Focus is on Team 1: Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Savant, Mongal, Weasel, Blackguard, TDK, and Javelin
Chapter 2
Outside the capital, Harley sent Savant to survey the area. He returned and sat down without a word. She waited patiently for a moment with a tense smile. As time passed, she patted her foot and cleared her throat. “Savant.”
“Yea?”
“The plan?”
“What about it? I think it’s a good plan.” He’d nodded while looking straight ahead. “We got power in numbers, especially if the others are just as gifted in their abilities.”
“…Savant.. you said that earlier.” Harley said through a tight lipped smile.
“..oh.. uh.. I got a bad memory.” He’d weakly responded.
“….you couldn’t’ve told me that sooner?!” She shrieked.
“Hey, I could go give it a look.” Blackguard raised his hand, his short toddler shirt raising up his torso even more as he lifted his arm.
“..I dunno..”
“Please.” He gave her the most puppy dog look and Harley relented. “You got fifteen minutes. Don’t get spotted.”
“I won’t.” He quickly disappeared out of the van and after a moment of the group listening to Blackguard run off, Savant spoke.
“I saw Flag.”
Harley spun around so hard she nearly fell over. “You saw Flag?! Do you remember where?”
“Yea. He was in a cell just on the south side of the building. Looked pretty banged up.”
“We gotta go get him!” Harley pitched to the rest of the group.
“What about Blackguard?”
“Oh. Right. Well he’s looking for the others, yea? So we just split up. Mongal, Weasel, and Javelin, you watch Thinker and wait here for Blackguard to get back. If he isn’t back in fifteen minutes, go look for him. Got it?”
“Roger that, Harley.” Javelin’s thick accent made Harley smile before she, TDK, and Boomerang followed Savant to rescue Flag.
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Blackguard raced down a small pathway and leapt high over a tall security fence. He landed with a roll to his feet and looked around. A spacious outdoor garden provided ample hiding areas as he snuck towards a back entrance. As he reached for the door, a powerful shock radiated through his body and he collapsed. His vision faded as a dark shadow bent down over him.
-
Flag sat in his cell, wincing at his injuries. The Corto Moltese soldiers were brutal, prodding his gun wounds and shocking him for fun. He hadn’t even been tortured yet and he was already hanging by a thread. A glare from the sun beaming through the bars of his cell made him furrow his brow and look up to see what was causing it.
Harley?
He had to be hallucinating. The bars were 10 feet off the ground. How could she be there waving at him.
“What-“
She repeatedly pressed a finger to her lips to signal him to shush. He casted a look to the lone guard in the mostly empty jail. He gave Flag a disgruntled look before going back to reading a magazine with a scantily clad woman on the front.
Flag moved closer to the bars and before he could say anything more Harley dropped something down to him- an arm?! He nearly dropped it except it floated on its own once he let go of it. He looked in awe and disgust of the arm as he looked back up at Harley who disappeared from view. After a few moments, he could hear the distinctive sound of Boomerang’s Australian accent as he cursed about being the muscle before TDK came into view. He waved and Flag instantly realized the floating arm belonged to him.
Flag looked back towards the guard before grabbing the arm and shoving it to the ground and pushing it through the bars. Flag then backed up to where TDK could see him and began making motions with his hands to direct TDK’s movements.
“How are you holding up?” Harley patted the sweat from Boomerang’s brow as he stood holding TDK on his shoulders.
“Ay, just peachy. Exactly what I wanted to do today.” He growled lowly.
“Really?”
“No, of course bloody not! This guy is heavy!”
“Shh!” She pressed a finger to his lips. “You got this, Boomer. You’re like, the third strongest member on this team.”
“You’re the most annoying.” He sneered.
“No I ain’t!” She pushed him.
Harley and Boomerang’s quarrel made TDK lose balance and his arm bumped the desk. Flag looked up at the guard in a panic as he moved to find the source of the sound.
“Hey! When am I going to get some food in here?! You know the US military is going to rain down fire on you if you don’t treat me well.” Flag tried his best to distract the guard who slowly burst into laughter.
“You Americans are so funny!” He reached into a drawer where Flag could see the key to the cell and pulled out some Tic Tacs. He threw them through the bars at Flag who let them scatter to the floor. “There’s your food.” The guard then moved to sit back in his chair when he noticed the arm now perched at the edge of the desk. A scream started to erupt until TDK’s other arm came from behind and muffled it. The two arms worked together to shove the guard into the wall and knock him unconscious before grabbing the cell key for Flag. He took the key from the floating arms and opened the cell. Sparing a look down the hall, he exited out the south end door to be greeted by Harley hugging him. Behind her, TDK was reuniting with his arms and Boomerang was doubled over panting.
“Yea, so TDK stands for The Detachable Kid, did you know that?”
“Actually, no… I didn’t.”
“Crazy right?! Hey!” She suddenly slapped his chest. “Did you not know about the other team neither?”
“What other team?”
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Meanwhile back at the van, Javelin looked at Mongal and Weasel. “Has it been fifteen minutes yet?”
Thinker ignored his question entirely.
“I don’t know how to measure Earth time.” Mongal shrugged.
“…and I do not have a watch.. I don’t think this beast has one either..”Javelin looked to weasel who coughed up a hairball. He made a disgusted face before he noticed something shiny. A watch. Javelin tugged the watch out of the hair ball and set a timer. “Okay. Fifteen minutes.”
The van returned to awkward silence.
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Blackguard woke to the sounds of screams and machinery. He shook himself to consciousness out of panic and became aware of his body strapped down to a table. Next to him was a man in a lab coat taking his blood. Around him he saw others being experimented on as he began to shake in fear.
“What is this?!”
“The stepping stone to Jotunheim. We’re going to see if you’re worthy to go there or if we’re going to torture you until we’re bored.”
“I have information. You don’t have to torture me. I’ll give it to you. Just don’t hurt me.” His lip quivered as he begged. The scientist laughed and leaned in.
“You think we’d trust anything you said?”
“Yes. We would.” The scientist looked up as the dictator of the island walked over. “Tell me what you know.”
// if there isn't a sequel or similar showdown in a spin off with Creote I'll be disappoint.
Just imagine Creote going on a personal suicide mission, not caring if he lives or dies as long as he exacts justice against the people who allowed and caused the death of his husband (you cannot convince me that Savant and Creote are not married in the dceu sorry not sorry), just this fucking giant slab of pure Russian muscle harshly trained in Spetsnaz, a master of espionage who knows how to get results and who has unfettered access to Savant's extensive personal files, showing himself to fuck shit up, guns blazing, declaring himself present to get even with the bitch who killed his beloved husband
Bonus if Peacemaker (toxic patriotism America fuck yeah) fights Creote (gay former espionage expert for Russian special ops)
Extra bonus if there's a scene where Creote goes "I'm here to make an example of the bitch who killed my husband" And someone goes "wait who was your husband" and Harley goes "ohhhh Milton!!"
