follow his every move.

Bradley bends his head, leaning into you; his eyes switching back and forth between yours, “is this, okay?”

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“How far are you willing to go?”

“How far are you?”

You take a step forward, placing a hand on his forearm will your unoccupied hand plays with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Because I know what I want to do.”

“What’s that?”

“I want to take my time with you, watch you unravel as I make you feels thing no other guy has ever made you feel.”

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself," you tease.

"It might be," he leans in, resting his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes as if he’s trying to get a glimpse of your soul. “But it’d be worth it if I got to spend the night with you.”

“I must be pretty special then, huh? Out of all the ladies at the bar, the Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw wants to have his way with little ol’ me.”

“You seemed like the only one who’d put up with my ass.”

“More like I’d be the only one daring enough to do all that I could with it.”

“Careful there, sounds like you might be insinuating something you might not mean.”

“But we both know I mean it.”

“We do.”

“Stop talking and kiss me,” you breathe out.

He cups your cheeks, pulling you closer as he invades more of your space.

You open your mouth, letting his tongue pass your lips, mingling with yours. You feel the cold wall against your back. A low whine comes from the back of your throat.

He pulls back, smiling as he brushes his thumb against your cheekbone.

“Guess you like to be a little rough when you’re with a girl, huh?”

“What do you mean?” He asks between the kisses he makes (of course, leaving a hickey or three for all to see) as he trails down your neck.

“You could have easily spun me around towards the bed.”

His breath fans across the place where your neck and shoulder meet as he chuckles. “You complaining?”

“Oh, no. Definitely not.”

“Good.” He moves away from your collarbone, moving up so he can kiss you again.

Suddenly you slap his shoulders.

He jerks back, staring at you with wide eyes and terrified expression. “What? What? Are you okay? Should we stop?”

“Oh, we are not stopping.”

“Then why did you hit me?”

“The food.”

“I turned it off before I came up here.”

You scoff through your nose, “so, you did plan on seducing me?”

“No, no. No, I didn’t. I actually wanted to talk but then you came out wearing this surprisingly,” his hands travel down, landing on your hips, “soft towel and- and-”

“You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Yes!” spills out of his mouth before he can think. He pauses his movements, realizing what he said. “No, I mean no. Now you’re just twisting my words.”

“You’re spouting the truth without my help, darlin’.” Your hands slid across his shoulders, moving down onto his chest. “Why are you wearing your shirt? I put this in the dryer, so it was dry and for you to have something of your own to wear.”

His mustache twitches as he fights the urge to smirk. “I wanted it to be fair.” He hands travels down further, fingertips brushing against your thigh near the edge of the towel. “I mean I have something to rip off you, I thought you’d like to do the same thing to me but,” he extends the word. “Since I seem to be wrong,” he pulls away to take off his shirt, “I’ll just get rid of it myse-”

You rip the shirt open, buttons ripping off flying across the room, bouncing off walls, falling to the floor. You glide your hands along the top of his shoulders, getting your hands underneath the shirt so you can shove it off him.

The shirt falls into the crease of his elbows. His hands are on your waist again.

“Take it off.”

“So bossy,” he says with a teasing tone.

“Says the one doing the teasing.”

“Me? If anything, I’m doing the persuading.”

“Is that how you see it?”

He nods.

“Well then it seems like you’ll be working hard all night long.”

“Someone is very confident in themselves.”

You scoff, “like you haven’t thought about it.”

“Why would I go and do a thing like that?”

“Because you’re a horndog and don’t know how to handle me,” you finish with an “innocent” smile stretching across your lips.

Bradley’s eyes darken, he leans in.

You find yourself leaning in without realizing it.

“You’re gonna regret saying that baby.” His hand grips the back of your neck, holding you in place.

You gulp whatever saliva was in your mouth, at the thought of what’s about to happen. “Am I?”

He steps to the side, guiding you towards the bed. “Just can’t be quiet for one second, can you?”

You try not to focus on the heat building up in your core, instead, you enjoy the feeling of his bare chest against your towel covered body. You hiss as the cold air hits your body; you know your nipples are harder than they were just a second ago. “Could’ve given a girl a little warning,” you grumble.

He moves closer to you, one hand on your stomach, holding you tight against him. He leans his head down to whisper, “I thought you didn’t want me to be nice. I thought you said, you expected me to be rough with the way I moved you to the wall instead of the bed.”

You don’t say anything.

“Did I finally stump you? You have no comeback now? Aw,” he mocks you.

“Shut up.”

“There she is.”

“You keep talking like that I’m leaving.”

He picks you up, tossing you onto the bed, crawling over you. He gives you a cheeky smile as he hovers above you. “I don’t think you want to.”

“Maybe not,” you reach down for his belt without removing your gaze from his.

His stomach clenches as your fingernails scrap against his skin.

“Or maybe I’m trying to annoy to the point you’ll fuck the brat out of me.”

A shaky breath slips through his lips, he glances down, observing your moving hands. His head snaps back up to you, he cracks a smile. “Well, now that I know you’re plan. I’m not gonna do that.”

“Or maybe I’m pulling some reverse psychology shit.”

He crawls off you, removing the last piece of clothing he has on.

You scoot up, resting on the pillows as you watch his every move.

“Either way you’ll be left with a smile on your face.”

His hand wraps around your ankle, he jerks your body closer to him as he climbs onto the bed. He’s on his knees, heels digging into his calves.

You can feel his hard on pressed against your warm core. You roll your hips, tired of the waiting and the talking. “Come on,” you whine.

He shakes his head, grip tightening on your hips as he holds his breath.

You can see the veins forming along the sides of his neck; you can’t help but wonder- “do you have a veiny dick?”

He chokes out a laugh. “What?”

“You’re holding your breath and I can see them on the side of your neck,” you reach up, brushing your finger over it.

He shivers, “okay, you can stop now.”

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“You will if you know what’s good for you.” You stick your tongue out at him.

He tuts, shaking his head. “You have no shame, do you?”

“Seems like it but, that’s what drew you to me,” you throw a wink in his direction.

He doesn’t look back at you as he trails kisses along the base of your neck, being sure to focus on the area where your neck and shoulder meet then moving along your collarbone.

You scratch the back of his head as he does so, needing to keep your hands occupied.

“Someone’s greedy.”

He says nothing as he fondles your chest, kneading one breast while he leaves hickies and sucks on the other one; he takes his time giving each breast the same amount of attention.

You don’t want to move, in any way that would let him know how much he’s affecting you right now, but your body and your brain aren’t in sync. You roll your hips; quiet cries escape you.

He almost doesn’t hear them, but you can tell by the air huffing out of his nose onto your skin that he finds it amusing.

You could care less as he moves back down you, kissing the sides of your body.

His mustache tickles as he leaves hungry kisses against your ribs, sucking on your skin, leaving a hickey or two (that’ll definitely stays on you for a couple of weeks).

This results in your body jerking, curling into itself.

He stops, resting on his knees as he caresses your leg. “Hey, now. If you want to feel good, you’ll stop.”

“But I already feel so good.”

“Don’t give me those fake doh eyes, sweetheart,” his face is less than an inch from yours, “because we both know I can make you feel really good.”

You lift your leg up onto his hip, heel barely digging into the flesh of his curvy bottom. “And that’s exactly why I’m riling you up.”

He shakes his head, letting your leg fall of him. The hair on his lip continues to tickle you as he nips at the inside of your thighs.

You huff, curling your fingers in his hair, tugging on it.

He groans, the vibration of the noise makes you smirk.

You know exactly how to rile ‘em up.

“You sure you’re alright with all of this?” He asks as he stares at your glistening bare slit.

You’re too into your thoughts, feeling cocky to notice Bradley’s movements.

Your jaw drops open. You look down, his head pops up. “Why?” You whine.

“You weren’t paying attention,” he says with a serious tone even though your wetness shines on his lips and in the hairs of his mustache.

“So, that means you play with me to get my attention?”

“Yeah.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “I’m so close to leaving you high and dry.”

“I think it’s the other way around, sweetheart.”

“You are such a-”

He cuts you off with a kiss, the taste of you mingling with your shared saliva as his tongue enters your mouth.

You move one hand towards his side, poking him hard.

“Ow.”

“Don’t cut me off like that then.”

“I thought you wanted me to treat you like the brat you are.”

You gasp, partly because of what he said but also because of his fingertip slowly entering you.

“I can try and tame the brat in you, but I want to make sure you can enjoy it, yeah?”

You give him a mumbled response, nodding your head.

“I’m gonna need you to open your eyes for me.”

Your eyes snap open, you didn’t realize you’d shut them in the first place.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, “you ready to start enjoying the night?”

You clench around his fingers in response.

“Just remember you asked for it.” He doesn’t stop moving his fingers in and out of your core, oh no, he would never do such a thing.

You fight the urge to close your eyes, wanting to see how he looks going down on you.

Bradley swipes at your buzzing bundle.

You jerk, head bobbing forward.

He does it a few more times before he starts sucking on your clit and doing a “come hither” motion with his fingers.

You can’t say anything, can’t tell him how good it feels with him doing- whatever it is he’s doing, your mind is fuzzy as he continues.

He switches from sucking on your bundle to licking it.

He is the least bit relentless as he speeds up the pace of which his fingers are moving at.

You cry out, hips rolling and thrusting against him; it’s hard to stop when you feel so good, so good and you let him know. “So good. So good.”

He lifts his head, thumb rubbing your clit so he can talk, “knew I’d get the brat out of you so you can be good for me.”

You open your eyes, staring at the ceiling, a shaky chuckle comes out before you can say anything. “Believe-” you moan, “believe me you didn’t, hon- honey.”

“Guess that means I gotta try harder.”

You smile, closing your eyes, “yeah.” Your head snaps up, staring at the devilish, hunk of a man, “wait- what?”

He speeds up the pace, his fingers hammering in and out of you so fast you don’t know what to do.

Your thighs are shaking almost closing in on him but with his one hand on your thigh, keeping you spread for him prevents his erotic death from happening. “Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“My name’s not God, sweetheart.”

A throaty moan comes out as your answer. “Shut- shut up.”

“Say my name and you’ll be a happy girl.”

You can feel yourself getting closer.

“Say it.”

“Brad-” you moan as he speeds up his pace even more, sucking on your buzzing bundle again. How is it possible for him to go this fast and not get a wrist or finger cramp? Why are you thinking about that right now? “Oh. Oh. Brad- ohhh- Brad-” is all that slips off your tongue.

He moves away from your heat with a pop, you groan in annoyance.

Your hands clench the sheets between your hands, not wanting to rip his hair out (because boy, oh boy, does he make you feel like a winner).

“Come on, sweetheart. Just a few more letters.”

You throw your head back, mouth agape wanting to say more but with the way your body tingles, it doesn’t happen.

Bradley’s hand sneaks its way up your torso, playing with your gorgeous tits for a few minutes; tugging and pulling at your nipples, wanting to make you feel good (and his touch everywhere) right now until he can properly have his way with you.

You can feel his hand on your neck, and you know he can feel the way your pulse increases at this motion.

He doesn’t stop there though, he grips your jaw with one hand, forcing your head down clearly wanting you to look at him.

Your eyes snap open, dilated pupils hiding your natural eye color.

His ego skyrockets at the sight of your fucked out expression even though he’s barely done anything to you.

“You say my name one time right now and I’ll reward you for being such a patient brat. How’s that sound?”

You nod; you would give him anything he asked for at this moment if it meant you could cum. He slips his fingers into your mouth.

“Say it.”

You stare at him with pleading eyes and what seems to be a (pathetic) confused expression as you suck on his fingers.

“Say. It.”

You moan, your vibrations sending a wave of confidence and horny through him.

“Say it and you’ll get what you want.”

You shake your head.

He sighs, removing himself from you.

“Wh-” you try to say only to find yourself face first into your sheets, “woah!”

The movements of him behind you tells you that you’re about to enjoy yourself.

His hands are on your waist, pulling you up closer. He lines himself up against you; you arch your back, hips rolling against him. He bends down, “all you had to do was say one simple word, but you couldn’t even do that.”

You scoff, dropping back down onto the mattress, “whatever.” You nibble on your bottom lip, waiting to see what he’s going to do next.

Bradley smacks your ass, chuckling at your surprised yelp. He grips your hips, forcing the lower half of your body off the bed and onto his lap. He releases one your hips, rubbing his stiff, covered cock against your core. “You still good? You with me?”

“How can I not be when you’ve barely done anything?”

“Just remembered you asked for it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He slowly slides in, not wanting to hurt you (or blow his load too soon). His hips snap against yours, you lurch forward, unsure of how to balance yourself having never been this full before.

You pray this never has to end until he pulls out, leaving his dripping, latex covered cock in you before he hammers into you once more. You rest your forehead against your arm, hands clenching the sheets and he continues to take you higher and higher on a euphoric level.

The only noises in the room are skin slapping against, his quiet groans and the quiet gasps that escape you.

You do, God, you want to call out his name so bad, so, so bad but don’t just to drive him crazy.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” You ask with a smirk.

He growls, hauling your torso upwards against him; his hand rests on your neck, not squeezing the area but still letting you know who’s in control (right now). “Say it,” he hisses into your ear.

“No.”

His free hand slides down your side, moving towards the front of your belly. He moves lower and lower until he finds what he’s looking for. He doesn’t start you off at a slow pace to ease you in, he’s quick to circle your clit, moving at the same speed his hips thrust into you.

Your moans are louder than before, you whine. “Roost- Rooster.”

“Uh-uh. Say my name. Not my call sign, baby.”

Your breathing becomes more ragged as he speeds up which you didn’t think was possible. “N- no.”

A loud sigh enters your ear but you’re unfazed until the euphoria and tingling leaves you.

You fall forward, bracing yourself before you could face plant into the crumpled sheets. Your head snaps in his direction. “Why?” You whine.

He sticks his bottom lip out, throwing an unsympathetic pout your way. “Poor baby.” He leans down, pulling you back into his lap.

You sit back onto his lap, his hard cock resting against the curve of your bottom. Your hands holding onto his thighs, hoping to inch closer to the one thing your needy for right now.

His hand finds its way back to your neck, guiding your head back onto his shoulder. “Are you gonna be a brat the whole night?”

A light chuckle escapes you, “no… not the whole night.”

“Is that more bratty behavior I’m sensing?”

“Bratty, never. Slight defiance, maybe.” You tilt your head, looking up at him, “are you not enjoying it?”

One side of his mouth tugs upward, “good to know.” He pushes you off him, turning you around.

Your arms lock around the back of his neck, your chest against his.

He sets his hands under your thighs as he moves off the bed.

“Where were going?”

“Somewhere I’m sure you’ll be able to scream my name.”

Your back hits the nearest wall, not hard enough to knock the wind out of you. Your chest heaves with every breath you take, anticipation floods through your veins. “Oh, yeah?”

“I’m counting on it.”

“Someone’s c-”

His hips snap, this position much better more filling than before as he fills you to the brim. “Was the word you’re looking for,” he pulls his hips back and snaps into you once more. “Cocky?”

“Don’t,” a shaky breath comes out of you, “don’t get too- confident there. It’s not- a- ah- ah- good look on you.”

“Okay.”

You tilt your head up, closing your eyes once they roll into the back of your head. Your nails dig into the side of his neck and shoulder. “Br-”

“Come on now. Say it.”

“Brad-” A high pitched moan cuts you off. “Brad-”

“Just a little more, sweetheart.” He observes the way your mouth opens, the ideas running through his head make him slow down.

Your head snaps up, “no. No. Not again. Please?” You ask with a whiney tone, hips rolling against his to make a point.

He moves closer, his chest against yours as he focuses solely on making you cum right here and right now. One hand sneaks between your body’s, his thumb circling your buzzing bundle.

You start clenching around him.

“That’s it, just a little more.”

Your breathing stutters, it’s too much. “Brad- Brad-”

“Don’t give up now. You’re so close to getting what you want, sweetheart.”

You cup his cheeks and yank his head closer, wanting to feel him everywhere. You push his head away from you, keeping him close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips. You stare into his pretty chesnut eyes and whisper, “Bradley.” You think you hear his breath hitch before you close your eyes, vision going white. You stutter his name in slow, unsteady breathes as he helps you ride out your high.

He hardly slows his pace, giving you enough time to catch your breath.

You open your eyes, blinking a few times to focus on him. Your chest heaves as you take deep breathes, your fingers curl in his hair gaining his attention. “If we- God, man what did you do to me?”

He smirks, “I made you feel good.”

You scoff, tugging on his hair; he grunts, his grip tightens on your hip and thigh. “You keep doing that and I’m gonna lose it.” You lick your lip, wetting it on purpose to distract him.

His gaze does indeed travel down giving you the opportunity to clench around his length.

He stills inside you, head in the crook of your neck with his mouth latched onto the skin of your shoulder, you can feel his groans vibrating against your skin followed by the faintest whisper of your name.

You hum, petting the back of his head, “did lose your composure, big boy?”

He lifts his head, narrowing his eyes at you. “You know exactly what you did.”

An evil smile stretches across your lips, “I do, and I don’t regret it one bit.” You tap his shoulder, “now let me go.”

“You sure you want me to do that?”

You purse your lips, “okay, you cocky man. Here’s what’s going to happen,” you point to him. “You’re going to help me walk to the bathroom so we can both shower because I’m not gonna lay in a bed with a sweaty guy, unless you’re not staying then-”

“I’m staying,” he interrupts. “If- if… that’s okay.”

“Your cock is literally still inside me and you wonder if you spending the night is okay. Oh, I’m definitely keeping you.”

He scoffs through his nose, “I didn’t realize I was a pet, sweetheart.”

“You are, now take me to the shower or lose your place in my bed.”

He pulls his semi hard cock out of your, now, pulsating core.

You unwrap your legs from his waist, giving the hint that you want to walk (with his assistance of course).

You two make it to the bathroom with little to no issues (all thanks to the hunky man).

After standing in the shower, letting the warm water roll down your body’s, relaxing you.

It takes less than an hour for the two of you to fall asleep, you in a t-shirt and him in his (now washed and dry) boxers.

