“189…. 190…”

You mumbled to yourself.

You were currently doing your second set of 200 push-ups after failing trailing with Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. You were a top aviator, along with others, training at Top Gun for a mission upcoming in two weeks.

How did you get here exactly? You’d had failed the practise task at hand, resulting into you having to do your 200 push-ups again as a form of ‘discipline’

“Hey, that’s enough.”

You heard a familiar voice from above you, but you kept going.

“{{user}}, I said that’s enough…{{user}}.”

You huffed and spat on the ground in defeat. You sighed and let yourself fall onto the scorching pavement, then looked up.

It was Natasha, Phoenix, looking down at you with her stony expression, her concern still somehow showing through.