𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

❝𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧❞









































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They were back to training on Monday.

The Archer had missed it. Being around her friends, being back in her F/A-18 again.

Today, they were practicing their maneuvers, in a dogfight. Against their closest friends. Completely solo.

Of course, Hangman had chosen her to fight against, before she could choose Rooster. Jake and Faith could get along somehow, but Hangman and the Archer?

Nope.

She hated Hangman's guts. And he loved to push her buttons.

They were first to go up against each other, glaring daggers at each other the entire way down the tarmac through their aviators.

Also, loser had to do 200 push-ups.

As the Archer was checking her plane, she could hear two pairs of footsteps moving towards her. Rooster and Phoenix.

"You kick his ass, you got that, Arch?" Phoenix points a stern finger to Archer, brows raising in confidence.

Archer sends a quick wink and smile to Phoenix, before she looks to Rooster staring at her through his aviators.

Did she forget to mention there had been something brewing in her mind for him, since the carnival?

Bradley gives her a hand as she steps up the ladder to get up into her plane. Faith takes his hand, ignoring the sparks of his electric touch, pauses on the final step, looking down at him. He looks into her eyes, both of their aviators removed. She squeezes his hand with a firm grip, nodding at him, illustrating her determination to take down Hangman, but the confidence smirk on her face said enough.

Bradley nods back to her, his usual smirk replacing the soft smile, hearing the Admiral yell for him to get off the tarmac before he's run over by an F/A-18.

Archer gets into her plane, helmet and mask perfectly fitting, she signals for her team that everything's alright, before shifting her attention back to taking the plane off before Hangman.





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Up in the air, completely solo, was amazing. Not another life to save except yours. Not that much of a burden on your head if you're the only dying, right? It was also terrifying. At any moment, the plane could get bird strikes, or an engine or two could fail, or the ejector handle just wouldn't work.

Archer could not help but think what it would be like to be with him in the air. Flying together, side by side, coming back home, side by side.

Archer was not that high up yet, barely rising at 600 feet. The hard deck was 5,000 feet today, and boy, did that get Faith excited.

She could see Hangman, way up into the sky, nearly at a height of 4,500 feet. She decided to give him a little bit of a scare.

Smirk on her face, pulling the yoke ever towards herself, she climbs the altitude at incredible speed, heading straight for Hangman's plane, trying her best to ignore the heavy pressure on her chest.

"On your left, Bagman." She swerves her plane up by his left side, making him turn to the right in panic.

"Holy shit!" Hangman's loud voice echoes through her ears as she chuckles in the delight of scaring him.

"What was that, two hundred push-ups, Hangman?" Archer inverts her plane up over his, their canopies barely two feet away from touching.

"Oh, you're on, Archer, you are on." Hangman's Texan accent comes out just a tad bit, and Archer finds herself grinning, practically oozing with confidence as she pushes the yoke away from her body now, moving down towards the ground at high speed. She sees him follow her, immediately descending his plane to capture missile lock on her.

A few minutes of tossing and maneuvers go by, and Hangman finds himself ahead of Archer, with her on his tail. He's panicking, and he knows Archer can sense it. She was a sweet woman, but a damn rough pilot who was reckless enough to prove it.

Archer yawns into her mask, letting him hear her bored-ness of just following him around and around. Deciding to let him take a chance at tailing her, she pushes the yoke forward, climbing g's at great speed, and placing her plane before his.

"Come and catch me now, Hangman, I've literally given you a head start." Archer grabs the yolk with a tight grasp, ready for him to start attacking.

"You asked for it, Arch." Hangman shakes his head to the right, confident smirk on his face, ready to begin his attack.

But he couldn't. Because in the matter of literally three seconds, Archer had created a distance of nearly 20 feet ahead of his plane, before ascending with a sharp yank of her yoke into the sky.

Hangman catches up to her, though, and she knew he would.

He desperately tries to get a missile lock on her, but she knife-edges the plane, shifting between the opposite sides every five seconds, not ready to give him what he wants.

Descending her plane to fly under Hangman, Archer falls under the belly of his plane, letting him make the mistake of flying ahead of her, and giving her enough distance and time to pull her plane up right behind his, effectively getting missile lock on his plane.

"Damn it!" Archer hears Hangman exclaim in defeat, yanking his oxygen mask off in frustration.

"You're out, Bagman. That's two hundred push-ups for you, darlin'." Archer looks over to her right to see Hangman shake his head in disbelief and laughter, shaking her own in victory and his defeat.

Back on the hot, sun-lit tarmac, Faith stands with her hands on her hips, and a large grin on her face as she counts Hangman's push-ups, making sure he completes his own challenge without cheating.

As Faith was descending through the air, she had asked Natasha to grab her phone and bring it to the tarmac. She had wanted to take pictures of Jake doing his push-ups, which Natasha whole-heartedly laughed at, before joining into the selfies. The two girls were making silly faces, and counting down Jake's push-ups as his hands shook even more with the next.

Natasha's favorite picture was the one where the two girls were blowing kisses at the camera, and Jake's hands were visibly shaking, scowl on his face at the two women.

"I hate you two." Jake strains out, going down for another push-up.

"One seventy-nine, down, boy." Phoenix snaps at him, ushering him to do another push-up as the two girls change their backgrounds, now Faith's F/A-18, focusing on taking multiple pictures of themselves.





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author's note:

I KNOW IT'S NOT THAT MUCH OF A CHAPTER, JUST A FILLER, BUT IT'S ALL I CAN GIVE YOU RIGHT NOW Y'ALL, I APOLOGIZE.

thank you so much for choosing to read THE ARCHER, bradley and faith are my babies!!!

i'm warning y'all, another chapter won't be up until mid march.

please do tell how you like the book until right now right here!

i love you guys to the moon and saturn!!

destiny <3.