Bradley’s still sleeping.

You purse your lips, jealous that he can sleep some more than you. Your eyes wander around the dark, barely lit room; you stop at the sight of his shirt.

You get out of bed, slipping your feet into your slippers not wanting to feel the cold floor, pausing to look back at him, sighing out a relief that he’s still asleep. Next time you’ll be careful when getting out of bed.

You grab the shirt, gripping it tightly when you think about that last part again. “Next time?” Your head snaps over at the snoring, adorable, mustached man in your bed, tangled in the sheets. The corner of your lips tugs upwards, a gentle smile dancing across your lips, “next time, indeed.”

You walk over to the window, opening the blinds a bit so little natural light can escape and brighten your room up in an hour but, in the meantime, you’ll settle for your headlamp.

You reach into the drawer of your nightstand, grabbing the headlamp before opening your closet, searching for your sewing kit.

You sit back on the bed carefully setting your kit in front of you, not wanting to lose your needles (you did that once and let’s just say it was not a fun night).

Bradley rolls over and opens one eye; he smiles, staring at you, resting his head on his hand. "What're you doing?"

You finish working on this button, you were lucky to get three done before he woke up.

"Fixing your shirt."

"You didn't have to do that."

You take the headlamp off your head, rubbing your forehead. "I felt bad."

"Why?"

You sigh, "hang on." You open the blinds and run out into the living room, taking a picture frame off the table nearest to the wall, and run back into your room.

You hold it out for him.

He takes it, staring at it for a second. "Oh." "Sorry."

"No. No. It’s okay… why- uh- why do you have this picture?"

"My dad obviously."

"Which one is he?"

"You know the hat I was wearing tonight."

"Yeah?"

"Look for it." You settle back onto the bed, starting to work on another button.

"Wait!” He pushes himself up, “you're Howler?!"

You nod "yeah, you know who I am?"

“How could I not? You’re all anyone talks about and your Bob’s best friend.”

“The first thing I can imagine happening. Pilots like to gossip but I didn’t realize anyone knew I know Bob.”

“I put it together last night. Bob’s never one to warm up to a person that fast.”

You nod, sitting back on the bed, “fair enough.”

He doesn’t look away from the picture.

“Do you want me to put it back?”

He shakes his head, “no, no. This is- this is actually nice.”

“Is it?” You set his, now, finished shirt on your nightstand along with your sewing kit. You scoot closer to him, resting your elbow on the pillow, your hand rests on his shoulder. “How so?”

“I’ve seen almost every picture of my dad, but I’ve never seen this one before.”

“Yeah… I think my dad stole his camera because there’s a few others with Goose chasing after him and then the two wrestling with your dad looking pretty victorious as he dances around with his hat on.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckle.

Bradley turns his head, watching you with a small smile.

You turn to see his star dazed expression. “You want to see more?”

“In the living room?”

“And the few boxes I got around here somewhere. If that’s alright with you, of course.”

He cups your cheek, leaning in, “let’s do it.”

Neither of you had talked about it, what would happen between the two of you the next day; you risk it and kiss him.

“I’ll make the food this time.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh my god! The food.”

His arm wraps around your waist pulling you back into his.

“Let go,” you whine.

“No, no. Calm down, I took care of it last night.”

You stop fighting his hold, “you did?”

“I did, now can you stop freaking out?”

“Maybe. Let me go so I can go find the boxes.”

“If we must.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You push yourself out of bed, barely out the door when you hear, “are you wearing anything under your shirt?”

“My answer depends on your response.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone in this house ever get out of bed as fast as Bradley did in that moment.

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Lieutenant Rogers - pt 1

Call Sign ‘Star’

(not my gifs)

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), penny benjamin, sam wilson, bucky barnes, james rhodes (this chapter only), john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, if i miss any please let me know

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

sources: Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

reader’s call sign: ‘star’

pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

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You stared at Sam from your spot leaning on your bar. “Say something.” “Why? Why do you want to give me the shield?” “Because you're his child, Y/N. It should belong to you.” You shook your head, “No, Sam, he gave it to you. It’s yours.” “Yes, which is why I am now giving it to you. If it’s mine I can do what I want with it.”

You rubbed your face, “Sam, I can’t take up the mantle. Dad wanted you to take it over, and I agree with him.” “Why can’t you take it?” “Because I'm on active duty, and the Navy is where I belong.” Sam hung his head.

“I can’t fill his shoes. This shield- it means something to so many people. Me included. But Steve gave it that meaning. I’m gonna let him down.” You sighed and pulled Sam out of his chair. “Sam, I won’t begin to understand why you feel that way. You could never let him down.” You hugged him, “He trusted you with it. And I do too. I know you’ll only do what you think is best.”

He hugged you back, sighing as he looked at the photo on your mantle in your house and the folded flag in its protective box. Sam wrapped his arms a little tighter around you before letting go.

“I’ll let you get back to getting ready. Have a good night Y/N.” He walked past you to the door. “Sam, wait!”

He stopped with his hand on the handle, “You sure you don’t want to stay? I’m sure Neil wouldn’t mind you staying for dinner.” He shook his head, “I’ve got plans tonight, but maybe some other time.” You nodded, “Okay. Call me if you need anything. Love ya Sam!” “Love you too kid!”

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When Sam told you that his plan was to turn the shield over to the museum for the Captain America exhibit, you weren’t happy. But you realized that this was what Sam thought was best, what he thought was right. You trusted Sam, so you supported him.

He asked you to be there at the ceremony, for support and reassurance. So, that’s what you did, with permission from your superiors of course.

Wearing your dress blues, you stood right next to Rhodey. “Lieutenant Rogers.” “Colonel Rhodes.” He sighed, “I’m not gonna lie, I’m surprised to see you here.” “Is that because I’m on active duty, or because of a more personal thing, sir?” He chuckled, “Bit of both.” You sighed, “I’m here to support Sam. I know he needs it from me. He sure as hell isn’t getting it from Bucky.”

“Has he even talked to Bucky since the funeral?” You shook your head, “I don’t think so.” “Have you?” “I’ve tried. I’m not sure he wants to talk to me.” Rhodey just nodded.

Sam stepped up to the podium, “Steve represented the best in all of us. Courageous, righteous, hopeful. And he mastered posing stoically.” The crowd chuckled. “The world has been forever changed. A few months ago, billions of people reappeared after five years away, sending the world into turmoil.”

Sam paused and tears burned the backs of your eyes. “We need new heroes. Ones suited for the times we’re in.” He looked at you and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Symbols… are nothing without the men and women that give them meaning,” he nodded down to the shield. “And this thing,” he chuckled fondly and picked it up. “I don’t know if there’s ever been a greater symbol. But it’s more about the man who propped it up, and he’s gone.”

You exhaled shakily and looked down, your standard bun not allowing your hair to cover your face.

Sam looked at you before continuing, “So, today we honor Steve’s legacy. But also, we look to the future.” You looked up and made eye contact with Sam, him giving you a small smile; almost as if to say, You’re his legacy and you are the future.

He looked at the banner behind him. “So, thank you, Captain America. But this belongs to you…” You walked up to be beside Sam as they placed the shield in its display case. Cameras flashing everywhere. You both clinched your jaws.

To him, this was to honor Steve. But to you, this was like you were truly putting him to rest, and you really didn’t know how to feel.

Afterwards you, Rhodey, and Sam were talking with some government official (that’s literally what the IMDb says). “Thanks again for comin’ forward with the shield, Sam. It was the right decision.” They shook hands and he walked away, nodding to you as he left.

Your phone rang, “I’m sorry, I need to take this.” Both nodded and watched you walk away. “This is Lieutenant Rogers.” Out of the corner of your eye you saw Rhodey and Sam walk away.

“Star, I know you’re taking care of something personal, but I need you back on base as soon as possible.” You nodded, “Yes, sir. It should take me about four hours to get back.” “That’s alright, just get here.” “Yes sir.” You hung up and went to find Sam and Rhodey.

You walked into the exhibit, running into Rhodey making his way out. He noticed the rush you were in. “You get orders?” “Yeah. I need to be back on base as soon as possible.” He nodded, “He’s back there.” You followed his hand, seeing Sam by the shield display. “Thank you.”

You moved past Rhodey. “Hey, Star?” You straightened and turned around. “Whatever it is, give ‘em hell alright?” You nodded, “Of course, sir.” You saluted each other before you moved to Sam.

When you came up beside him, he spoke first.

“Thank you for being here, Y/N. I know this wasn’t what you were expecting me to do,” Sam said with his head hung between his shoulders. “I don’t think anyone was expecting it honestly.” He looked back up, looking at you before moving his eyes to the exhibit.

You sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I’m needed back on base. I’ve gotta go.” Sam nodded and looked down at you, “You better get going, it’s a four hour drive.” You nodded as well and hugged Sam.

“Call me if you need anything,” he said once he pulled away, patting your shoulder. “Always do. Tell Sarah and the kids ‘hi’ for me okay?” “Of course.”

When you got back to base, you changed before meeting with your commanding officer, seeing Omaha and his WSO, Halo, there as well.

Once you were allowed in you stood at attention in front of his desk. “Sir, may I ask why you needed me back so urgently?” “You’ve all been called back to TOPGUN.” You looked down at him in surprise before looking at the two next to you. “Sir?” “I wasn’t informed of why, but you along with 10 others were called back. You’re due to report in two weeks to North Island.” You nodded, “Yes sir.”

Since you had moved to North Island after graduating TOPGUN five years ago, you and your boyfriend were allowed to move in early, to get a feel for the island again.

*******

A few days into your stay at the North Island you were watching TV while Omaha had gone to get groceries.

You had finished your beer and were getting up to get a new one, when a news broadcast took over the rerun you were watching.

“Unrest, in the wake of recent events, has left us vulnerable. Everyday Americans feel it. While we love heroes who put their lives on the line to defend Earth, we also need a hero to defend this country. We need a real person who embodies America’s greatest values. We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us.” The man said.

You recognized him as the guy who was talking to Sam after his speech.

“So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America!”

Your throat dried up as some guy walked out, carrying your father’s shield like it was a damn trophy. Your heart ripped in half. You could already tell this guy was bad news and when he winked at the camera, you nearly threw up.

Tears filled your eyes as you stared at the screen, even though it no longer portrayed the imposter.

You gasped when the bottle shattered in your hand, not even registering how hard you were holding it.

Robotically, you moved to the bathroom, cradling your hand to keep blood off the floor. Then moved routinely as you grabbed what you needed from the drawers and cabinets.

*********

When Neil came home he didn’t expect to see a shattered bottle followed by little droplets of blood on the living room floor and your phone ringing.

But he didn’t panic, instead he set the grocery bags down and went to your phone, seeing “Bird Boy” displayed as the caller ID. He just let it ring as he followed the little droplets to the closed bathroom door.

He looked down at your phone before knocking and saw Sam had called you a lot.

“Baby?” He knocked softly. “Y/N, are you okay? What happened?” When he was met with silence he tried the handle, finding it unlocked. “I’m coming in.” Omaha pushed the door open slowly.

You were sitting on the closed toilet seat with a cut up hand and your other hand slightly shaking with tweezers in it as a small pool of blood was gathering at your feet.

He squatted in front of you, “Doll? You with me?” He wasn’t sure what was going on, maybe you got hit with a bad flashback. But your nod told him it was something else.

He slowly took the tweezers from you, “Wanna tell me what happened?” You inhaled and clenched your jaw as he wiggled a bigger piece of glass out of your hand. “You don’t have to hide it from me…”

As you exhaled, a small sob escaped your throat, “They gave it to someone, Neil. They fucking replaced him, with some Wal-Mart looking asshole.” Omaha clenched his own jaw and exhaled, “I guess that’s why Sam has been trying to get ahold of you.” You nodded, wincing a little as he pulled out some more shards before disinfecting the cuts.

Your phone rang again, but he moved it out of your reach, “After we patch you up. Talk to me about how you feel.” You swallowed, “I want to go UA just to kick this guy’s ass, but I have to focus on this mission, whatever it is. I need to carry on the legacy of Captain America, shield or no shield.”

Omaha smiled and pressed a kiss to your now bandaged hand. “Plus, it’s not like the government cares what I have to say on the matter anyway,” you dryly chuckled, flexing your hand.

He pulled you off the toilet and into a hug, “That’s my girl.” You hummed and kissed his chest, where his dog tags were. “No, but seriously the guy looked like Carl from Up, I swear.” Omaha threw his head back and laughed, “Okay, come on now. How does steak sound?” “With your mom’s corn?” He kissed your nose, “Whatever you want, Star-light.” You giggled and kissed his lips.

Your phone ringing again made you pull away. “I should probably answer him before he flies up here.” Neil nodded, “I’ll get started.” He left to the kitchen and you took your phone to the back porch.

You answered the phone, “Sa-” “Did you see the news?” You sighed, “Yeah, I sure did Sam.” “God, I swear had I known they were gonna do that I would have never-” “Sam, Sam, I know. I know,” you cut him off. “Had I known they were gonna give it to someone I wouldn’t have let you. But Sam, I need you to be honest with me...” “Of course.” “I can’t be involved with this, not until this mission is over. Will you make sure this asshole doesn’t ruin my father’s image? Ruin his legacy?” “You have my word.” You nodded, “Good, good. I’ve gotta go, talk to you later.”

********** *1 Week Later*

Checking to make sure you had everything, you threw on your dad’s aviators and threw your hair into a ponytail. Getting the keys, you got on your bike and sped to the Hard Deck to meet your fellow pilots and boyfriend.

Walking in while sliding your sunglasses on your head, everyone right by the door turned and smiled at you, greeting you as you walked by. And of course you said ‘hello’ back but made minimal conversation as you went to the bar. You didn’t make a big deal out of your presence just yet and just looked around.

“Y/N Rogers, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You turned and smiled at Penny, “Hi Penny.” “Are you here for the same reason they’re here?” You nodded, “Yes ma’am.” She nodded, gesturing over her shoulder with her thumb, “Want the usual?” “Yes, please.” She nodded and went to get you an Angry Orchard.

Sure, the serum allowed you to hold your alcohol, you just preferred the cider.

When she came back she smiled, “Hey, don’t worry about this one. It’s on him. I’ll start yours on the next one.” You followed the direction she had nodded her head in, seeing a dark headed guy in a green jacket. You tilted your bottle in thanks and he gave a nod and small smile back.

You turned to the group of pilots at the pool table and decided to make your way over.

You walk over to see Hangman walk away and hear the conversation between Phoenix and Rooster. “Well, he hasn’t changed.” “Nope.” You just smirked and took a seat on the barstool by the pool table, nobody noticing you.

“Check it out,” Fanboy said as he walked over to Phoenix. “More patches.” You glanced around the pillar, seeing the group of 5 khaki clad aviators. Payback did a roll call, “That’s Harvard, Yale, Omaha… Shit, that’s Fritz.” You looked back over at the group in front of you. “What the hell kinda mission is this?” Fanboy asked.

You stood up, boots hitting the hardwood floor, “That’s not the question we should be asking.”

Everyone turned at the sound of your voice. You smirked a little and gestured to the group with the butt end of your bottle, “Everyone here is the best there is. Who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?”

“Star, that you?” You turned your head, seeing Bob, your best friend. “Robert Floyd, damn it’s good to see you.” You hugged him. “How’s Lemoore?” He shrugged giving you a small smile, “It was good when I left it. How are you holdin’ up?” Bob lowered his voice when he said that last part. You returned his previous smile, “Better than I thought I would be..”

“Well would you look at that? Thought the room looked a little brighter,” Hangman rested his arms on your shoulders and his chin on your head.

“Who’s ass you kiss to be here?” You gave Bob a smile before elbowing the Texan in the ribs. “No, Bagman it’s kick, not kiss, and I do believe you’re on the list.” He painfully chuckled, groaning as he stood up, “Still as pointy as every, Star.” You nodded, “Best believe it.” You winked before waving to Bob and going over to your boyfriend.

“Hey, Doll,” Omaha said when you walked up to him. “Hey, Baby.” He kissed the top of your head and threw his arm around you.

As you talked with Halo and Omaha, the music cut out and everyone groaned. But soon, piano notes floated into the air, their distinct sound floating over everyone’s voices.

Phoenix was the first to notice that it was Rooster at the piano and got everyone’s attention. “Hey, guys, come on.” You smiled and grabbed Neil’s hand to pull him with you.

Rooster was warming up his fingers when the bell rang. You turned and caught the same dark haired guy from before hanging his head, then everyone began chanting ‘overboard’.

Omaha winced, “Poor guy.” You chuckled and saw that Hangman, Payback, and Coyote were going over to throw him overboard.

Once he was thrown out, Rooster finally started the song.

You sang along, Neil spinning you around and laughing. “Imma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine!” You practically yelled in each other’s faces, but laughed before pulling each other into a kiss. You looked down and noticed that he didn’t have a drink. “Here, watch my drink, I’ll go get you one.” “You don’t have to,” he pulled you closer. “Yeah, but the bar isn’t occupied right now, it’ll only be a second.” He nodded, “Alright.”

You walked up and found Penny looking out the window. “You alright, Pen?” She blinked and nodded as she looked away from the door to you. “Uh, yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

You looked to where she was looking and saw once again the dark haired man, this time instead of smiling he looked like he wanted to puke. “Who’s that?” “Captain Pete Mitchell, or Maverick.”

Your eyes widened, “Wait, really?” Penny nodded. You looked at Pete and followed his eyes to Bradley at the piano, and you could put the pieces together. You saw your father with the same look every time he heard a song from his childhood and was reminded of Bucky.

You glanced back to see Omaha dancing with Fritz and you moved to go talk to Mav but he left before you could make it to the door. You sighed and turned back to Penny, who already had the bottle held out to you. “Thanks Pen.”

By the time you made it back over to your boyfriend, Rooster had finished the song and everyone was chanting his name.

**********

After it cooled down, you all regrouped at the pool table. “Star, I didn’t even see you come in! Holy shit, how have you been?” Rooster hugged you, rubbing your back. “Could be worse, all things considered. But how about you?” “Not too bad, not too bad at all.” You smiled and rubbed his shoulder.

