Note: So! I have been really busy recently which has resulted in no new chapters in *counts on fingers* like 4 months ! WTF! : (! Also, I'm planning to do a sequel whenever I finish this story. I already have an awesome super villain sidekick planned and everything! But anyway, on with the chapter. Characters from Kick-Ass belong to Mark Miller. I got the Kick-Ass DVD for my birthday today! HUZZAH!

Everyday Superhero

1 WEEK LATER

"Oh Davey." I poked his arm from across the booth that we were sitting in at Atomic Comics. Dave, as usual, was sitting next to Katie. To tell the truth, I am so shocked that Katie hasn't found out that he isn't gay yet! I was sitting next to Erica and Todd and Marty had chairs pulled up to the end of the table.

"Yeah Izzy?" Dave looked up from his Spider-man comic.

"Are we still doing movie night later?" I smiled at him. I didn't really mean movie night of course; I was really asking if we were going to go patrolling later. I had been going pretty much by myself for the past week, and I wanted Dave to go with me tonight.

"Sorry, Izzy. Can't do it tonight." Dave smiled sadly at me.

The smile slid from my face.

"Oh I'm sorry Izzy. If I knew you and Dave had cousinly bonding plans I wouldn't have invited him to sleep over!" Katie told me apologetically. She is honestly one of the most sincere people I have ever met, I'm so lucky to have her as a friend.

"It's alright Katie." I shrugged. "I'll just chill out and watch TV tonight. It's all good." I picked up my coffee and took a sip.

"Why don't you call Chris? " Erica asked me innocently. I gulped and started coughing; the coffee went down the wrong pipe.

"Erica!" I growled at her. "Shut. UP!"

"D'Amico?" Dave asked.

"Yes." I answered, pointing a finger in his face. "Not a word David. Not a fucking word."

"Why don't you go to the movies with me instead?" Todd smiled at me.

I panicked in my head, I had never meant movies! "I am actually starting to feel kind of sick. Sorry Toddie, maybe next week."

He smiled sadly at me.

"Well…I'm gonna go…skim through some comics, alright?" I stood up and walked over to the shelf where they kept the 'Scott Pilgrim' comics. I picked the first one up and started flipping through. I used to have them all, but I guess I lost them somewhere along the way. All of a sudden I jolted forward when someone bumped into me from behind.

"UGH!" I grunted as I hit the shelf. I looked over at the table where my friends sat and saw them all staring at me, then quickly look away; Marty even got up and sort of ran for the door. I turned around slowly and let out a sigh of relief. "Oh! Hey Chris." I started to smile then internally smacked myself. I completely forgot that I wasn't supposed to talk to him!

"Bad Izzy! Very BAD Izzy!" My mind screamed at me.

"So, how have you been?" I asked scratching my head awkwardly.

"I've been good. And yourself?" Chris responded in a rather dull voice. I raised an eyebrow.

"I've been…ok I guess." I shrugged then turned back around and grabbed my comics.

"You want me to buy those for you?" He asked me with a smirk.

"Nah dude. I got this!" I pulled 30 dollars out of my pocket. My phone went off in my pocket. "Un momento Senor!" I mumbled putting my comics back down. The text message was only four words but it was enough to scare me straight.

"You are being watched." Was what the entire message read. I shoved my phone back in my pocket, picked up my comics and walked up to the counter. I didn't realize till I got there that Chris was right behind me. He leaned against the counter.

"So…you wanna come over? We should talk." He told me seriously.

Sometimes you get allergy attacks at bad times, THIS was the perfect time. I started sneezing up a storm, I wasn't even faking. I paid for my comics and turned to him, still sneezing. "Sorry Chris, but…I'm kind of a mess right now." Dave walked up behind me.

"Ready to go?" He questioned me, staring down Chris.

"Yeah. Let's go. Bye Chris." I smiled sadly as Dave and I walked towards the door.

"Don't even say it Dave." I snapped as soon as we were outside. We walked home in silence.

8:00 PM

I woke up from the best nap in the history of my life it felt like. The reason I woke up was right in front of me. I jumped backwards on my bed and smacked my head on a wall. "Shit…you scared the fuck out of me!" I hissed.

"Sorry…about that…Firecracker." Big Daddy said stepping out from behind my door and standing next to Hit Girl on the right side of my bed.

"Yeah, but not really." Hit Girl smirked. "Did you get my text?" She questioned me.

For some reason, I immediately thought of 'A Very Potter Sequel' and Umbridge harassing Dumbledore with texts. I had to stifle a giggle, but I snorted loudly then pulled a serious face, while inside I was dying of laughter. "Yes I got your text. I thought you threw away my number?" I said calmly.

"It was…already in our…contacts." Big Daddy told me.

"Ah…I see. So why are you guys here exactly?" I asked, getting out of my bed and stretching my arms over my head.

"Where's Kick-Ass?" Hit Girl asked me, peering into the hallway.

"Sleepover with his best girlfriend." I snorted. "Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Get changed. We have work to do." Hit Girl smiled widely at me.

"Or rather…we have work…for you…to do." Big Daddy finished.

"What do I get out of it?" I walked over to my closet and pulled out the box with my costume in it, I had modified it since I had last worn it. I pulled it out of the box. It was now just a plain red corset top, red leather pants, and a red wig with a streak of black in the front. The mask was still just a piece of black fabric, I would have to fix that.

"Well…you can keep your fingers." Hit Girl said with a crazy little grin. I walked past her and into the bathroom next door.

"All right! All right!" I groaned as I changed. I walked out 5 minutes later. "Fine. Let's go!" I snapped angrily, actually holding in excitement. We all climbed out my window and into the darkness of the outside.

"So…what do I have to do?" I asked raising an eyebrow. We were standing in an abandoned alley.

"Well, we have it on good authority that someone has a hit put out on Steve Angelo." Hit Girl told me in a bored voice.

"Oh really? What authority?" I asked getting even more curious.

"None of your business." She growled back at me.

"Now, now Hit Girl!" Big Daddy scolded her in his calm voice. "Firecracker…does it really matter? Someone's life…depends on it."

"Lemme guess! The hit was put out by Frank D'Amico?" I looked at both of them, already knowing the answer.

"She's smarter than she looks." Hit Girl smirked.

"Yes…it was." Big Daddy nodded.

"Lovely." I rolled my eyes. "Um…do you guys have any weapons I can borrow?" I was embarrassed that I had left the knives I bought back at the house.

Hit Girl rolled her eyes, and Big Daddy whispered something to her.

"Fine!" She yelled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out about 3 knives.

"That's all?" I asked sarcastically.

"Take it or leave it." She said impatiently.

I took the knives from her hand. There was a clatter from around the corner.

"Showtime." Big Daddy said as I turned towards the noise.

"What?" My voice was all shaky as I turned back around and saw the two of them already running down the alley away from me.

"Fucking gravy. Just fucking fabulous!" I muttered to myself. I took in a deep breath and walked around the corner to see a sight almost like the one on the first night me and Kick-Ass went on patrol. "Hey, fuckers!" I yelled. One of them stopped.

"Hey check this chick out." I heard him mumble to his companions. "You lost little girl?" He asked in a way that made my blood run cold.

I pulled out a knife. "No, not lost. Found just what I was looking for." I pulled my best psychotic grin and charged at them.

NOTE: This chapter was intended to be released WAY earlier and also WAY longer than this! But my dumbass laptop shut down in the middle of me typing it! I had like a whole thing going on and UGH! I guess that will all be next chapter! So stay tuned babes!

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