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Headcannon! Flambae and Robert ask out each other at the same time! after a mission gone wrong Flambae almost died but is severely wounded

It was a trap.

One of the calls came in, a perfect fit for Flambae, so obviously Robert sent him. He couldn't have known the caller was fake, and part of a bigger organization that traffics supers.

So when Flambae never came back from the mission, Robert was rightfully panicked, and blamed himself for it.

The Z-Team readies themselves to hunt Flambae down, and Malevola portals them to the last known location, a warehouse.

They split up, searching for clues of where they could've taken Flambae. There are obvious scorch marks around the area, and Robert's chest feels tight knowing Flambae had fought here.

They do everything they can, Sonar, Coupé and Phenomaman taking the skies, while everyone else cover the ground. Robert tries to triangulate a location using SDN's information of this organization's previous movements.

There's a few possible spots, and they're determined to hit every single one of them.

At the third spot, there's a plume of smoke coming out from the shipping container, which makes Robert hopeful that Flambae is there.

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Flambae doesn't know why he does it. His body moves on its own before he can really even register what he's doing.

He's never felt this way before—this icy, sinking dread, that split-second of all-encompassing fear. Seeing a gun pointed directly at Robert, a finger hovering over the trigger, moving to shoot.

Flambae didn't think he was the type of person.

The sharp explosion of pain in his chest confuses him. He's disoriented, his mind still trying to catch up with what his body already decided. He looks down to see red, and quickly looks back at Robert to gauge his reaction. He's not hurt, is he? No, the only blood Flambae notices is his own, and the sight of it makes him quite queasy, so he focuses hard on Robert's face instead.

Robert doesn't seem hurt, so then why does he look so pale? Why is his face twisted like he's screaming? Why—

All at once, the adrenaline rushes out of Flambae and his knees go weak, unable to keep him upright. The sting in his chest is unbearable, eating away at his nerves as his vision pulses black.

"—bae."

Flambae sees Robert's lips moving but he can't quite make out the words.

"—ad."

It's so hard to keep his eyes open. It hurts. He's tired. His nerves are shot.

He wants to sleep.

Robert's voice is so heavily muffled like he's speaking underwater miles away. It sounds like sobbing but he can't be sure—after all, he's never seen Robert cry before, and he doubts Robert will start now—not for him.

It's okay, Flambae wants to say, I'm just going to rest my eyes for a bit.

He thinks nothing of it when his eyes finally slide closed.

"—ad."

"Chad!" Robert is screaming as he tries to hold his hands firmly against the bullet wound to slow the bleeding.

"Don't sleep," he's begging, trying to keep Chad's eyes on him. The man's usually bright, fiery amber eyes now look dull and hazy. They keep unfocusing, keep rolling up. Robert can't stop the heavy sobs that wrack through his ribcage, hands uncomfortably warm and slick with blood.

"Chad, please." His whole body is shaking, and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what to do. "Fuck, please. You can't die, you can't fucking do this to me—" The words are stuck in his throat as another sob breaks past his lips. "They're almost here, hang on just a little longer."

Chad is no longer responsive. Hasn't been for the past two minutes. His eyes are barely open, his skin becoming a sickly grey.

He's still bleeding, the wound gushing like his blood is trying to evacuate him. Robert tries with every ounce of his being to stop it.

He can't feel a pulse. Can't hear a breath.

Robert is screaming and screaming until his throat is raw. No response.

Finally the paramedics arrive, rushing to administer first aid. Robert is pushed away and he stands trembling with bloody hands as he watches them try to save Chad.

Please. Robert can't breathe. Please save him.

He's crying, he realizes only when the ambulance has driven away. His lungs are screaming, his throat is tight, and his eyes sting with heat. He's crying as Blonde Blazer takes his arm gently but firmly, and starts flying them towards the hospital.

He's crying as he waits for Chad to come out.

He's not sure if Chad will come out.

He can't fucking breathe.

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