He took a sip of his own drink before his brows shot up and he quickly swallowed it. “How are you and Omaha?” You smiled, a blush spreading across your face, “We’re good. We’re really good.” Bradley smiled and patted you on the back before going over to play Phoenix and Bob in a game of pool.

“Hey, Star-light,” Omaha said, and you could just hear the smile in his voice. “Hi, Baby.” “You wanna play a round of pool? Loser has to do whatever the winner says?” You hummed and raised an eyebrow, “You sure you wanna make that bet, Honey?” He hummed back, leaning down into your ear, “Win or lose, I feel it’ll be worth it.” Neil playfully nipped under your ear. “You’re on.”

*************

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Lieutenant Rogers - pt 2

Push Your Limits

(not my gifs)

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, james rhodes (this chapter only), john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, hangster?, if i miss any please let me know

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

sources: Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chapter summary: after learning of the shield’s new owner, star must press on with her duties as a naval aviator and start her training with her new team.

pt 1. pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

*************

The next morning, you woke up before the sun and Omaha tightened his hold on you. “Why? Why are you already awake?” “Because it’s wired into my being to be awake at ungodly hours, Neil. I thought you knew this.” “But after the events of last night, you shouldn’t be awake before my first alarm,” he nuzzled into your neck. You laughed and shook your head. “Come on, let’s get a run in.”

You pulled yourself from his arms and got up. “Or,” he sat up, “Or we could do another kind of cardio.” Omaha wiggled his brows, making you laugh and you decided to give in. “Alright, well, meet you in the bathroom then.” His face drops for a second, as he watches you go to your bathroom. “Wait seriously?” “Don’t keep me waiting, Aviator.”

After your ‘work-out’, you both ate breakfast in your underwear before getting dressed in your flight suits. “Come on, let's go. I don’t want to be late.”

*****

The tables in the hangar were arranged so that solo pilots sat alone and duos sat together, but not wanting to have an uneven number of rows they made two solos share a table. Which today was you and Rooster.

“Morning, Star.” You gave him a smile as he sat down. “Good morning Rooster. You have a nice run?” He laughed, “I did, but my running buddy never showed.” You nodded, “Ah, I’m sure she would have shown, she just got a little distracted this morning. But I can guarantee that she got her morning cardio in.” You smirked and glanced back at Omaha where he was in deep conversation with Halo.

“Attention on deck!”

Chairs scraped on the concrete floor as you all stood up at attention. Cyclone and Warlock walked into the hangar, Warlock going straight to the podium. “G’Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated.” You all sat down and relaxed into your seats.

“I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You’re all TOPGUN graduates. The elite. The best of the best.” Everyone had proud smiles and confident smirks on their faces.

“That was yesterday.” Well, there goes that. You sat up a little straighter and leaned in to focus.

“The enemy's new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.” You watched Hangman turn to look at Phoenix who subtly flipped him off and then he turned back to you. You just winked and sat back in your chair.

“Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.” Hangman once again turned towards you, but this time he was looking at Rooster.

When he turned back around you leaned over, “God, you can feel the sexual tension in DC.” Bradley whipped his head to look at you and he scoffed, “Shut up.”

“Your instructor is a TOPGUN graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary.”

You picked up the sound of boots first, but didn’t turn around until they got closer. “And he’s considered one of the finest pilots TOPGUN has ever produced.”

When you did turn around, you smirked at the man you saw. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Hangman’s face drop as he pinched his nose and turned around. “What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death.” You noticed both Coyote and Payback’s reactions as he walked past them.

“I give you, Captain Pete Mitchell. Call sign: ‘Maverick’.” You smiled a little, having admired his flying for quite some time, but you dropped it when you saw the disdain on Rooster’s face. You didn’t quite understand their history, but you knew it didn’t end well.

Maverick walked up to the podium and smiled, nodding to Hangman and Payback, “Good morning.” They both nodded back awkwardly, a little embarrassed. He scanned his eyes and found Rooster, but Bradley avoided eye contact and looked away.

Pete held back a sigh and continued, holding up a book, “The F-18 NATOPS. Contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft.” You inhaled, furrowing your brow as you wondered where he was going with this. “I’m assuming you know the book inside and out.”

“Damn right.” “Yeah.” “You got it.” “Damn straight.”

Maverick nodded and looked around, promptly throwing the book in the trash.

You let out an amused huff and glanced back at Omaha to see his mouth opened a little in shock. You turned back and made eye contact with Mav. “So does your enemy.”

He glanced around again. “But what the enemy doesn’t know is your limits. I intend to find them, test them, push beyond.” Rooster rolled his eyes beside you.

“Today we’ll start with what you only think you know.” He looked at your table, glancing from you to Rooster, “You show me what you’re made of.”

******

Whoever wasn’t flying was in the ready room.

“Good morning, aviators. This is your captain speaking.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Welcome to basic fighter maneuvers. As briefed, today’s exercise is dogfighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. Working as a team, you have to shoot me down, or else.”

Payback challenged him, “Or else what, sir?” “Or else I shoot back.” You let out a low whistle and a chuckle. “If I shoot either one of you down, you both lose.”

Bob’s eyes were a little wider as he looked up at Phoenix then to you. “This guy needs an ego check,” Hangman said from his spot on the couch while twirling a model plane in his hand. You scoffed and shoved his shoulder, “Said the guy who needs an ego check.” “I heard that.” “Good, I wanted you to.”

“What do you say we put some skin in the game?” Payback challenge again. “Oh no, what do you have planned this time?” You mumbled as you stood next to Bob, leaning with one arm on his shoulder.

“What do you have in mind?” Mav asked. “Whoever gets shot down first has to do 200 hundred push ups.” “Guys,” Rooster chimed in. “That’s a lot of push-ups.” “They don’t call it an exercise for nothin’, sir.” “You got yourselves a deal gentlemen.”

Everyone in the room groaned. “Seriously Payback!?”

You shrugged, “That’s not that bad.” Harvard scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully at you, “Shut up, Rogers.”

*****

When it was your turn, you were in the air with Phoenix and Bob.

“So, you two seemed pretty friendly at the Hard Deck last night?” “We went to the Academy together and then flight school right after that,” you explained, turning to try and find Maverick. “We’re basically best friends,” Bob piped up from the backseat. “‘Basically’, you wound me Bob. You truly wound me.” All of you laughed.

“Bob, you see him?” “Not-” “Shit!” Maverick came up and split you and Phoenix. “Fights on!”

You and Phoenix were engaged with Maverick. Eventually you broke from Phoenix to get the shot.

“Star, get him off me!” “Where’s your wingman, Phoenix?” Maverick chimed in.

You had a plan but couldn’t exactly communicate with her without Maverick hearing you. “Phoenix, when I give the signal break left!” “Got it.”

You took a deep breath and flew under Mav’s left wing. “Come on Star, don’t leave your wingman! Where’d you go?” “On your left,” you smirked and sped in front of him. “Now Phoenix!” She quickly broke off and Mav lost her.

“Effective, but you know that cost Rooster right?” “Oh, I’m aware. But I’m also aware of what cost Hangman.” You kept climbing in altitude, right in the light of the sun. Mav knew what you were doing but humored you anyway. “You think you can pull what I pulled on him, on me?” You hummed, “Not exactly, sir.”

Mav shook his head as he got tone, “That’s t-” He was cut off by his own tone going off. “What?” “That’s a kill, sir.” Phoenix chimed in. Mav sighed as you all flew back to the tarmac.

“Who’s idea was that?” “Star’s, sir,” Bob said, pride in his voice. Maverick turned to you, and you gave him an assured smirk. “See me on the ground, Lieutenant.”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Once your plane landed, Phoenix and Bob gave you pats on the shoulder. “Hey, that was amazing. Hopefully the Captain’s not too hard on you.” You shrugged, “Nothing I won’t be used to.” You gave them a pat on the back and they went inside.

“Lieutenant Rogers!” You turned to see Maverick and Hondo walking toward you. “Yes, sir.” “That was some damn good flying up there.” You nodded, trying to hide the smile on your face, “Thank you, sir.” “And that was a pretty good plan… but it got you killed.” You tilted your head, “We got you though, didn’t we?” “But you put yourself in the line of fire, Star.” “Is it not a dogfight, sir?”

The group in the ready room watched your conversation with Mav from the window. Seeing you stand toe-to-toe with your instructor.

They could tell you were a Rogers, there was no doubt. It was in the way you held yourself, standing your ground and shameless in your actions. “My girlfriend is such a badass,” Omaha said proudly. Hangman shook his head, “She’s so much like him…”

“Star, you sacrificed yourself-” “And I would do it again, sir.” Mav clenched his jaw, he was also seeing what the rest of the squad was, your father.

“Is that all, Captain?” He just nodded and walked away, leaving you with Hondo.

“I think he’s supposed to push your limits, Lieutenant,” he chuckled as you got down to do your push-ups. “Who says I have limits?” “Everyone’s got their limits, Rogers. Even you.” You just shrugged and started your push-ups.

******

“That’s 200!” You sighed and sat back on your heels. “Star, you barely broke a sweat! That’s so not fair!” Halo shouted, chuckling at the end. “Yeah, 200 hundred is nothing for her!” Coyote agreed. Omaha laughed and held a hand out to you to help you up. You just shook your head and swatted it away, smirk on your face. “I’ll do another 200 hundred, make it fair.” “Babe, you don’t have to do that.” “Yeah, Star, we’re just messing with you.”

Hondo just rolled his eyes, “Come on, Star, get up. You’re up soon with Payback and Fanboy.” You sighed and took Omaha’s still outstretched hand, letting him pull you up. You patted their backs, “Good luck.”

***** *two days later*

“So, Rooster? Mind if I ask you a personal question?” You rolled your eyes, arms crossed as you leaned on the window. “Would it matter if I did?” “So what’s the story with you and Maverick? It seems like he’s got you a little rattled.”

You groaned, “God, Jake, don’t start.”

“That’s none of your business. Now where the hell is he?” “Been here the whole time.” “Holy shit…” “You see me now? Come on, let’s get it over with.” “Fight’s on!” “What is with these two?”

You couldn’t see what the were doing, but based on the heavy breathing it was something stupid.

You pushed off the window sill and moved over to the radio, leaning back onto the foosball table.

“All right, you put us here. How you gonna get yourself out?” “You can bail out anytime!” Your breath hitched, if they didn’t stop soon it wouldn’t be pretty. “How low you wanna go, Rooster?” “I can go as low as you sir, and that’s saying something!”

You shook your head, “Their egos are gonna get them killed.”

“What’s past is past. For both of us!” “You’d like to believe that, wouldn’t you?”

Hangman chimed in, “Hard deck is 5,000 feet, fellas. You are running out of room!” You stood up straighter. “Come on, get out of it Rooster,” you mumbled. “Your strategy is about to run us into the ground. What’s your move?”

Your heart was beating so fast that you were sure everyone could hear it.

Finally, they got out of the cobra maneuver.

“Now you got it. Don’t think, just do.” “Come on, Rooster, you got him! Drop down and take the shot!”

You sucked in a breath, hoping that someone could finally beat Maverick with both planes in the air. “It’s too low!” You groaned and ran a hand down your face. “Too late. You had your chance.” It was quiet for a moment before the tone was heard.

“Damn it, Rooster.” “That’s a kill. Knock it off.” “Damn it!” “Same ol’ Rooster.” “Go see Hondo about your push-ups.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you walked away.

You were done for the day after that stunt and you decided to go to the gym.

“Star! Y/N, hey!”

You sharply turned, “What?” Phoenix held her hands up, “Woah, sorry.” You sighed and rolled your shoulders. “No, I’m sorry. What’s up?” “I just wanted to check on you, you looked a little upset.” You gave her a small smile, “Thanks, Phoenix. But I’ll be fine, Rooster’s stunt just upset me.” She nodded, “Yeah, me too.” You sighed and gestured behind you, “I’m gonna change and then hit the gym, I could use a spotter.” She smiled and nodded, following you.

*****

Today you would actually be working on the practice course for the mission at hand.

“Time is your greatest enemy.” He turned to the board, “Phase one of the mission will be a low level ingress attacking in two plane teams. You’ll fly along this narrow canyon to your target. Radar-guided surface-to-air missiles defend the area. These SAMs, they’re lethal. But they were designed to defend the skies above, not the canyon below.” You tensed in your seat beside Hangman. “That’s because the enemy knows no one is insane enough to try and fly below them,” Rooster acknowledged.

Hangman glanced down at you, smirking a little bit. Mainly because you were insane enough to fly through a narrow canyon, you had done it before. But at that time you were alone.

Maverick turned and looked at Rooster, “That’s exactly what I’m gonna train you to do.”

He looked at everyone, “On the day, your altitude will be 100 feet maximum. You exceed this… radar will spot you and you’re dead. Your air speed will be 660 knots minimum.”

You side-eyed Hangman as he straightened in his seat, smirking a little and folding his hands together. You could already tell he had a plan and you weren’t sure you liked it.

“Time to target: two and half minutes. That’s because fifth-generation fighters wait at an airbase nearby. In a head to head with these planes in your F-18s, you’re dead.”

There was something in his voice you recognized, fear.

“That’s why you need to get in, hit your target, and be gone before these planes even have a chance of catching you. This makes time your great adversary.”

As Maverick began to explain the training, your fingers twitched in both anticipation and worry.

“You’ll fly a route in your nav system that simulates the canyon. The faster you navigate this canyon, the harder it’ll be to stay under the radar of these enemy SAMs. The tighter the turns, the more intensely the force of gravity on your body multiplies… compressing your lungs, forcing the blood from your brain… impairing your judgment and reaction time. So for today’s lesson we’re gonna take it easy on you. Max ceiling: 300 feet. Time to target: three minutes. Good luck.”

******

You pinched your nose as you watched the replay of your run with Omaha and Halo. You were better than that.

“Why are you dead?” He was looking at you, brows raised. You sighed and looked up at him, “I was going too fast, turn was too tight.”

Mav crossed his arms. “You’ve flown a canyon tighter than this one-” You nodded, jaw clenched, “Yes, sir.” “So, why are you dead?” “I made a mistake, sir.”

He watched your hand flex as you looked down. “A mistake that should have gotten you all killed,” Mav looked back at Omaha and Halo before back at you.

“You’re wingman lived, but not you. Why?” Omaha spoke up, “She communicated, sir. Warned us to decrease speed, she knew she wasn’t gonna make the turn but she didn’t have time to slow down herself.”

It actually didn’t take Maverick long to get a read on you. He knew you were a sacrificer, that you were the one to lay on the wire.

It both impressed and terrified Maverick at how okay you were with the idea of dying. He honestly couldn’t really understand why you were that way, not until now.

When Omaha, your boyfriend, told him why he and Halo were alive because you did communicate and made sure they had time to save themselves rather than save yourself, he really put the pieces together. The reason why in the dogfighting exercise you made yourself the bait if it had to come down to it.

It was because you couldn’t bear the thought of someone dying when you had the opportunity to save them. Call it a hero complex but it was true, you were your father through and through.

He looked at you and he wanted to say something, but saying it in front of everyone probably wasn’t the best idea. “Can I talk to you, Lieutenant? Alone.” You nodded, “Yes, sir.”

You both walked out into the hall. “Why are you so keen on saving everyone but yourself?” You furrowed your brow, “I’m not sure I follow, sir.” “Star, you’ve barely made it out of an exercise alive. You’re sacrificing yourself. Do you want your teammates to face your family at a funeral, knowing that it should have been them?” He said that last part breathlessly, and you picked up on it.

“My family is gone, Captain. I would rather them come home alive, than have to come home and face their devastated families knowing that I could have done more,” tears stung the back of your eyes and you looked away from him.

Maverick knew that look.

You had already been through it before, facing a family with nothing but guilt and regret.

He sighed, “Your father would be proud of you.” You looked back at him, letting out a breath and a hushed, “Thank you, sir.”

“But I need you to worry about yourself just as much as you worry about everyone else in there. I don’t think Captain Rogers wants to see you so soon.” You cleared your throat and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

****** *Later*

You glanced at Rooster’s face as you held him back, “Rooster! Bradshaw!”

He was furious, but his strength didn’t match yours.

Hangman step up into his face, “He’s not ready for this mission.” He looked at Maverick, “You know I’m right.”

You caught his eye as he left and your blood boiled.

You looked at Rooster. “Hey, hey, he’s just being an ass.” Rooster shook in anger under your hands and shook you off before stomping away after being dismissed.

******

“Hangman, that was way out of line!” You marched into the locker room, eyes blazing.

“I wasn’t wrong,” he turned around, smirking like he did nothing wrong. You got up in his face, “That was unfair, and just flat out cruel, Jake.” “He needs to let go of the past. It’s gonna get him killed. Every time he’s in the air, he is flying against a ghost. A ghost not even you can save him from.”

You knew he was right, Rooster needed to settle whatever this was he had with Maverick. But Rooster wasn’t the only one that was hanging on to the past.

************

first week of training down! LET’S GO!

but maverick has picked up on our tendency to sacrifice ourself, has that already fueled his decision reguarding our participation in this mission?

can we save rooster from his ghosts?

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Lieutenant Rogers - pt 5

Birds and Promises

(not my gifs - second on found on pinterest)

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the flag smashers, super soldiers, g-lock, birdstrike, angst, if i miss any please let me know

word count: ~2.6k

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chapter summary: while we all know what happens in the air, we don’t know what happens with the aviators on the ground when three nearly die during a training exercise. how do hangman, rooster, and star react to their best friends nearly dying? will it change things between star and omaha?

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 6

*************** *Wednesday*

You all sat in the ready room listening to the coms of the current run through.

“This mission is damn near impossible with these parameters,” Fritz said as he flopped onto the couch. You sighed and sat on the barstool close to the radio facing Jake.

“It’s the only way everyone has a chance to get out alive,” you sighed, placing your helmet on the bar. Rooster huffed and shook his head, but no one said anything about it.

“Talk to me, Bob.” “We are 12 seconds late on target. We gotta move! We gotta move!” “Copy. Try to stay with me.”

