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Peacemaker… what a joke
As far as last words go, Flag thought listening to the stuttered beating of his heart slow, they weren’t the worst. Harley might’ve appreciated the irony.
It was a shit way to die though, with a fucking piece of bathroom tile sticking out of his chest and blood rushing up his throat to drown him. When his vision started to blur into blackness and his torn heart finally gave up, Rick Flag could only think one thing.
I really hope Waller doesn’t find me this time.
Because this was not the first time Rick Flag had died, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
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Colonel Rick Flag was not the grandson of a World War II veteran from where he got his name. He was a World War II veteran.
The first time he died, he’d been killed by a mortar shell blowing up his unit's shelter. Not that he’d realized he actually died at the time, when he woke up several hours later covered in rubble. Knocked unconscious by the blast and lucky, he’d rationalized to himself.
But two months and several sketchy calls later, when he'd taken a sniper shot to the head and woken up to the faces of two very shocked German soldiers, Flag came to the understanding that there was in fact something different about him. And that difference was, of course, he couldn’t fucking die.
He’d spooked the hell outta command when he waltzed back into camp straight up to the officer in charge of writing death notifications and told him that his name needed to be taken off the list please and thank you.
The higher ups didn’t know what to do with a metahuman that couldn't die at first, but they figured it out eventually.
And Rick Flag and death became close friends real quick after that.
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Flag woke up, because of course he did, still in the ruined remains of Jotunheim. Small blessings he supposed as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down at his chest. The tile shard had worked its way out his heart and now lay on his stomach. Flag picked it up, his blood was dry.
Stumbling to his feet, Flag started searching for an exit. When he finally crawled up out of the ruins, the sun was just starting to lower in the sky. Flag scanned his surroundings and he let out a sigh.
There was a chopper parked in what used to be the parking lot and he just knew who would be waiting for him when he got to it.
He wasn’t wrong.
Waller looked like shit, and he told her as much when he walked up the ramp.
“Bloodsport, Quinn, Nanaue, and Ratcatcher II completed the mission.” she told him, begrudgingly, and Flag couldn’t keep the grin off his face that Peacemaker’s name wasn’t on that list.
“Killed the damn thing too, didn't they,” Flag remarked, already knowing the answer. Waller just glared.
The chopper started up and Flag sat down.
“You ever try to betray me like that again, Flag and I’ll throw your ass in a cell too.”
Flag leaned his head back against the cool metal of the chopper, “Yes ma’am”.
He wasn’t surprised when he heard the tell tale sound of a gun being cocked. He was less surprised when Waller shot him in the head.
She didn’t fuck around when it came to consequences, and Colonel Rick Flag greeted death once again.