The Dagger's still hadn't been fully informed of what had happened between Ice and Mav, but they atleast knew where Mav was now. Which was a slight comfort. They had spent the weekend on and off staying at his house and keeping him company. However, this did mean they had no clue what to expect at work right now since Maverick was their normal teacher/surpervisor/whatever he came up with that day.
Though in all their theories, this was not one of the predicted results.
"Daggers, I present to you a very special instructor," Cyclone began as he introduced someone who had yet to enter the room, though what was really intriging to the Daggers, was that Cyclone looked like he was fanboying, and not his fanboy for Ice level, no this was an even higher level. (The Daggers didn't think that was possible.) "I present to you, a former Top Gun instrutor and former head of Top Gun: the first to ever earn the Top Gun trophy, retired admiral Mike Metcalf callsign: Viper."
Bradley's eye widened as he realized from the clues who exactly had come.
While the rest of the Daggers were freaking out internally (and slightly externally) not even knowing the connection of Viper to Maverick and Ice.
"Daggers, good to finally meet you." Viper greeted with a light smirk on his face.
The eyes of several Daggers widenned further in disblief that the Viper knew of them.
Bradley just smiled from the back, though he hadn't seen his grandfather in a few years, they had briefly spoken over the phone shortly after he reunited with Maverick and Ice. So, he wasn't too worried about a lecture on not speaking to him for over a decade.
"I've heard a lot about you, though I didn't prefer me finally meeting you being because Maverick was sick and Ice was an idiot." Viper rolled his eyes.
Futher more the Daggers internally freaked.
"Come on Gramps, you are freaking out the Daggers." Bradley finally spoke now certain that the atmosphere was informal. (Though Cyclone was still in shock off to the side over the casual remarks of a Top Gun Legend.)
"Gramps?" Coyote jerked his head turnign to look at Bradley.
"If we use the terms of the Flyboy group chat, we are his grand-daggers." Bradley clarified.
"Sir, it's such an honor to meet you." Fanboy finally spoke.
"Kid, I've been waiting to meet all fo you. However, let's do some teaching and then I can give you all the dirt and embaressing stories about Ice and Mav and well all the other Flyboys."
"How do you know Mav and Ice?" Halo asked.
"I was their instructor when they were at Top Gun. I was all the Flyboys instructors, even Merlin's when he finally came through later."
"What were they like?" Yale jumped in.
"Alright, I will answer questions in a bit, however I did promise I would do some teaching before giving out all the good info."
The Daggers were suddenly pin straight in their chairs ready to take in all the information from the lessons then get all the gossip on the Flyboys.
Meanwhile, Maverick was curled up on Ice's side of their bed wrapped up in blankets and one of Ice's old hoodies. He had felt a little bit better then got worse again. Though from what the doctor told him that was to be expected. Once it got better the second time then he would be on the mend.
Maverick barely moved hearing the front door open knowing Merlin had left to go pick up some groceries and would be back shortly.
"Mav?" A familiar voice, though not the one Maverick was expecting spoke softly from the door.
"Ice?" Maverick spoke, his voice rough and weak still.
"Mav I know-"
"Ice," Maverick cut his husband off, "later, right now I don't want to argue right now; I don't feel good and I just want to curl up with you and go back to sleep."
Ice nodded and smiled softly. He set his bags down and changed into a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt before climbing into bed on his side as Maverick had moved back to his own.
"This is much better then the lingering feeling of you left in the bed and your hoodie." Maverick commented softly as he burried his head in the side of Ice's neck.
Ice smiled and softly kissed the top of Maverick's head.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too Ice. So did the kids."
"Oh, the kids have their hands full right now."
"What did you do?" Maverick asked, a tone of curiosity emerging from the rough voice.
"Finally gave in to Viper."
"They are about to have so many stories on us."
"And Viper will finally lay off on throwing a fit that he hasn't met his grand-daggers yet."
"This should make up for it then."
"Bradley texted me earlier that Cyclone was fanboying on a level above his fanboy over me."
"Doesn't surprise me. Seems everyone I know is his hero except me." Maverick laughed softly but it quickly turned in to a cough irratating his throat.
Ice rubbed Maverick's back up and down slowly as the cough faded.
"I think you are one of his heroes after the last mission."
"He will never admit it though."
"Nope." Ice agreed.
"How was London?" Maverick changed the subject realizing they were croaching into the territory he did not want to address yet.
"Oh the usual, politics at it's finest."
"Ofcourse."
"Though I have most certainly dealt with worse ones. Cain the pain wasn't there for this one. Even the upper brass can't stand him, so they have stopped sending him to as much."
"As long as they keep him away from the planes and jets I am fine with that."
"The closest he has problem been to an actual jet in a while is probably when you flew right over him in DarkStar."
"Heard I blew the roof off the building too."
"That you did." Ice rolled his eyes.
Maverick mumbled something else, but it was incohearant.
"Go to sleep Mav, I'll be here when you wake up." Ice assured pulling Maverick closer.
"Alright, now that the lesson is over, time for the good stuff." Viper smirked rubbing his hands together.
The Daggers perked up immedietally ready for the info.
"What were Mav and Ice like at Top Gun?" Harvard asked.
"Oh they hated each other. They were each others only real competition. In fact, even with Maverick missing a few hops he would have won Top Gun in any other class. His and Ice scores are the highest Top Gun has ever had."
"Wait, Mav wasn't Top Gun?" Coyote asked.
"Nope, Ice was. They still argue to this day over who is the better pilot. Both have agreed thought that the trophy is not a determining factor."
Bradley just looked down, knowing exactly why the their points at Top Gun were not a factor to be considered.
"I heard, Ice even chomped at Maverick in the lockeroom after calling him dangerous." Viper added.
"WAIT! Is that where the aprons come from?" Fanboy asked practically bouncing out of his chair.
"Yes, he kept telling Pete he was 'dangerous.' Eventually it became a flirt." Viper rolled his eyes.
"Yea, stuck so much that Slider and I teamed up to make said aprons." Bradley added.
"Did Mav tell you how he introduced Ice to the Daggers?" Bradley asked.
"He did not."
"He invited everyone over for dinner-" Bradley started, but stopped to laugh just thinking about it.
"Then said he was going to 'grab Ice for drinks.'" Phoenix finished.
"Because appearantly we were supposed to expect that Ice meant the Commander of the Pacific fleet not frozen water that goes in drinks." Jake said rolling his eyes.
"That sounds about right for them." Viper nodded. "When they team up they are unstoppable. The Navy tried to separate them as Wingmen a few times hoping to spread the talent, but everytime they did they realized it was more worth it to have the duo together than apart. They are both phenomenal on their own, but together..."
"Yea, we flew against them a few weeks ago..." Fritz said shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh and I bet they were just toying with you all then." Viper smirked.
A chill went through a few Daggers at the thought of ever having to face those two in a situation where it wasn't just playing around.
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Short chapter, but it's been a while and I wanted to give yall something. Thanks for yall's patience, I am a college student and my level of busyness fluctuates. Hope you all enjoyed!
Let me know what yall want to see next! (Don't worry the discussion over the Ice Cold situtation is coming too.)