The radar could be heard beeping through the radio.

“Huh? Wait, who’s that?” Bob’s confused voice rang out. “Blue team. You’ve been spotted.” “Shit, it’s Maverick,” Coyote cursed.

You stretched in your seat, “Here we go.”

“What the hell is he doing here?” Phoenix’s question was valid, Mav hadn’t flown with them the past two days. He was only out there today in case a bandit happened to engage them.

“I’m a bandit on course to intercept. What’re you gonna do?” “He’s 20 miles left. Ten o’clock. 700 knots closure,” Bob offered to help the two pilots diverge a plan.

Coyote turned his head, “Your call. What do you wanna do?” “Continue. We’re close. Stay on target.” Bob kept his eyes on Mav, “He’s swinging around to the north!” “Stand by for pop-up.” “Be ready on that laser, Bob.” “Copy. I’m on it.”

“Blue team, bandit is still closing,” Mav reminded. You tensed in your seat and looked at Hangman, seeing his teeth clenched around a toothpick. “You might get splinters there, Cowboy.” He rolled his eyes and focused back on the radio.

“Popping now!” The grunts of the change in trajectory could be heard before Coyote spoke again. “Talk to me, Bob! Where’s Maverick?” “He’s five miles out. He’s coming fast.” “Target’s in sight,” Phoenix said. “Where’s my laser, Bob?” “Deadeye! Deadeye! It’s no good! Sorry, I can’t get a lock!”

You groaned and hung your head. No one could hit the damn thing. “We’re out of time, I’m droppin’ blind.” No one spoke for a second. “Damn it! Missed!”

Now they were in the high-G climb out. Grunts and gasps were heard, causing you, Rooster, and Hangman to tense; each one of you had a best friend in the air.

Tone was heard, “That’s tone.” “Maverick’s got missile lock on us,” Bob said. “Shit. We’re dead,” Phoenix cursed. “Blue team, that’s a fail. Level out, Coyote.”

Hangman sat upright, his chest slowly increasing in rhythm with the silence.

“Coyote. Do you copy?” More silence. “Come on, Coyote…” “Coyote, come in.” Nothing. “Coyote. Level wings.”

That’s when Jake started to panic. “Snap out of it, Machado. Come on!” “Oh, God. He’s in G-LOC.” “Get the fuck out of it, Javy,” Hangman was clenching his fist.

You reached over and grabbed his hand, allowing him to seek something to ground him. Maverick called out to Coyote, but it was useless.

“He’s gonna burn in!”

Phoenix’s words made Jake shoot up out of his seat like it burned him. “I’m going after him.” Mav’s words were lost to the blond as you tried to calm him down.

“Hangman! Hang- Seresin! Jake, Jake look at me!” He did, green eyes surrounded by red. “You have got-” “Rogers, if you tell me to ‘calm down’ I swear-”

You could hear Maverick, the room was dead quiet except for Hangman’s panicked breathing. He was trying to get a tone. Jake nearly sprinted out of the room, you held him back. Even with the enhanced strength, Hangman’s adrenaline made it difficult.

“He’s got tone,” Rooster said. “Snap out of it, Coyote. Come on! Come on!” The panic in Mav’s voice didn’t ease anyone’s nerves.

“Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!” “Pull up! Pull up!” The automated voice in the aircraft mixed with Maverick’s, both trying to get Javy’s attention.

Silence.

Jake clenched at your flight suit. “God, please. Please.” “Coyote, you okay? You okay?” Jake and Javy breathed at the same time, “I’m okay. I’m good.” Jake hugged you, “Thank God.” “Good. Good. That’s enough for today.”

Everyone relaxed.

“That was close.” “Too close.”

Then shit hit the fan.

“Bird strike! Bird strike!” “Bird strike!” The sound of alarms and Phoenix’s voice made both you and Rooster panic. “Phoenix! Left engine’s on fire!” The panic in Bob’s voice made air catch in your throat. “Climbing!”

Even though Hangman was still recovering, he was fast to come to your aid, keeping an eye on Rooster out of the corner of his eye.

The blood rushing in both yours and Rooster’s ears blocked out anything happening on the radio. You looked at Rooster and there was nothing but panic in his eyes. You reached a hand out, urging at Rooster to grab it and he did.

While no one was calm in that room, you and Rooster were the worst.

Bob has been your best friend since the academy, was there for you when your father was on the run and you needed a place to go for the holidays. He took you to his family's house and now you really hoped you didn’t have to deliver the news to his mom and brothers…

“We’re goin’ down, Phoenix! We’re goin’ in! We’re goin’ in!”

Your knees buckled and Hangman caught you, easing you to the ground, Rooster clinging onto both your hand and the foosball table.

Omaha was by your side in a matter of milli-seconds. “Star. Y/N, Y/N look at me, come on Doll. Look at me.”

You tried to let go of Rooster’s hand, in fear of breaking it. But he gripped it, “Please don’t.” Rooster had never experienced this before, but you had. Didn’t make it any less terrifying.

You heard the mumbled shouts to eject and then the shouts of them ejecting. But it wasn’t registering, not until Coyote came over.

“I see chutes! I see chutes!”

Everyone else in the room instantly calmed. But you and Rooster were still fuzzy-eyed with erratic breathing. You both had experience here, just cause there's a chute doesn’t mean they survived.

********

It felt like hours before Maverick and Coyote were on the ground with rescue out for Phoenix and Bob.

Your boots were on the ground, running just behind Jake as he gripped Coyote in a hug. “Holy shit! I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Everyone gave their concerns to Coyote before Hangman was dragging him to go to the hospital, ‘just in case’. “Everyone get changed, we’re done for the day. As soon as I hear, I’ll let you know.” Everyone nodded and went to change.

You turned to leave, but you took a glance back at Maverick and saw that he didn’t move. “Oma, you go. I’m gonna stay here.”

Neil furrowed his brow in concern, but with a nod to Maverick he understood. “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” You nodded and squeezed his hand.

Maverick heard your footsteps. “Star, what are you doing?”

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” “I’m fine.” You shook your head, “With all due respect, sir, you’re a horrible liar. Maverick, that couldn’t have been easy. To see it happen from an outside perspective.” He shook his head, a shaky exhale leaving him, “It wasn’t. God, I wish-”

“Mav, this wasn’t your fault.” “Then why does it feel like it is?”

You swallowed, “Because you still blame yourself. And I know that no matter what you’re told, you will always believe that it was your fault.” He scoffed, “Sounds like you speak from experience.” You nodded, looking down, “It’s because I am.” He frowned a little, but nodded.

The helicopter landed, wheeling out two gurneys to the ambulances, both in the upright position with semi conscious pilots. The tension melted away, the fear dissipated.

They were alive.

You both jogged over, the head medic meeting you half-way.

“They’re gonna be okay. Maybe a little sore, but they’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna take them to the hospital where they’re gonna keep them for observation overnight.” You both nodded. “Can we visit them?” He nodded, “Yes, once they’ve been admitted.”

He turned to Mav, “Also, Lieutenant Machado needs to be examined after going into G-LOC.” “Lieutenant Seresin has seen to it that Lieutenant Machado does just that.” The medic nodded and left.

You patted Maverick’s shoulder. “Come on. They’re okay. Let’s let everyone know and go see them.” Mav nodded and followed you.

Once you got to the locker room, those in there looked up at the two of you.

Omaha held eye contact with you and you smiled, nodding, “They’re okay. They’re gonna be in observation until tomorrow, but they’re okay.” He embraced you and everyone sighed in relief.

Maverick looked around, “Where’s Rooster?” “He changed and went to the classroom,” Payback told him. Mav clenched his jaw and looked at you, wanting you to go with him to talk to Bradley.

“This, this you need to do alone, Mav.” He just nodded and left to go talk to Bradley.

“Has someone contacted Hangman?” You asked as you changed. “No, not yet.” You grabbed your phone, “Okay, I got it.” You sent a quick text to Jake to let him know they were okay.

When you finished getting ready, Neil was waiting outside for you. “Come on, Star-light. I know you want to go talk to them.”

******

The next day wasn’t what you thought it would be.

Admiral Kazansky had passed and you, along with the rest of the squad, were attending the funeral.

You had only gotten to know the Admiral over the last few years, but you had admired his work since before joining the Navy. He became sort of a father figure to you while you lived in North Island.

When Steve died, Sarah was the first person you called after Neil. They had both gotten the chance to meet your father at some point so you reached out to invite them to his funeral, and they came.

So, being there was like burying your father all over again. Taps, the flag folding, it was hard. But you pushed through, and once it was over, after giving your condolences to the family and Maverick, you went home and stayed on the couch.

*******

The next day you were back to training.

As you sat next to Rooster, Cyclone walked up to the front, causing both of you to share a look.

“Captain Mitchell is no longer your instructor. And as of today, there are new mission parameters. Time to target is now four minutes. You’ll be entering the valley level at reduced speed. Not to exceed 420 knots.”

Everyone shared a look of disbelief and doubt, Bob being the one to voice concerns. “Sir, won’t we be giving their planes time to intercept?” “Well, Lieutenant, you have a fighting chance against enemy aircraft. What are the odds of surviving a head-on collision with a mountain?”

You shook your head and picked at your fingers, someone won’t come home from this.

“You’ll be attacking the target from a high altitude, level with the north wall. Gonna be a little harder to keep your lase on target, but you will avoid the high-G climb out.”

You saw Fanboy whisper something to Payback out of the corner of your eye, “We’ll be sitting ducks for enemy missiles…”

You sighed and spoke up, “Sir, if we couldn’t hit the target from right above it, how can we be so sure that we’d hit it from even further away even at reduced speed?” Cyclone opened his mouth but the simulator was activated.

An F-18 single was running the course. “Who the hell is that?” You smirked, there was only one person it could be.

“Maverick to Range Control. Entering Point Alpha. Confirm green range.” “Uh, Maverick, Range Control, uh, green range is confirmed. I don’t see an event scheduled for you, sir.”

Everyone was sitting up in their seats. “Well, I’m going anyway.” You huffed out an amused laugh and sat on the edge of your seat.

“Setting time to target: two minutes 15 seconds.” “2:15, that’s impossible,” Payback said. You shook your head, catching the smug look on Hangman’s face. “Final attack point. Maverick’s inbound.” The simulation started and everyone was watching.

Hangman leaned back in his seat, waiting to watch his instructor fail at what he couldn’t even accomplish. Except you knew better, you found it a little humorous that Jake was so cocksure of himself.

The timer ran down and everyone was holding their breath. Maverick cleared the canyon and was approaching the pop up. “Popping in: three, two, one.”

Hangman leaned forward in his seat, Rooster straightened and leaned on his knees, you were nearly out of your seat with a smile on your face.

You all watched him lock on the target. “Bombs away.” The clock continued to count down and you, along with a few others, stood all the way up.

As Mav climbed in G’s you watch the two missiles hit the target. “Bull’s-eye! Holy shit!” Fanboy said, high-fiving his pilot. “Yes,” Bob cheered in front of you.

*******

After the surprise rain and Maverick talking with Cyclone about stealing the plane, the three walked into the classroom.

“Aviators, after proving he could complete the course within the original parameters and in less time, Captain Mitchell has been appointed team leader for this mission,” Warlock explained. “You are dismissed, go home and get some rest. We leave tomorrow.”

*******

You came into the living room to see Neil on the couch, elbows on his knees and fists to his mouth. “Neil, baby, you okay?” He turned to you with red rimmed eyes and shaking shoulders as he sighed. You sat down and rubbed his back. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Omaha sniffled and ran a hand down his face, “I’m just nervous. For the mission.” “I am too, Baby. I am too. What’s makin’ you nervous?”

Now, neither of you knew who was going on the mission and that made it even more worrying. “Just a bunch of ‘what if’s.” You brought a hand up to cup his face. “Talk to me, Honey.”

And just like that, he spilled every thought that had been running through his mind. Everything from: ‘what if he gets chosen and you don’t’ to ‘what if you get chosen and he doesn’t’ to ‘what if you’re both chosen’ to ‘what if neither of you are chosen’.

“I don’t want you to fly this mission… because I know that you will not hesitate to sacrifice yourself if it came down to it, especially if it were me or Bob. But I’m not gonna tell Maverick that you can’t be chosen, because you are a damn good pilot Y/N and I know how bad you want this.”

You and Neil had always been honest with each other, you couldn’t afford to lie or keep secrets.

You nodded and pushed his hair out of his face, smiling as you spoke, “Thank you for telling me. But-” Without warning he surged forward and kissed you, like a desperate kiss. You kissed back, pouring your love into it.

“Promise me-” “Neil-” “Please, promise that you’ll come back to me…” You shuddered a little against him.

You never verbally made promises to each other, knowing that tomorrow was never guaranteed. But now, with this mission that you were told from the beginning is expected to have casualties, he was breaking that unspoken rule. “Please…” You nodded, nudging his nose with yours, “Only if you promise…” He nodded, pecking your lips, “I promise.” You hummed, “I promise.”

************

i know the title is a little weird, so it’s subject to change.

but i hope you enjoyed this part, i can’t give you an ETA on part 6 at the moment but i’ve started it.

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Lieutenant Rogers - pt 4

Earn It

(not my gifs)

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the flag smashers, super soldiers, if i miss any please let me know

word count: ~4.1k

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

sources: Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chaper summary: sam and bucky finally meet john in person. so does star. neither interactions were in john’s favor.

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 5 pt 6

************

“We need to tell Y/N,” Bucky said as he walked alongside Sam. “Hell no,” Sam said immediately. “Why not? She needs to know!” “No, she does not. She is training, and this is not her problem.” “She’s a super soldier, just like them.” “Well, technically she’s a super pilot, not a soldier.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Sorry about Redwing,” Bucky said after a few minutes of silence. “No you’re not,” Sam said. He looked over at Bucky, “What’s going on in the big cyborg brain of yours?”

“It’s computing,” Buck replied flatly, making Sam chuckled. “You know what? I can actually see it. I can see the gears turning. Ope, they’re malfunctioning, shuttin’ down. Yep, they’re on fire.”

Bucky ignored his teasing, “We gotta figure out where the serum’s coming from.” “Yeah. And how in the hell after 80 years are there 8 super soldiers runnin’ loose?”

A truck pulled up beside them, honking.

“So that didn’t go as planned, huh?” John said from the back.

Sam and Bucky barely glanced as they kept walking.

“Okay. Let’s keep going.” The car rolled forward, staying in front of the two.

“Look, at least we know what we’re up against now, huh? And we’re pretty sure it’s one of the big three, so..” John continued. “Aliens, androids, or wizards?” “Pretty sure.”

Bucky shook his head and scoffed, “There’s no such thing as wizards.” John nodded, “Alright, then it’s aliens, or androids.” Sam finally turned his head, “Or super soldiers.”

“Shit, super soldiers. For real?” The other guy in the truck said. “Yeah.” “Wow. Alright. Then we work together.” “That’s not happening,” Bucky said bluntly.

John sighed, “I think we stand a much better chance if we all just-” Bucky cut him off, “Just 'cause you carry that shield, it doesn't mean you're Captain America.” He was fuming on the inside, but just mildly annoyed on the outside. “Look, I've done the work, okay?” John was becoming impatient. “You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Bucky challenged.

Walker didn’t miss the chance to brag, “Yeah. Actually, I have. Four times. It's a thing I do with my helmet. It's a reinforced helmet. It's a long story, but, any… Look, it's 20 miles to the airport. You guys need a ride. Guys. Gary, stop. Get in.”

Okay, you gotta give the man credit for trying to be friendly but he was doing it for the wrong reasons.

Bucky and Sam shared a look before begrudgingly climbing into the truck.

And the talking started immediately. “Okay, so we've got eight Super Soldiers on a bulk supply run. Why?” Sam sighed, knowing there was no way around trying to work with him, “They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during The Blip. Maybe they're just trying to help.” “They had a funny way of showing it,” Bucky voiced.

“That serum doesn't exactly have a great track record. No offense.” John was already approaching their last nerve, that stepped right on it. But they continued to be cordial.

Well, Sam did, Bucky was just staring.

“We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here? The Flag Smashers?” Sam asked, looking between the two. “Uh, no, we didn't track them, we tracked you, uh, through Redwing,” the guy next to John said, scratching his neck.

“You hacked my tech?”

John chuckled, seemingly amused by Sam’s frustration, “Sorry. It's not exactly hacking. It's government property. Kind of the government.” Bucky just stared at him, pondering how someone had that much audacity dare carry the shield.

“Does he always just stare like that?” Sam glanced at Bucky before looking back at Walker, “You get used to it.”

“Okay, look,” John cleared his throat, “you know, things have gotten kind of, uh…” “Chaotic.” “Yeah. The GRC, they're doing the best they can to get things up and running smoothly, post Blip.” “Reactivating citizenship, social security, healthcare. Basically just managing resources for the refugees who were displaced by the return.” Sam nodded, “The Global Repatriation Council does all that. I get that. So why exactly are you two here?”

The man next to John continued to explain, “Well, they provide the resources and we keep things stable.” John chimed in, “Yeah, violent revolutionaries aren't usually good for anyone's cause.” “Usually said by the people with the resources.” John nodded, “We got a lot of resources. If you guys, if you joined up with us, we could-”

“No,” Bucky bluntly cut Walker off, firm in his decision.

“I got mad respect for both of y'all. But you were getting your asses kicked till we showed up.” Bucky looked at him, “Who are you?” “Lemar Hoskins.” Sam scoffed, “Look, I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear, I need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins.” “I’m ‘Battlestar’. John’s partner.” Bucky really couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “‘Battlestar’?” Bucky nodded, turning to the front, “Stop the car!”

The driver, Gary, stopped at a rest point.

“Look, I-I get it, okay? I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think that the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky,” John called out, but Bucky ignored him. He sighed and turned to Sam, “And I'm-I'm not trying to be Steve. I'm not trying to replace Steve. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be. That's it.”

He hoped to get Sam on board, “It'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingmen on my side.”

Scoffing, Sam moved to get out, “It’s always that last line.”

He shut the door, not thinking about the next words that came out of his mouth, “If you really want support, you need it from more than just Cap’s ‘wingmen’.” Sam shook his head and followed after Bucky.

*********

“Good morning. The uranium enrichment plant that is your target will be operational earlier than expected. Raw uranium will be delivered to the plant in ten days’ time. As a result, your mission has been moved up one week-” Everyone tensed in their seats. “-in order to avoid contaminating the target valley with radiation.”

“Sir,” Coyote spoke up from behind where you were seated beside Hangman. “No one here has successfully flown a low-level course.” You nodded a little as you moved your eyes from Coyote to Warlock. “Nevertheless, you have been ordered to move on. Captain.”

Maverick walked up, “We have one week left to focus on phase two. It’s the most difficult stage of the mission. It’s a pop-strike with a steep dive, requiring nothing less than two consecutive miracles.” You shifted in your seat and flexed your hand. “Two pairs of F-18’s will fly in a welded wing formation. Teamwork. Precise coordination of these aircrafts is essential to both the mission’s success and your survival.”

You glanced up at Hangman to find him clicking his pen as he listened.

“As you know, the plant rests between two mountains. On final approach, you’ll invert directly into a steep dive. This allows you to maintain the lowest possible altitude, and the only possible attack angle. Your target is an impact point less than 3 meters wide. The two seat aircraft will paint the target with a laser bull’s-eye. The first pair will breach the reactor by dropping a laser guided bomb on an exposed ventilation hatch. They will create an opening for the second pair. That’s miracle number one.”

You glanced over and shared a look with Bob, exhaling your nerves as you turned back to Mav. “The second team will deliver the kill shot and destroy the target. That’s miracle number two. If either team misses the target the mission is a failure.” You sucked in a breath as you popped your knuckles. “Egress is a steep high-G climb out to avoid hitting this mountain.”

Jake spoke up next to you, having seemingly done the math in his head, “A steep climb out at that speed, you’re pulling at least eight G’s.” You shook your head, sitting up, “You’re pulling nine, maybe even ten G’s.” Maverick nodded.

“The stress limit of the F-18’s airframes is 7.5.” Mav nodded again, looking at Rooster, “That’s the accepted limit. To survive this mission, you’ll pull beyond that, even if it means bending your airframe.”

He took a breath, turning back to the screen, “You’ll be pulling so hard, you’ll weigh close to 2,000 pounds, your skull crushing your spine, your lungs imploding like an elephant’s sitting on your chest, fighting with everything you can just to keep from blacking out. And this is where you’ll be the most vulnerable. This is Coffin Corner.”

Fanboy spoke up, “The only person that could maybe withstand that much force is Star.” Both you and Mav shook your heads. “It may not affect me as much as it would anyone else, but I’m not invincible. The serum boosts my metabolism, it doesn't create miracles.” Mav swallowed, nodding at you before continuing.

“Assuming you avoid crashing into this mountain, you’ll climb straight up into enemy radar while losing all of your airspeed. Within seconds you’ll be fired upon by enemy SAMs. You’ve all faced sustained G’s before, but this-this is gonna take you and your aircraft to your breaking point.”

Phoenix spoke up, shaking her head slightly, “Sir, is this even achievable?” “The answer to that question will come down to the pilot in the box.”

*******

You just exited the locker room, sore, showered, and ready for some drinks after a long day of failing.

“Lieutenant Rogers,” Admiral Simpson poked his head out of his office. “I need a word, please.” You turned immediately and walked in, “Sir, did I-” “This has nothing to do with the mission, Star,” Warlock assured you.

“I don’t know if you were aware but Captain Walker stopped by wanting to have a word with you,” Cyclone said, crossing his arms and he leaned against his desk. You shook your head, “No, sir, I was not aware the Captain would be stopping by.” Cyclone nodded, “Understood. I sent him away as soon as I could.”

His scoff resembled an unamused chuckle, “He tried to use the ‘I’m Captain America’ card. I had to remind him that this was in fact the Navy and that it didn’t work here.” “Also, we’re Admirals, we out rank him anyway.”

“We aren’t sure of how he found you. But we wanted you to be aware.” You nodded curtly, “Thank you, sirs. Am I dismissed?” They nodded and you went to the door.

“Star?” You turned, humming in acknowledgement. “We stand with you. We don’t appreciate how your wishes were disrespected, if there’s anything we can do. Let us know.” You smiled a little, nodding, “Thank you.”

Once you closed the door, you were fast walking out of the building going to your bike.

********

You laughed as you stood up straight, “Ha! Told you it’d go in!” “That’s what she said,” Fanboy mumbled behind his glass. You dropped your jaw, “Jar, Garcia, I heard that.” He groaned, “Damn your super hearing.” He placed a dollar in the jar.

As you leaned over to take your next shot, the bar became silent and the pilots around you stood stock still.

You glanced up to see the anger on their faces. “Okay? What made you guys so sour all of a sudden?”

“Y/N Rogers?”

You froze. You’d recognize that voice anywhere. “You gotta be shittin’ me,” you grumbled to yourself.

Hangman, Omaha, and Harvard looked at you, silently asking if they needed to handle this. You shook your head and stood.

Being extra cautious of how you gripped the pool cue, you turned to face John Walker.

“That would be me.” The blond had a proud smile on his face and looked at Lemar who was next to him, “Told you she’d be here.”

He cleared his throat and adjusted his suit. “John Walker. Captain America,” he stuck his hand out for you to shake.

The quiet scoffs from behind you went unnoticed by the man in blue. “I know who you are, John.” You jerked your head toward Lemar, “Who’s your friend?” “Lemar Hoskins, or ‘Battlestar’,” he said, nodding politely to you. “Nice to meet you, Lemar.”

John clears his throat, obviously not liking that you seemed to just overlook him. You look at him, giving him a once over, not missing the gun on his belt. “How can I help you boys?” You smirked a little at the way John’s jaw clenched.

“We’re trying to work with Sam and Bucky on a mission, they just don’t seem to respect or support us-“ “And you’re here to ask me to talk to them?” “Would you?”

A laugh escaped your lips before you could catch it.

Walker furrowed his brow, “What’s so funny?” You took a deep breath to calm yourself, “It’s just, you think that I have any influence over two grown men. Like what I say to them might make them want to work with you. John, you might want to rethink your methods.” “Look, Y/N, all I’m asking for is just a little respect and support. It’d mean a lot if I could get it from you.” You nodded, passing your cue to Hangman before stepping forward.

As you opened your mouth, he spoke, “I understand that this isn’t what you expected, or even wanted. But I’m trying to do the best I can, and having you by my side would really help. What do you say?”

He gave you a smile, one that he definitely thought could get him what he wanted.

“No,” you said, holding your head high, reveling in the way his smile dropped. “No?”

You crossed your arms, looking down at your boots before looking up at John. “Respect is not simply given, John. You have to earn it.” “I’m Captain America, everyone respects me.”

Rooster laughed from behind you, causing you to smirk when Walker nearly gave himself whiplash to look at him.

“Dude, if you didn’t notice, which I’m sure you did, nobody batted an eye when you walked in.”

Hangman looked around, “Yeah, and everyone is just kinda ignoring you. It’s a little embarrassing.” John's fingers twitched, but he made no move, knowing he was severely out matched and out numbered.

“Look, Walker, just because you carry that shield doesn’t mean you get respect from everyone at the drop of a hat. My father earned the respect he got. I’ll admit that you’ve done some good things, but that doesn’t make you a good person. It doesn’t mean you deserve the shield.” John nodded, “Oh, I see. I think I know what this is about.”

You opened your arms, inviting him to continue, “Please, do enlighten me.”

“You wanted the shield and you’re mad they didn’t choose you.” You scoffed, “Oh, really? That’s why I’m upset? Listen, if I wanted the shield, I would have it. This is all about your attitude, and the fact you think you’re above everyone. My dad never thought that way. He was a nobody that was given a chance. He had a heart of pure fucking gold that was too big for his own good. He stood up to bullies, that’s why he was Captain America. You were chosen because of your achievements, not your heart.”

John opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “You want my respect, go out there and fucking earn it. You want Sam and Bucky’s respect, you earn it. Have the day you deserve, John.” The look in your eyes had Walker biting his tongue and walking out, Lemar looking at you.

You shifted your gaze to him, “I understand he’s your friend, but he needed to be taken down a peg or two. Take care, Lemar.” “You too, Lieutenant.” You gave him a small smile as he walked out, wondering if was only here because John was his friend.

Turning back to your fellow aviators, you exhaled, shaking your head.

“What a dick,” Halo piped up. You all chuckled, nodding in agreement. You held your hand out, Hangman placing the cue in your hand. “That was pretty badass, Star.”

“You’re lucky you had that handled, Penny was about to make him buy a round for the whole bar for that comment,” Phoenix informed you. “Yeah, her hands were itching to ring that bell,” Payback said, nodding towards the bar. “My hands were itching to knock his damn teeth in,” Coyote said, sipping his beer.

You smiled at the group, watching them move back to their previous activities. You were grateful to have them at your back just now.

Bob came up to you and rubbed your arm, Omaha coming up with him to place a hand on the small of your back. “Are you okay?” You nodded, “Yeah.”

Your hands gripped the cue a little tighter as you twisted your hands around it. “I think I just need a drink, you can take over for me,” you passed the cue to Bob. They nodded and watched you make your way to the bar, turning back around when you made it there safely.

You stood at the bar, rubbing your temples. Penny noticed your presence and made a note to go over to you when she finished cashing out this patron’s tab.

Glancing over, you made sure none of the squad was paying attention and snuck out the back.

Except someone saw you.

Maverick watched you push off the bar and make a bee-line to the beach. He watched Penny come back and notice that you had left. “Where’d she go?” Mav gestured to the door, “Outside. Put a drink for her on my tab, I’ll go talk to her.” Penny nodded and got the drink.

****

You sat in the sand, cross-legged and staring at the water. “I’m sorry, Dad…” You mumbled, moving your gaze to look at your hands, Steve’s dog tags tangled in your fingers.

Someone sat down beside you, not saying anything as they held out the bottle. “Thanks.” “No problem.” It was silent for a moment while you both took sips of your respective drinks.

“Hangman would have been a better fit,” you tried to make light of the situation and Mav chuckled. “Don’t let him hear you say that.” You huffed a laugh and took a gulp of your drink.

“You wanna talk about it?” Mav asked, not taking his eyes off the water. You chuckled dryly, “I think I voiced my opinion fairly well.” “Star…” You sighed, “I just- I want- I don’t know…”

You sniffled and rubbed your nose, “I wish I could let it go…” “But you can’t.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t.” “That’s okay. Some things you just can’t let go of,” Mav said, flexing his hand and moving his eyes away from the ocean. You knew he was referring to Goose and Rooster.

You brought your knees up, settling your bottle in the sand. “I feel like I let him down, you know,” you confessed, running your fingers over the raised metal of the tags. “That I should have fought Sam harder. Somehow proven to him that he was ready for it. That he was the Captain America this country needs, not the one it wants. Tell him that he had the ability to really make a difference.”

Mav hesitantly rubbed your back, “I’m sure Sam had his reasons.” You nodded, “He did. And I respected his decision, I’m in no place to tell him how he should feel or what he should do.”

It was silent for a moment and you didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

You gestured back to the Hard Deck, “I appreciate you checkin’ on me, Mav. But go enjoy the rest of your night. We got a long day tomorrow.” He nodded, “It’s not a problem. If you need anything, don’t hesitate.” You gave him a small smile and watched him retreat to the bar.

As you turned back to the water you sighed and ran a hand down your face, bringing the bottle to your lips to finish it.

As you sat there, your phone rang. “Sam, hey.” “Hey, are you busy?” You shook your head, standing up and dusting the sand off, “Not at the moment, no. Heard you got to meet Walker. Would’ve been nice to have a heads up though.” “Heads up?” “Yeah, he showed up at the Hard Deck. If I don’t see him for another 70 years it’ll be too soon.”

Sam covers his mouth on the other end, “Shit, he went to North Island?” “Actually he tried to talk to me at work. But the Admirals shooed him away. Then I gave him a piece of my mind about 20 minutes ago.” “I’m sorry, Y/N. I had no idea.” You sighed, “It’s fine. But I know you didn’t call about that, what’s going on?”

“Bucky got arrested.” “What?! Why?!” “He missed his court mandated therapy,” Sam explained. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Why? He knows how important that is.” “He was with me in Germany. We were there on a lead. He wasn’t even supposed to be there.” You groaned and rubbed your face. “Is there anything I can do?” “No, I think his therapist is on her way.”

You nodded, hand on your hip now, “Okay. Look, our mission got moved up a week, so I’m gonna be training a lot. So just keep an eye on him.” “Of course. I’ll keep you updated.” “Thanks. And Sam?” He hummed. “Be safe. Watch your six.” “You got it. Give ‘em hell, Star.” You both hung up and you went back to the bar.

********

Sam and Bucky walked outside of the police station. “Well, I feel better.” “I feel awful.”

A siren whooping and lights flashing caught their attention. They looked over to see John and Lamar leaning on a squad car. “Gentlemen.”

They glanced at each other before walking over.

“Good to see you again,” John greeted. He was awfully chipper for someone you just got his ass chewed out by his predecessor's daughter.

Neither spoke and just looked at him. “Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.” John tried to reason, and he honestly thought getting Bucky out of jail would at least garner a little respect.

Sam spoke, crossing his arms, “So, what you got?” “Well, the leader’s name is Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place,” John started. “They geotagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displacement communities all across Central and Eastern Europe,” Lamar continued.

“Mhm. We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps.” “Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since The Blip. So I guess you’ll have to look real hard,” Bucky smarted off. “Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?”

Bucky wasn’t having it, “Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?” “No, we don’t know, Bucky,” John said, frustration making his volume rise. “But, it’s only a matter of time before we find out.” “Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker? Doesn’t help that you didn’t get your special approval from Y/N,” Bucky continued to antagonize.

Sam decided to step in, “Take it easy. Look, Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them.” John stood up straight, thinking he finally got them on his side. Sam turned to him, “But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. Us, we’re free agents. We’re more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.” Sam and Bucky walked away.

“A word of advice, then,” John said, fed up with it all. They both turned back to him expectantly. “Stay the hell out of my way.” It was John and Lamar’s turn to walk away.

Bucky and Sam walked down the alley, “You really had to rub that in didn’t you?” Bucky just shrugged, “Well, he wasn’t really following her advice anyway.”

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okay... okay i know what you guys were thinking- why not just punch the bastard?

to be honest, i want to i REALLY wanted to - but i think a blow to a man’s ego is much more lethal than getting punched

plus, we don’t need to get in trouble for fighting ‘captain america’ and lose our chance at flying this mission

but regardless i hope you enjoyed!

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Lieutenant Rogers - pt 7

Shield of Injustice

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, helmut zemo, joaquin torres, karli morgenthau, the flag smashers, the dora milaje, sarah wilson (mentioned), y/n rogers, neil vikander

word count: ~6.9k

series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the flag smashers, super soldiers, angst, if i miss any please let me know

chapter warnings: language, blood, fighting, death, murder, john walker in general, suggestive oma-star content, threats of harm or violence to loved ones, poorly written fight sequences (i’m so sorry), if i missed any lmk

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

also this part is basically episode 4 of tfatws, so we get mentions of star and a little cameo in the middle

sources: Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chapter summary: while star and her friends fly the mission of a lifetime, sam and bucky are on a mission to find karli before john does. but they all get way more than the barganed for...

‘lieutenant rogers’ universe

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6 pt 8

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It’s been about two weeks since Bucky and Sam really talked to you except for when John showed up unannounced at Top Gun.

A lot’s happened with them.

They broke Zemo out of jail, but Bucky will tell you Zemo escaped all on his own. They went to Madipor and almost died. They also saw Sharon Carter. Zemo killed some scientist that had recreated the serum and then they almost died again.

And now they were looking for Karli in Latvia.

****

Zemo just told them that Donya Madani’s funeral would be that afternoon, and it’s highly likely that Karli would be there.

Bucky may have lost his temper a little bit, thrown a teacup maybe. But could you blame him? Not only was he trying to stop a radicalized supremacist Super Soldier and get his best friend's shield back, he was worried about you.

He understood that you had limited contact while on a carrier but he would have liked a text or phone call, something to let him know you were okay.

Sam came back from the call he had to make to Sharon.

“Hey Sam?” Bucky got his attention. “What Bucky?” “Have you heard from Y/N yet? You know anything about the mission she was sent on?” Sam shook his head, “No, I haven’t heard from her. But I know the mission is dangerous and that she said she’d get in touch with us as soon as she was on shore.”

Bucky nodded, “I know it’s just been awhile and she said the mission would only take a day.” “Bucky, she’s on a carrier in the middle of the ocean, it’s gonna take more than a few days,” Sam reasoned.

“She’d want us to focus on our mission, not worry about her. Not that I’m not worrying, but she knows distractions can be fatal.” Bucky just pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded.

*****

When time came to go to the memorial, Bucky, Zemo, and Sam left the safe house.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit.”

Great, John’s here.

Bucky threw his arms to the side as Lemar and John jogged down the steps, “Ah, how’d you find us now?”

“Come on, man. You think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” Lemar retorted as they went down another flight of stairs.

“No more keeping us in the dark,” John started, as they reached the bottom. “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.” He pointed at Zemo.

Bucky tilted his head a little as they met John and Lemar at the stairs. “He did that himself, technically.”

“What would Lieutenant Rogers think-” Bucky pointed at him, “You leave her out of this. She’s got nothing to do with this. She doesn’t even know we’re here.”

“Well, this,” John gestured to Zemo again, “better have an unbelievable explana-” John got closer and Sam stepped between him and Zemo. “Hey, take it easy before it gets weird.”

Zemo rolled his eyes and stepped through, “I know where Karli is.” Him and Bucky started walking around John.

John’s hand on Zemo’s chest made him stop. “Well, where?” John asked impatiently, looking at Sam. “All we know it, it’s a memorial,” Sam answered. Zemo looked over John’s shoulder and walked around him.

“That means civilians. High risk of casualties,” Lemar said, turning to follow the Baron. “Alright, good, we’ll move in fast. Take her by surprise,” John strategized.

Sam looked at John, “No, I wanna talk to her alone.” John looked over, shaking his head, “I’m not losing her again.”

Sam wasn’t about to let John near Karli, “Look, the person closest to her died, she’s vulnerable. If there’s any time to reason with her it’s now.”

But, John wasn’t having it. He ran up in front of them all, “What? No. Wait, no! No! Stop. Hold on. Stop, okay?” He looks at Sam in the back, “I think we’re way past reasoning with her, unless you forgot that she blew up a building with people still in it.”

Lemar agreed, “Look, Sam, you walk in there cold, she could kill you.”

“If I go in hot and the op goes wrong, more people will die,” Sam argued back.

John looked at Bucky, “You’re gonna let him do this? Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a Super Soldier alone?”

“He’s dealt with worse. And he’s not my partner,” Bucky sassed.

Sam tried to reason with John as he walked around Bucky, “I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is right in my wheelhouse.” He stood in front of John now.

“Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why I know this is a bad idea.” John really just wanted to get this over with and complete his first big mission, and gain your respect.

Lemar shook his head, “Wait… If he can talk her down, it might be worth a try.”

John scoffed, but finally complied. He pointed to Zemo, “We’ll deal with you later.”

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion. My associate is just up ahead.”

They turned and saw a little girl. Zemo led the way.

He spoke to her quietly before she gestured for them to follow her.

“What the hell?” John asked, frustrated that Zemo could gain allies so quickly.

****

The girl led them to a GCR building and pointed in the direction of the memorial.

“Karli’s in there,” Zemo further explained. Sam nodded and walked through, “Alright.”

Zemo goes to follow but John harshly grabs him and shoves him against the wall. Zemo groans a little bit as John speaks to Sam, “Hey. You got 10 minutes.” He cuffs Zemo. “Really?” Zemo rolls his eyes as the cuff locks around his wrist.

“Then we're doing things my way,” John was still talking to Sam as he locked the other around a bar.

“Aggressive,” Zemo mumbles. John looks back at him. “But I get it.”

****

John paced as he waited for Sam.

“You’re gonna pace a hole in the floor, Walker,” Bucky said, arms crossed.

He looked at Bucky, “I’ve been meaning to ask, what would Lieutenant Rogers think about all this? Breaking him out of prison, letting Wilson go in there alone.”

“You seem to care an awful lot about what the pilot thinks,” Zemo observed. John’s jaw clenched. Zemo’s mouth formed an ‘o’, “Oh, you want the lieutenant's approval. That’s what it is.”

Bucky scoffed, “You think bringing Karli in is gonna earn her respect?” John stayed silent. “Well, you better hope Karli’s alive when you do.”

John sat down for a minute or two before beginning to pace again.

“Uh-uh. No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” John said. Whether he genuinely felt uneasy and worried for Sam’s safety, or he just didn’t want Karli to get away and ruin his chance at his first big mission was unclear. However, with his attitude thus far, it was safe to assume the latter.

“It hasn't been 10 minutes, John. Just sit tight,” Bucky said from his spot in the doorway.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” John spat going down to look at the clock.

Bucky shrugged and watched him, “He knows what he’s doing.”

John stares at the clock before Bucky watches his demeanor change and he walks towards him.

When he gets to him, Bucky stops him, giving him a look and a head tilt that said, ‘Don’t even try.’

John stepped back, looking at the ground with a clenched jaw. He looked up at Bucky, attempting to be intimidating and not frustrated. “This is all really easy for you, isn’t it?”

He was talking about the serum in Bucky’s veins, in your veins, but not in his own.

“All that serum runnin’ through your veins. Barnes, your partner needs backup in there…” Bucky just stared as John looked past him. “Do you really want his blood on your hands?”

****

Well…

That went… horrible.

John managed to push past Bucky and into the room, just as Sam was getting somewhere.

His intrusion not only made Karli run, but it also destroyed any rapport Sam had created with her.

But don’t worry, Zemo managed to get free and find her.

He got multiple shots off, hitting her in the abdomen with one of them. But when she knocked the table over, she knocked her vials of serum onto the floor.

Zemo smashed them under his boot, destroying any potential Karli had at expanding her army.

And while he was doing that, Karli managed to escape and John caught up with him, knocking him unconscious with the shield.

****

Back at the safe house, Sam is emailing Sharon while Zemo rested with a cold compact on his face.

“Were you ever offered it?” Zemo asked Sam.

“What?”

“The serum.”

“No.”

“If you had been, hypothetically, that is, would you have taken it?”

That caught Sam’s attention.

“No.”

“No hesitation… that’s impressive.”

Zemo grunted a little as he took the compact off his face. “Sam, you can’t hold out hope for Karli. No matter what you saw in her, she’s gone. And we cannot allow that she and her acolytes become yet another faction of gods amongst real people. Super Soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.”

Sam shook his head and turned toward Zemo, “Isn’t that how gods talk?”

That made Zemo think, leaving him to sit there silently.

“And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky, or Y/N?”

That didn’t draw a response from Zemo.

“Blood isn’t always the solution.”

The door opened and closed as Bucky walked in, shucking the leather jacket off.

“Somethings off about Walker…”

Sam chuckled, “You don’t say.”

Bucky laid his jacket on the bar and went over to a cabinet. “I know a crazy when I see one.” He pulls out a glass to pour himself a drink, “That’s because I am crazy…”

Sam chuckled, “I believe it.”

Bucky uncorked the bottle and poured his drink, “You and Y/N shouldn’t have given him the shield…”

“We didn’t give him the shield.”

“Well Steve definitely didn’t,” Bucky sassed, bringing the glass to his lips.

Before Sam could retort, the door was kicked open.

“Alright. That’s it. Let’s go. I’m now ordering you to turn him over,” John demanded as he stormed in, Lemar trailing behind him.

Sam stepped up to him, “Hey slow your roll. Now let’s be clear; shield or no shield, the only thing you’re runnin’ in here is your mouth.” John squinted his eyes a little but didn’t say anything. So Sam continued. “Now, I had Karli and you overstepped.”

He pointed with his thumb towards Zemo, “He’s actually proven himself useful today. And we’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever’s comin’ next.”

“How do you want the rest of the conversation to go, Sam, huh?” Sam just looked at John, making the latter chuckle softly. “Yeah…” John gestured with the shield, “Should I put down the shield? Make it fair?”

Sam scoffed at John’s poor attempt at being intimidating. John put the shield down, preparing himself for a fight.

But before either man could make a move, a vibranium spear was thrown right between them.

Everyone looked in the direction it came from, seeing a Dora Milaje make herself known. Then two more soldiers came through the opened doors.

Ayo spoke in Wakandan to Bucky, “Even if he is a means to your end… Time’s up.” Then she switched to English, “Release him to us, now.”

John turned and held out a hand, “Hi, John Walker, Captain America.” When he got no response he looked around awkwardly. He was losing control of the situation and he didn’t like that.

“Well, uh, let’s put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?”

Sam chuckled a little, “Hey, John, take it easy.” John turned to Sam with a look on face, making Sam grin a little bit. “You might want to fight Bucky or Y/N before you tangle with the Dora Milaje.”

John smirked and turned back to Ayo, “The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.” She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, “The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.”

John nodded, “Okay…” He chuckled, “Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

John then proceeded to make the mistake of placing his hand on Ayo’s shoulder…

She used her spear to knock his arm away before hitting him in the knee, then the face. While he was disoriented, she kicked him in the chest and into the spear that was still lodged into the column.

Then just absolute chaos ensued.

The Dora Milaje used their speed and agility to fight both John and Lemar. They’re trained warriors and the way they fight is unique, the two American soldiers were very under prepared.

Sam, Bucky, and Zemo just watched, the latter two finding it pretty amusing.

But Sam walked over to Bucky, “We should do something…” Bucky nodded a little and crossed his arms, “Looking strong John!”

Ayo wasn’t letting up and it made Sam a little antsy. And by the time she got John on the ground, he was sure she would put her spear through his chest.

“Bucky…”

The addressed looked at him and sighed, “Alright, fine.”

Bucky walked over and grabbed the spear, “Ayo…” She pulled the spear back, making Bucky grunt in surprise. “Ayo, let’s talk about this,” he managed to say as he fought her.

In the living room, Sam had to assist Lemar. He took the hits and dodged what he could as the other trapped John to the table by threading her spear through the straps of the shield.

Back with Bucky, Ayo managed to get the upper hand and disarm him… no literally, the Wakandas had embedded a code into the arm in the event the Winter Soldier ever made an appearance again.

While Bucky was stunned Ayo checked the bathroom where she saw Zemo sneak off to, but he had escaped through the grate in the middle of the floor.

John managed to free his arm just before the soldier that threw it took her spear back, letting the shield fall to the floor.

And he didn’t dare move to grab it, so the Dora warrior did.

But Ayo was on a mission.

“He is gone,” she said, referring to the Baron. Then she nodded to the shield. “Leave it,” she ordered.

The warrior nodded and gave the shield back to John, who still sat on the floor trying to catch his breath.

In the kitchen area, Bucky knelt down and picked his arm back up and just looked at it.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked as he got off the floor and walked over to him.

Bucky didn’t answer as he put his arm back on, groaning a little as the plates got back into place. He flexed his fingers, “No.” The mechanisms whirled and clanked a bit before he rotated his arm around and set everything back into place.

Lemar gets up and walks over to John, who is just staring at the floor.

“You alright man?”

“They weren’t even Super Soldiers…” John mumbled out.

His ego was severely damaged. He felt like he was taking a step forward only to get pushed ten steps back. John had lost control and then got his ass handed to him on a vibranium platter.

John was frustrated, he was failing his mission. He’s not ready, and it’s painfully obvious to him now. This role is harder than he thought, Steve’s shoes are too big to fill on his own.

“Come on,” Lemar said as he helped him up.

Sam walked by and only gave John a disgruntled look. A look that clearly told John he fucked up.

*****

John and Lemar stood at a table in the mall, talking about the mission.

“Look man, the serum and its source are gone,” Lemar started. “I know it didn’t work out the way you wanted it to, but it ain’t all bad.” John nodded and gave him a small, tight lipped smile.

Before John could respond, a girl came up to him and asked for an autograph, which he gave her.

He thanked them and wished them a good day before turning back to his friend, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

“How long until that gets annoying?” Lemar teased. John chuckled, “You’re just mad she didn’t ask for yours…” “Oh, it’s her loss,” Lemar threw back. “Even got a little Battlestar logo to go with it.”

John exhales amusedly through his nose.

He tapped the table, “If you had the chance to take the serum, would you do it?” Lemar nodded, “Hells, yeah.”

“You wouldn’t be worried about how it might… how it might change you?”

Lemar thought about it before sighing, “I mean… Power just makes a person more of themselves, right?” He shrugged, “Karli Morgenthau. Steve and Y/N Rogers.”

John nodded a little before looking at him, “And me?”

Lemar faced his friend completely, “You already have three Medals of Honor. You consistently make the right decisions in the heat of battle.”

John rubbed his brow, “Yep…” He kept his eyes on the table, “Three badges of excellence to make sure I never forget the worst day of my life…”

He looked up at Lemar, “We both know that the things we had to do in Afghanistan to be awarded those medals felt a long way from being right… Being Cap is the first time I’ve had the chance to do something that actually feels right.”

“But God! Imagine how many lives we could have saved that day if we had that serum,” Lemar said. John nodded, “I know… I know.”

*******

You laid on the couch, your fingers gently running through Omaha’s dark hair as he rested his head on your stomach.

The setting sun casted a beautiful orange glow over the room as the movie played on TV. You could feel the vibration of Neil’s chest against your thighs as he snored.

The squad had just gotten back to North Island earlier that afternoon and after the debriefing all you and Omaha wanted to do was cuddle and be with each other. So that’s what you did.

You knew you should probably call Sam and Bucky, but you had been on a cramped carrier all week and you just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend. You also weren’t sure where they were or if they were busy, so you’d just let them call your first or check in with them after you’ve had time to decompress.

Which is why you were finally letting your eyes slip closed as you relaxed.

And then your phone rang.

Groaning, you reached for your phone. You picked it up and answered it, not bothering to check the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Y/N?”

The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, and it put you on alert. It was foreign, sounded European but pinpointing exactly where wasn’t really your concern.

You carefully sat up, hoping you wouldn’t wake Omaha, “It is. Who are you?”

“My name is Karli Morgenthau.”

You froze for a second. You recognized that name.

Sam and Bucky tried to keep you in the dark, but you had connections. Someone on the very inside that was keeping you updated as best he could. And the name ‘Karli Morgenthau’ came up a lot recently.

You gently get up as you speak, “I know the name… You’re the leader of the Flag Smashers, right? The group against the GRC?”

Making sure Neil is still asleep, you step out onto the back porch.

“I am, and you’re Steve Rogers daughter…”

“I am… Why are you calling me Karli?”

She sighs, “I need you to stay out of my way. I know how close you are with Sam and Bucky…”

“Are you threatening me, Karli?”

“All I’m asking is that you make sure Bucky stays out of my way. I want to speak with Sam, alone. If Bucky comes with him, I can’t promise he’ll make it out alive…”

You cross your arms and lean against the railing, “Bucky can hold his own, he is a trained assassin after all.”

Karli’s quiet for a moment before speaking again. “You know that we’ve reached people all across the world right? Have pulled hundreds of people to the cause, some in San Diego?”

You knew what she was doing but you weren’t going to take any chances.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just stay out of it. Don’t try and warn them, I’ll know. I can track your calls and text,” she says with authority.

You can see why she has a following, and you understand her cause… but her methods don’t sit right with you.

“And if I don’t?”

“If you want your friends, your boyfriend, to stay safe… you’ll do as I ask…”

You can hear the smirk in her voice, the baseless arrogance thinking that she had intimidated you. You knew there was a big chance that she was lying, that she was just using the people you held close and loved as leverage. She was a bully, and the Rogers don’t like bullies.

But were you really going to risk the safety of your family? No, you weren’t.

“Okay, I won’t intervene…”

“Good.”

She hung up and you let out a breath.

“Everything okay?”

You looked up and saw Neil in the doorway. You smiled at him, “Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. I just needed to take a phone call… I didn’t want to wake you.” He nodded and came over to you.

“Was it Sam or Bucky?” You shook your head, “No, it was my contact. He was updating me, said they were doing just fine and were getting close to stopping this group.”

He smiled, “Okay that’s good.” He wrapped his arms around you, “Do you want to go out for dinner or just eat here?” You put your arms around his neck and tilt your head, “I’d rather eat here, if that’s okay?”

Omaha nods, “Of course that’s okay. I do need to go get some stuff-” “I can go get it. I don’t mind.”

He squeezed your hips, “Are you sure?” You nodded and pressed your lips to his.

He hummed against your lips and pulled you close. You arched into him and got on your toes. Neil gripped your hips and picked you up to sit you on the railing.

You giggled and sat your phone down as he began to kiss your neck.

A moan fell from your lips and your hand slipped under his shirt. His hands moved up your sides; one in the middle of your back to keep you firmly against him and the other buried itself under your messy bun to pull your lips to his in a deep kiss.

Your free hand pulled him closer by his waistband as he licked your bottom lip.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth, battling for dominance with yours.

You’re moaning and whimpering against each other’s mouths before he has to pull away for air.

“Fuck, Star-light…” You chuckled at the breathlessness in his voice as you took a few deep breaths. “After dinner Oma, I promise.”

Neil nodded as he swallowed, “I’ll hold you to that.” You laughed again as you both sat there in each other’s arms.

Your phone going off vibrated the railing you were perched on and shattered the moment.

You checked it, just to see that it was a text from Fanboy about a new show you had talked about watching together.

You looked back up at your boyfriend, “I should probably head to the store.” He nods, “Let me make a list. What sounds good?” You think about it for a minute, trying to find out what’s making your mouth water. “Ooooh, chicken and steak quesadillas? With homemade tortilla chips?”

“Do we have tortillas?” You nod, a grin spreading across your face. He mirrors it, “Then that’s perfect. I’ll make the chips while you go to the store.”

Giddy, you peck his lips, “Okay, make a list while I fix my hair and make myself look presentable.” He grinned and kissed you back, “Yes, ma’am.”

You shove him away with a giggle and you both go inside.

You go into your room and fix your hair before throwing on one of Neil’s hoodies. As you do that, your phone dings with another text, this time it’s from Sarah Wilson.

“I need you to call me. Karli just made contact with me…”

You huffed and dug through one of the drawers in your closet.

“C’mon…” You sighed once you found it. “There you are.” You pulled out the old burner phone Nick had given you and slid it into your pocket.

After that you slipped on your shoes, got the list and another kiss from Neil and you’re out the door.

******

Sam and Bucky were walking around Latvia looking for Zemo when Sam’s phone rang.

“Who is it?” Bucky asked, not looking at the caller ID. “It’s my sister,” Sam mumbled, concern in his tone as he answered. “Hey, what’s up?”

Bucky couldn’t hear what Sarah was saying but by the way Sam responded, he could tell it wasn’t good.

“Listen, pack an overnight bag and take the boys.”

Bucky turns his head, “What happened?”

Sam pulled his phone away from his ear, “Karli called Sarah. She threatened my nephews.” He brought his phone back to his ear.

“Okay. Go somewhere safe. Only pay cash. Alright? Let me know when you get there.”

Bucky’s phone vibrates in his pocket.

“I know. Look, I love you. I’ll never let anything happen to you and the boys.” Bucky pulls his phone out to check the notification.

“Okay, bye.”

Sam hangs up as Bucky slows to stop to read the text from an unknown number. Bucky’s brow furrowed and he frowned at his phone.

Sam arched an eyebrow, “Everything okay?” Bucky shook his head, “I’m not sure.” Sam peaked over at Bucky’s phone screen, reading the text on the screen.

“Karli wants to meet Sam somewhere alone. Don’t let him go alone, but don’t get caught either. Watch your 6, Buck - ⭐”

“That has to be Y/N…” Bucky said, a sense of dread filling his chest that Karli knew your number. “It’s signed with a star… thingy.”

“An emoji?”

“Whatever it is, that can’t be a coincidence.”

Sam nodded as he sighed, “She used an Avengers burner phone… we can’t track it because she most likely took the battery out. But that means no one else can track that text back to her either.”

Bucky nods and deletes the text and the number from his phone, just as a secondary precaution.

“But she’s right… Karli wants to meet me somewhere. She left a contact number with Sarah,” Sam confirmed just before his phone sounded with a text notification.

He looked at it and it was a location and time. The rooftop about North Plaza, and now. She wasn’t going to let him sit and develop a plan.

“She said to come alone… Like Y/N said…” Sam told Bucky, nerves and fear filling him as he looked at the sniper.

Even had you not warned Bucky, he wasn’t about to let Sam face Karli alone.

“I’m coming with you.”

****

After changing into their gear, they went to the plaza.

“Karli!” Sam shouted as soon as he entered the room.

The Super Soldier leaned over the railing to make herself known and the two men made their way up the stairs.

“You called my sister? That’s how we’re gonna play this?” Sam questioned the moment he topped the steps.

“Sam, I would never hurt her,” Karli said gently as she leaned on the banister. “I just wanted to understand you better.”

She pushed off the half wall, “I see you, uh–” She pointed to Bucky, “–didn’t come alone.”

“You have to end this, now,” Sam said, natural, but gentle, authority in his voice.

Karli shook her head, “I don’t wanna hurt you. You’re just a tool in the regimes I’m looking to destroy.” She glances at Bucky who walks a little closer to cover Sam’s back, “You’re not hiding behind a shield.”

“If I were to kill you, it would be meaningless,” she said bluntly.

In all fairness, Sam and Bucky weren’t representing symbols like John was. They weren’t members of the government or the GRC. Their deaths would do nothing for Karli’s cause.

Sam glanced over his shoulder to Bucky, assessing his body language and overall demeanor before turning back to Karli.

“I was gonna ask you to join me… or do the world a favor and let me go.”

Before Sam could say or do anything, Sharon spoke into his comms.

“Hey, Sam, new Cap is moving, looks like he’s found them, or maybe they found him.”

Sam’s eyes widened and he looked at Bucky, “It’s Walker.”

Bucky quickly made the move to jump down, but Karli had other plans. She jumped and slammed into Bucky, causing him to slam into the column.

While Bucky pushed off the ground with a groan, Sam fought Karli. He placed a kick to her chest, throwing her off balance.

He looked at Bucky, “I’ll send you the location, go.” Buck nodded and ran through the door while Sam deployed his wings and took off before Karli could get up.

****

When Sam landed at the location, having cannonballed through the skylight onto the stairs, a Flag Smasher was kicked through the door about two flights above him and straight into the wall.

Sam looked up the flight of stairs and saw John walking down them with a look of determination on his face, sheathing the shield on his back as he got closer.

Sam could only watch as the Flag Smasher tried to hit John with a pipe, only for John to catch it and wrestle with him for a moment… before he easily bent the pipe. The steel pipe.

“Oh shit…”

John threw the soldier into a pillar, who hit it harshly but managed to get up and run.

Sam watched John descend the steps and walk past him, “What did you do?” John bypassed the question, “They’ve got Lemar.”

****

Bucky entered the building from the bottom floor, skipping steps as he ran up the stairs.

As he ran up a flight, he’s ambushed on his left side and slammed into the wall.

The soldier grabbed him from behind and tried to put him in a chokehold. But Bucky leveraged himself against the wall and launched them into a pillar.

He managed to free himself from the guy's hold. Bucky parried one of the punches thrown at him before kicking him down the stairs.

Bucky hurdled the railing and stalked toward the Flag Smasher as he tried to get up.

Before he could stand up, Bucky planted his boot into the guy’s chest and sent him through the brick wall.

Bucky checked to make sure the soldier was unconscious before leaving.

“Stay there.”

****

Sam and John made it to a big open, seemingly empty, room.

Then two soldiers jumped down behind them from the landing.

John reflexively threw the shield, hitting them both. Sam closed-lined one with his wing, while the other pulled a knife on John.

“What’s with all the knives?”

Within a few minutes of them fighting, Bucky made his appearance as well as two more Flag Smashers.

The one with the knife tried to stab John, but he countered it with the shield and sent the blade flying towards Bucky. Luckily he caught it.

But a soldier approached him from behind with a knife of their own.

Bucky readied himself and the soldier charged, kick flipping before attempting to attack. But the attempted slashes were parried and countered with a few punches and a knee to the ribs. Then Bucky gets leverage and is able to flip them onto their back.

He flips the knife in his hand and throws it into the floor next to the soldier’s head.

Another soldier grabbed Sam from behind. He quickly elbowed them and turned on his thrusters, using the heat to disorient them before kicking them over the table.

John hit one in the face with the shield before throwing another on the ground.

The one thrown charged at a preoccupied Sam, but Bucky intercepted them and punched them out.

“You’re welcome.”

As John fought, he was grabbed from behind by a maskless Flag Smasher.

John struggled to get free and the soldier locked his arms, exposing his chest.

Karli charged in, hurdling a table and running to John, knife at the ready.

But Lemar came in just in time and tackled Karli.

They both got up off the ground, ready to fight. But Karli was faster.

One well placed, powerful punch to Lemar’s chest sent him into a concrete column. Killing him instantly.

****

It was like the world was put into slow motion.

The fighting stopped as Lemar slumped on the floor.

John broke free of the hold on him and went straight to Lemar.

He knelt next to him, “Hey. Hey. Hey.” John patted his chest and shook his shoulder. He held Lemar’s face, “Lemar. Lemar.”

John kept repeating Lemar’s name, but it was no use. Lemar was dead.

The rage that filled John was visible. Everyone in the room felt it.

Bucky and Sam were stunned, catching their breath as they watched John.

But the Flag Smashers took their chance and ran.

Karli took a different exit than the others, and Bucky and Sam followed her.

John took the quickest exit, jumping out the window. He immediately clocked the soldier that held him back.

He chased him into the town square. Using the shield to block what concrete object was thrown at him.

“Where is she?!”

John ran, throwing the shield at the soldier’s back before running up to him and hitting him in the chest, knocking him back into the memorial.

He tried to get up but John knocked him down with the shield. He tried again but John pinned him under his boot.

“It wasn’t me!” He shouted, begging for his life.

John said nothing as he raised the shield.

“It wasn’t me!”

The soldier’s final plea fell on deaf ears as the edge of the shield was brought down on his chest.

****

The crowd that had gathered gasped as John brought the shield down three more times, shouting in rage.

Once the man fell limp under John, he stood and took deep breaths.

Bucky and Sam ran through the crowd, but they were too late. Far too late.

John strapped the bloodied shield to his arm. Brandishing the tainted symbol to the recording phones.

Blood was rushing in John’s ears, dampening the sounds of the world around him. But his eyes worked just fine.

The sight of a crowd, multiple cameras, Sam and Bucky, and a dead body greeted John as he looked around.

Then the sprinkling rain hit his skin and the weight of his actions barreled into him… and he ran.

******

Bucky and Sam chased after John, finding him in an abandoned train station.

They find him kneeling, grieving the loss of his best friend. They don’t intervene, they know he needs it.

It’s not until John stands and walks in their direction that they make their move.

“Walker…” Sam said cautiously.

John looked at them, but didn't stop walking, “You guys should see a medic, you don't look so good.”

“Stop, Walker.”

John turns around, “What?” He started gesturing with his hands, “You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!”

Bucky shook his head, “He didn’t kill Lemar, John.”

Walker just rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Don’t go down that road,” Bucky advised. “Believe me, it doesn’t end well.”

“I’m not like you.”

Sam stepped up, trying to reason with John and calm him down.

“Listen, it was the heat of the battle. Okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record. We don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

Bucky couldn’t stop looking at the blood on the shield as Sam stayed calm.

“John… You gotta give me the shield, man.”

Walker looked up at the two, “Oh…” He smirked a little, appearing as if he just figured a riddle. “So that’s what this is…” He looked at Sam, “You almost got me.”

Sam shook his head and shrugged, “You made a mistake.”

John looked between them, “You don’t wanna do this.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and looked up at Walker, tearing his eyes away from the now tainted memory of his best friend.

“Yeah we do.”

****

The fight that ensued was quick, but it was ugly.

John wasn’t giving up that shield easily, but Sam and Bucky weren’t letting him leave with it.

Faces were bloodied, rib cages were bruised and broken.

Sam and Bucky’s intentions were just to incapacitate John and take the shield.

Walker was trying to kill them.

He was aiming for the chest, the throat, the face, the head. Anywhere that could be lethal, that’s where John was aiming.

John thought he deserved that shield. After everything he went through to be chosen. After what he endured that got him a spot on the list.

He wasn’t going to let them simply take it. They would have to kill him.

But they didn’t.

Sam and Bucky had every opportunity to kill John. Just like that, John is dead and the shield is theirs.

Except, it wasn’t that simple to them… Well maybe to Bucky it was but he had to think about more than just what he wants.

They fought and fought. Their backs met the concrete more than they would care to admit.

John ripped Sam’s wings from his pack, nearly decapitated him with the shield before Bucky intervened.

After Bucky took hits to the ribs and face, Sam managed to get ahold of the shield. Both of them work together to take the shield from where it was strapped to John’s arm.

Bucky had John pinned to a broken down forklift and Sam had to use his thrusters to get the shield to finally come off… snapping John’s arm in the process.

But Walker wasn’t letting them just walk away.

He stood from the ground, chest heaving as he walked towards them. “It’s mine.”

Sam stared him down. “It’s over, John.”

“It’s mine!”

He throws a punch at Bucky, only for it to be countered. While disoriented from the punch, John tries to run at Bucky, only for the assassin to lower his shoulder and pick him up by the legs.

Sam took the shield and ran, the shield meeting John’s back as Bucky slung the man and knocking them all to the ground.

Bucky is the first to stand, picking up the shield and dropping it by Sam’s head before walking out.

*****

The next day, Sam and Bucky met with Torres at the same building Mama Donya’s memorial was in.

Bucky left shortly after Joaquin arrived, leaving Sam alone with him.

“What’s our next steps, Torres?” Sam asks, propping himself on the table.

“Captain America killing a foreign national in public, it’s kinda like a big deal… Like-like international incident big. Folks, uh, higher up on the payroll are all over it now. So, unfortunately…”

“They’re taking jurisdiction,” Sam finished.

Torres nodded, “Yeah.”

He looked down and noticed Sam’s equipment bag on the ground, broken wings inside.

“What happened to these?” He walked over and picked the bag up with a grunt, sitting it on the table.

“So, is there anything we can do?” Sam asked Torres as he looked through the bag.

Joaquin shook his head a little, “Not really.” He continued to look at the damaged wings, “As you can see, they’ve cordoned off the whole camp, and Karli’s a ghost. After what went down, she’s laying extra low. Like under-underground.”

“And that’s why it makes sense for us to get involved. The longer we let her regroup, the harder it’s going to be to find her,” Sam told him.

“She’s got people helping her from all over the world, on all platforms. She’s… really good at this thing.”

Sam nodded his agreement, “Yeah.”

Torres ran his hand over the wings, “How’d these break?” But his question is only answered with a sigh.

So he moved on.

“Anyway, all we can do now is sit tight and just chill. Sometimes, there’s nothing to do until there’s something to do.”

Sam stood and smirked a little, “That’s bizarrely wise.”

Torres chuckled, “Well, I’m a bizarrely wise man, Sam.” “Yeah, alright.”

Sam’s phone rang in his pocket and he sighed. He picked up the shield and turned to leave.

“That Star?” Joaquin asked, standing straighter. Sam reached for his phone, “I hope so… Thanks Torres.” He nodded, “For sure.”

Sam pulled his phone out and walked toward the exit.

“Wait, yo, you forgot the wings,” Torres called out. Sam looked over his shoulder, “Keep ‘em.”

****

Sam answered your call once he got outside.

“I know-”

“What. The. Fuck did he do?”

Sam sucked in a breath.

This was bad.

********************

well....

that was... something

john walker has defiled and tainted the shield’s legacy... everything steve rogers stood for covered in the blood of someone. sam and bucky had their go, now it’s star’s turn

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Lieutenant Rogers - pt. 6

Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen. This is Your Lover Savior Speaking

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

word count: ~4.4k

series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the flag smashers, super soldiers, angst, if i miss any please let me know

chapter warnings: language, uranium mission, near death, disobeying orders, dogfighting, proceedure inaccuracy, hangster

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

sources: Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chapter summary: the mission is here. and once again while we know what happens in the sky and in the control room, what’s going through star’s mind as her friends fight for their lives and might not come home?

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 7

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All the aviators stood on the carrier, stock still at attention. You were in the front by Hangman.

Maverick stood at the front, “It has been an honor flying with you. Each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more.”

You kept your head down, clenching your jaw.

“Choose your two Foxtrot teams.” You sucked in a breath. “Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.”

The fact it wasn’t Omaha and Halo loosened the coil in your chest, but it tightened ever so slightly now that it was Bob.

“And your wingman.” Next to you, Hangman straightened and tried not to smirk. Somewhere in the back Omaha held his breath just like you did.

Maverick hesitated for a second before looking up and past you, “Rooster.”

You glanced back at him to see that he was just as surprised. You smiled a little bit, proud of him. Hangman obviously wasn’t happy, but Omaha relaxed and huffed out the breath he was holding.

“The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that’s required. Dismissed.”

****

“Your target is a clear and present threat,” Warlock started. “A secret uranium enrichment site under rogue state control. It’s an underground bunker, tucked between these two mountains. Your route of ingress is heavily defended by surface-to-air missiles backed up by fifth-generation fighters.”

“Once your F-18 strike team crosses the border, Tomahawk missiles from the USS Leyte Gulf will launch a synchronized strike on the enemy’s airfield here. This will knock out their runway. But you’ll have to contend with any planes already in the air. The moment those Tomahawks hit, the enemy will know we’re coming. Your time to target will be two minutes and 30 seconds. Any longer than that and you will be exposed to any aircraft the Tomahawks may have missed.”

You took in a deep breath, really hating the way sweat dripped down your back.

“This is what you’ve all been training for. Come home safely,” Cyclone said, glancing at the squadron. “Get to your planes.”

Everyone went to the deck and to their planes.

“Star!” You turned and saw Bob jogging towards you. “Bob,” You smiled at him as he hugged you. “Don’t do anything stupid ‘til I get back,” he said, a teasing smirk on his face. You laughed, “How can I? You’re takin’ all the stupid with you.” He shoved your shoulder before going over to Phoenix.

As you stepped on the ladder to your plane, Omaha jogged over.

“Y/N,” you smiled and took your foot off the ladder. “Neil-” You hugged him tightly, even though neither of you were going in the air, you had been chosen for Dagger Spare.

“Once we get back on land, we’re going to dinner, we're going dancing. All of it.” You laughed and smiled, “You got it.” He pecked your lips and went to his own plane.

As you stepped back up, someone stopped you.

“Star! Hold on,” he came over as you put your foot back down. “What’s up?” “I told Cyclone and Warlock, I guess they didn’t tell you…” “Tell me what?” He sighed, “Something’s wrong with your plane, we can’t clear her for flight.”

Your heart dropped, “So, even if I was chosen I couldn’t have gone up?” “Yeah… I’m sorry, Lieutenant.” You swallowed and nodded, “I understand, thank you.” When he walked away, you ripped your helmet off.

You were upset that you didn’t get picked, but you were heartbroken at the fact that it wouldn’t have mattered. You huffed as you stowed your ladder and started to walk back into the carrier and try to talk to Cyclone or Warlock.

****

Hangman had watched the entire interaction, but he couldn’t hear it. However when you yanked your helmet off, he had a pretty good idea of what happened.

Jake watched you stow your ladder before walking away with your head down. He understood how you felt, he wasn’t picked either. But now, it looks like you didn’t have a chance to be a part of this mission at all.

He jogged up to you, “Star!” You kept going, but he knew you heard him.

“Star!” He picked up his pace, “Hey-” “What Hangman?” Your tone didn’t have the edge to it he thought it would, it was annoyed, sure, but it was more disappointed than anything. “What’s going on? Why aren’t you getting ready?”

You sighed and glanced back toward your plane, “Something’s wrong with her. She can’t go in the air.” You looked back at Jake, “Wouldn’t have mattered if I was picked, I would’ve been grounded.”

Hangman frowned but didn’t really know what to say.

You had been selected as the first spare to be deployed if needed. But with you grounded, that was now Jake’s spot.

Except, he wasn’t as happy about it as he’d thought he’d be.

“Be safe, Jake. I’ll see you when this is over,” you gave him a small smile and patted his arm before turning and going back towards the carrier entrance.

Just before you got too far, he called out to you.

“What if we went together?”

The words had left his mouth before he realized what he was saying.

You arched a brow, going back over to him. “Are you serious?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I know you can backseat. And I know how much this mission means to you. Probably more than it means to me.” He stuck his hand out, “What do you say Rogers?”

You fought the smile threatening your lips, but nodded and shook his hand, “Let’s do this Seresin.”

****

Jake turned over his shoulder to look at you, “We ready back there, Rogers?” “We are good to go, Seresin,” you smiled at him.

Maverick’s voice came through the comms, “Dagger One, up and ready on Catapult One.”

Jake grabbed his mask, “Dagger Spare standing by.”

Everyone else confirmed their status.

“Dagger Four, up and ready.”

“Dagger Three, up and ready.”

“Dagger Two, up and ready.”

And just minutes later, they were all leaving the carrier.

You and Hangman listened to comms as you sat on the carrier.

“Hey, thank you for doing this, Hangman. You didn’t have too,” you said, trying to come off nonchalant but he knew it meant a lot to you. “Yeah, I know, Star. But, like I said, this mission means more to you than it does to me. And I wasn’t just gonna let you mope. You’re annoying when you mope.”

You laughed as he attempted to brush it off as something beneficial for him, “Whatever you say Seresin.”

“Comanche, Dagger One. Standby check in.” “Comanche 1-1 set. Picture clean. Recommend Dagger continue.” “Copy. Daggers descending below radar.”

“Daggers now below radar. Switching to E-2 picture.”

“Here we go, enemy territory up ahead. Feet dry in 60 seconds. Comanche, Dagger One. Picture.” “Comanche, picture clean. Decision is yours.” “Copy.”

You looked out towards the water, adrenaline kicking in as you listened to Maverick.

“Dagger attack.” “Tomahawks airborne.”

When the missiles passed over the team, Maverick spoke, “Daggers, assume attack formation.”

“Daggers set, proceeding to target. Two minutes and 30 seconds in three, two, one, mark.”

“Two mark.”

“Three mark.”

“Four mark.”

You checked your own watch, mentally noting the time. “Did you just check your watch too?” Jake asked from the front. “Yeah. Gives me a little control. Knowing how long it’s been and how much time they have left helps me determine my own course of action.” “That the Rogers in you?” “No, it’s the Avenger in me.”

Hangman nodded and focused back in on the comms where they were noting SAM locations.

Bob came over, “We got two minutes to target.” Payback responded, “Copy. We’re a few seconds behind, Rooster. We got to move.”

You inhaled, habitually checking your watch.

Jake mumbled from his seat, “Come on Bradshaw. Don’t get on your perch now.”

“Thirty seconds to Tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip.”

You glanced back out toward the water, “Tell him how you feel, Jake.” “I don't know what you’re talking about, Star.” You scoff-laughed, “Sure you don’t.” You shook your head and bit your lip to keep yourself from saying anything else.

“Dagger, Comanche. We’re picking up two bandits. Single group, two contacts.”

Your breath hitched, “Shit…”

Phoenix came over, “Comanche, what’s their heading?” “Bull's-eye 090, 50, tacked southwest.” Rooster chimed in, “They’re headed away from us. They don’t know we’re here.”

“The second those Tomahawks hit the air base, those bandits are gonna move to defend the target,” Maverick said. “We have to get there before they do. Increase speed.”

“We got you, Mav. Don’t wait for me.”

The only thing heard for a few seconds was heavy breathing.

“Sir, Daggers Two and Four are behind schedule.”

You checked your watch, “They’ve only got a minute 20. C’mon Rooster.” Hangman tensed and shifted in his seat.

“Tomahawk impact in three, two… Impact. Enemy runway is destroyed.”

“Bandits are switching course to defend the target.”

“Rooster, where are you?” Mav asked, making both you and Jake hold your breath.

“Come on, Rooster. Bandits inbound. We gotta make up time now. Let’s turn and burn,” Payback encouraged from behind.

“Heads up, Phoenix.”

“Sir, bandits are two minutes from target. Daggers are one minute from target.”

“Guys! We’re fallin’ behind we really gotta move,” Fanboy announced. “If we don’t increase our speed right now, those bandits are gonna be waiting for us when we reach the target,” Payback added.

You ran a hand down your face, “Rooster…”

“Talk to me Dad,” Rooster mumbled over the comms, mostly to himself. You weren’t sure if he knew people could hear him and you weren’t sure who had heard him.

But Maverick did, “Come on, kid, you can do it. Don’t think, just do.”

All you heard from Rooster was a deep exhale and then a grunt.

“Jesus, Rooster, not that fast!” Payback exclaimed and you almost laughed.

“That’s it, kid. That’s it.” “Let’s go.”

“Damn Rooster take it easy!” Fanboy shouted, surprised by the pilot's sudden demeanor change.

“Sir, Dagger Two is reengaging.”

You smiled and looked towards Jake, seeing a small, proud smile on his face.

“Thirty seconds to target. Bob, check your laser.” “Air-to ground check complete. Laser code verified, 1-6-8-8. Laser is a go!”

“Watch your heads!” “Holy shit! Shit!” “Payback, you with me?” “Right behind you.”

“Phoenix, stand by for pop up strike.” “Dagger Three in position.” “Popping in three, two, one.”

You held your breath as Maverick and Phoenix popped and dove into the target, the only thing being picked up by the comms was their heavy breathing.

“Get me eyes on that target, Bob.” “Dagger Three. Stand by, Mav.” “Come on, Bob, come on.” “Stand by.” A long beep of a target lock rang out. “I’ve got it. Captured!” “Target acquired. Bombs away.”

Everyone waited with baited breath as you listened for confirmation.

“We’ve got impact! Check, direct hit! Direct hit!”

You clapped your hands and pumped your fist, “Let’s go! One miracle down.”

“Dagger Two, status!” “Almost there, Mav. Almost there.”

Jake’s shoulders rose with the deep breath he took as Rooster and Payback dove into the target.

“Fanboy, where’s my laser?” “Rooster, there’s something wrong with this laser! Shit! Deadeye, deadeye, deadeye!”

You sucked in a breath, “Oh fuck.”

“Come on, guys, we’re running out of time.” “Get it online!” “I’m trying! I’m trying!”

Your heart rate increased and Jake looked over his shoulder at you with wide eyes.

“Come on, Fanboy!” “Nearly there! Nearly there!”

Maverick, Phoenix, and Bob’s heavy breathing broke up the small moment of silence.

“Come on, Fanboy, get it online,” Payback threw over his shoulder.

Rooster had to make a decision. “There’s no time. I’m dropping blind.”

Your stomach dropped and Jake’s eyes got wider before he turned back around.

“Rooster, I got this!” “No time. Pull up.” “Rooster, wait!” “Bombs away! Bombs away!”

“Oh my gosh,” Jake mumbled as he focused in on the radio. You mumbled to yourself too, “Hit the target. Hit the target.”

Once again, everyone waited with baited breath.

“Bull’s-eye, bull’s-eye, bull’s eye!”

Everyone cheered.

You leaned forward and caught Hangman, mid-celebratory dance. “He did it, he fucking did it!” He looked over his shoulder at you, “Holy shit!” You both laughed in relief and high-fived. “Now they just need to make it home.”

****

Coffin corner was chaos over the comms.

Directions and warnings spoken so rapidly you could barely keep up. Missile locks were ringing out through the comms and it increased your heart rate. Calls of ‘smoke in the air’ and defensive maneuvers muddling with everything else; all of it becoming one sound.

Until now.

“Dagger Two defending!” Nothing. “Shit! I’m out of flares!”

Your head whipped up to look at Jake whose eyes nearly glossed over with tears. A brick settled itself in your stomach and your hands felt numb.

“Rooster, evade, evade!” “I can’t shake them! They’re on me! They’re on me!”

Then all you heard was:

“Mav! Mav! No!”

Tears hit the backs of your eyes. Not Mav. God, please, not Maverick.

“Dagger One is hit! I repeat, Dagger One is hit! Maverick is down!” Phoenix confirmed over comms.

You hit your dash, “Shit!” You looked up and took deep breaths, closing your eyes to come up with a plan.

“Dagger One, status. Status!” Rooster tried. “Anyone see him? Does anyone see him? Dagger one, come in!” “I didn’t see a parachute,” Payback finally said. “We have to circle back!”

“Comanche. Bandits inbound. Single group, hot. Recommend Dagger flow south. One minute to intercept.”

“All Daggers flow to ECP. You have bandits headed for you.” “What about Maverick?”

Your eyes shot open, “They aren’t going back for Mav. Hangman we’ve gotta do something.” Jake lifted his mask as you both started prepping, “Dagger Spare request permission to launch and fly air cover.”

“Negative, Spare.”

You stopped your movements and Jake threw his mask down. “What the hell!? We can’t just leave him out there! He could still be alive!” Jake sighed, “I don’t like it either, but, orders are orders, Star.”

“Dagger, you are not to engage.” This command was directed at Rooster, but you still felt that it was directed at you too. “Repeat, do not engage.”

Rooster didn’t respond.

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.” Nothing. “Acknowledge.”

Phoenix tried to reason, “Rooster, those bandits are closing. We can’t go back.” It was clear she want to say it, but it had to be said. “Rooster, he’s gone. Maverick’s gone.”

All that was heard was Rooster’s heavy breathing before he turned his comms off.

“What the hell is he doing?!” Jake asked, panicked. You huffed out a breath, “Saving his family.”

It was silent for a few minutes as Rooster turned his plane around to search for Maverick.

The hairs on the back of your neck and your arms stood up and you got a gut feeling something wasn’t right.

“Dagger Two is hit. Dagger Two is hit.”

“Dagger Two, come in.” Silence. “Dagger Two, do you copy?” Nothing. “Dagger Two, come in.” Still, nothing.

Your heart dropped. No, you couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t. Your hand was shaking as it covered your mouth. But you had to stay composed.

In front of you, Jake was shocked into motionlessness; the only movement being the rise and fall of his shoulders.

Finally, after a few moments Jake looked toward the sky, “I never told him. I never fucking told him.” “We’ll get him back, Jake. We have to.”

****

It had been silent for too long.

The other two groups had landed a long time ago and were getting examined.

You shook your head, “I don’t like this, Hangman. Why isn’t Cyclone sending search and rescue?” He shook his head, “I don’t know, but I’m getting tired of waiting.” You arched your brow, “What are you saying?”

Jake turned to you over his shoulder, “I’m saying, we go anyway.” “But I thought you said-” “Yeah, well, I changed my mind.” You smiled, “Alright.” “Now if you don’t want to do this-” “Jake, I’m with you. Whatever you want to do, I’m with you.”

You both clipped on your masks and began to taxi.

“Dagger Spare you were-” Cyclone took over, “Hangman, Star, I gave you an order. Stop what you’re doing.”

“Sir, you haven’t sent search and rescue. Rooster and Maverick could still be out there!” You said, not caring about getting in trouble. “We can’t send search and rescue with bandits in the air, Lieutenant Rogers!” “That’s why you send us to fly air cover.” “You don’t stand-”

“Sir, we’re receiving a signal from Rooster’s ESAT.”

Everyone stopped and listened.

“But there seems to be a malfunction.” The comms picked up Warlock’s voice, “Have you lost him?” “No, sir. He’s supersonic.”

You and Jake looked at each other, your smiles showing through your eyes since the masks covered your faces. “He’s airborne. He’s okay, Jake.” Hangman’s brows furrowed, “What is he in?”

“Sir. Overwatch reports an F-14 Tomcat is airborne born and on course for our position.”

Your jaw dropped, “Maverick.” You laughed, “Maverick’s alive!”

“Dagger Spare, be ready.”

****

It felt like forever before you heard anything from Rooster and Maverick.

“Where the hell is this guy?”

Jake nearly relaxed at the sound of Bradley’s voice but it was the panic in it that made him hesitate.

“He’s on our nose.”

Your stomach dropped, “No, no, no…”

“Damn it, we’re out of ammo.” You shook your head, not wanting this to be real.

“Smoke in the air! Rooster, flares!” “That was close!”

“We’re out of flares, Mav!”

“Hangman, they’re in trouble, we have to go now,” you said, snapping your mask back on. “Cyclone-”

“This is not good!” Rooster’s panicked voice cut Jake off. “We took another hit!” “No, no, no, no, no!”

You ripped your mask off, “We have to go, now, Jake! If we wait for orders, they will get shot down. If we go now, we have a chance to save them.” He hesitated. “You were willing to risk your career earlier. Why are you hesitating now?” You sighed, “I’ll take every bit of blame.”

He looked at you over his shoulder, “You’d seriously do that? Risk your career, just like that?” “Yes. Especially if it means saving those I care about.” Jake looked in your eyes and knew you were serious.

In moments, you were airborne with Cyclone reprimanding you over the radio. “Seresin, Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” “Saving our friends.” “I didn’t give you the order-” “With all due respect, sir, you took too long.” He sighed, “Save them and get your asses back on this boat. I’ll deal with you when you land.”

****

As you and Jake flew to their location, all you heard was Maverick screaming at Rooster to eject.

“Rooster, pull the handle! Eject!” “It’s not working!”

Jake pressed harder, willing the plane to go faster.

“Mav!”

Your heart drops when you hear a missile lock through the radio. But then, Jake gets a lock on the enemy and he fires just as they do.

You relax back into your seat, “Holy shit…” You let out a laugh in disbelief, “Holy shit…”

Jake’s grinning behind his mask as he goes through the smoke, “Good, afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions.” Rooster’s laugh sounded through the comms. “And prepare for landing.”

Maverick pounded the glass and gave you and Jake a thumbs up.

“Hey, Hangman, you look good.” “I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m here too, but yeah compliment the pilot.” “Star! You look good too-” You laughed good naturedly, “Save it, bird brain.” All of them laughed.

“It’s good to see you. And Maverick, if you keep pulling shit like that, Nick Fury is gonna make you an Avenger.” Maverick laughed and shook his head before Jake turned the plane, “We’ll see you back on deck.”

****

You and Jake landed, parking the aircraft as Maverick and Rooster landed.

You both got out, hugging each other. “Thank you, for trusting me.” “Star, I’d be a fool not to trust you. I should be thanking you for trusting me as your pilot.” You just hugged him again.

You pulled away just in time for Bob to sweep you up in a hug and spin you around. “Bob! You did it! You guys did it!”

He sat you down, breathing heavily, “I thought I told you not to do anything stupid? Disobeying orders? Really?” You just shrugged, grinning as Bob rolled his eyes and hugged you again.

You gave quick hugs to the others before Omaha got his hug and kiss. “I can’t wait to get you on dry land again, Y/N.” You kissed him again, “I look forward to it, Neil. But let’s go see Bradley, yeah?” He nodded and turned his back to you, “Hop on hero.” You rolled your eyes, laughing as you jumped onto his back.

When you got there, you stopped by Mav first, seeing the four other strike team members with Rooster.

Neil sat you down and went over to Rooster.

“Captain?” Maverick quickly turned around and smiled at you. “Star.” He pulled you in for a hug, “Hondo told me what you did. What you and Hangman did.” He pulled back to look at you, “Why? Why would you risk your career by disobeying orders?”

You held eye contact, “Because last time I obeyed orders, someone got killed. I wasn’t gonna let that happen again. I can’t lose anymore family.” Maverick could only nod before pulling you back in for a hug, “Thank you.”

He pulled away and patted your shoulder, nodding to the other pilot, “Go see Rooster.” You nodded saluting him before going to see your friend.

When you got there, he was talking to Jake and shaking his hand.

“Chalked yourself another kill.” “That makes two,” Jake said, fighting back a grin. “Mav has five. Makes him an ace,” Phoenix added teasingly.

Bradley and Jake just shared a look and you waited for Jake to make his move.

But he just hugged Phoenix. “Oh- Jake c’mon!” You groaned quietly before going up to Bradley.

“Bradshaw,” you said as you stood in front of him. He smiled down at you, “Rogers.” You sighed before hugging him tightly, him doing the same. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” “Me too.. Me too..”

You pulled away and Bradley looked over at Jake who was waiting off to side for you both to go talk to Cyclone.

Noticing, you pulled him back into a hug that he reciprocated, “Tell him, Bradley. You’ll regret it if you don’t.” You let go and walked towards Jake, sending a smile over your shoulder to Rooster who nodded and went to find Maverick.

****

“Lieutenant Seresin, Lieutenant Rogers.” You and Jake stood in front of Cyclone at attention. “Admiral Simpson.” He took in a deep breath, “You disobeyed my orders to wait, Lieutenant Seresin.”

You took a step forward, ready to take the blame, “Sir, it’s not-”

“I know, sir. But I couldn’t, in good conscience, wait to be told to take off.” You looked up at Jake, “Hangman-” “Lieutenant Rogers and I decided that if we hadn’t left when we had, Captain Mitchell and Lieutenant Bradshaw would not have made it home. The responsibility falls on both of us.”

You shook your head, “It was my idea, Hangman. What are you doing?” “I didn’t have to listen to you. It was my choice, Star. I’m just as much to blame.”

Cyclone arched a brow at both of you before sighing to gain your attention.

“While I have everything I need to ground both of you. I’m not going to. You’re both right. Had you waited for my order, we would have lost two pilots today. Just don’t let it happen again. Alright?” Both you and Jake nodded, “Yes sir.” “Yes sir.” “Dismissed.”

Both you and Jake exited the room and hugged each other, “Let’s go celebrate!”

********

A few days later you were all back on dry land and celebrating on the beach with a bonfire/cookout.

Neil had his arm around your waist, “Have you heard from Sam or Bucky?” You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder, “Yeah, it’s been a while though, last I heard they went to Madripor on a lead. They could be anywhere now.” He just nodded and sipped his drink.

Then Jake came up to you. “Star, I need your help.” You walked away from the pit and turned to him.

“What’s up?” “I’m gonna tell him. I’m gonna tell Rooster.” You grinned, “That’s great! I’m happy for you, Jake.” He nodded, hands on his hips. “There’s just one small problem.” You hummed, “And that is?” “I suck at expressing my feelings without being an asshole.” “I think that’s obvious.” He groaned, “Just help me!”

You held your hands up in defense, “Okay, okay.” You looked over at Bradley, “Just tell him. You’re great with words, Jake.” “But what if I fumble-” You noticed Bradley walked over.

You grabbed Hangman’s hands, “Jake, you’ll be okay.” You squeezed them, “Trust me.” He looked in your eyes, searching for any sign of malicious intent, and found none. “Okay,” he hugged you. “Thank you.” “Go get him, Cowboy.”

You smiled at him before walking back to Omaha. “Is he gonna tell him?” You glanced back over to see them talking to each other and smiled. “I think so.”

Just before you turned around, Jake grabbed Bradley’s face and kissed him. You smiled and turned around, happy for your friends.

They came over not too long later, hand in hand. Everyone noticed but didn’t say anything, only smiling and nodding to the two in congratulations.

Fanboy came over to you, “Star, have you seen the news since we got back?” You tilted your head, “Not really no.” He gulped and showed you his phone, “You probably should.”

You gasped at the title on his screen and pulled out your own phone.

There it was, the article of a lifetime on your lockscreen. It was recent, the article, but the video attached looked about a day old.

You pulled it up and watched it, your chest burning and the feeling of bile rising in your throat.

This was bad.

*********

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