Title: Heroes and Superheroes
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: AU. The flock settles down in NY, but Kick-Ass and the gang bring up conflicts when going against the big boys for once – Itex.
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Disclaimer: I own neither characters; I just use them as barbies for my own liking.
Author's Note: This chapter has a little more K-A in it, I guess. By the way, the way it's set is that the characters from Kick-Ass are the same age as the movie when it ended, but Dave and Mindy never quit their whole "hero" agenda. (: Onto the story!
Midnight already and I'm still running errands, Dave thought bitterly.
It all started with a lame phone call from Mindy. He should've known better that the 11 year old was good with acting, seeing as she fooled him that a man was planning to kill a woman near Food 4 Less. Nonetheless, he found out too late that all she intended on him really doing for the night was to get some groceries for her.
That wasn't the problem though; the real problem was the suit.
He leaned slightly over the cart, hoping that no one would notice the sea-green and yellow wet-suited "hero". At least it saves me from seeing the awkward stares, he reminded himself. Sighing, he hesitantly reached above him to get a canister of chocolate powder for the hot cocoa that Mindy usually made. A child was reaching up for the chocolate powder as well, but alas, it was too high. Dave swiftly grabbed another one and was about to hand it to him, but his mother pulled him by the arm, jerking the little one away from the 17 year old. Dave saw the mom give him a glance before shaking her head in disapproval.
Oh, so I'm a creeper now? Is that the news going about since a little girl saved my ass? he wondered, furrowing his brow. Deciding that he had enough groceries for Mindy to last about a week, the grown teenager walked to the checkout line, grabbing a gum pack on the way. As he paid for the items bought, he heard a loud thud outside of the store, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Is something funny about 52 dollars and 87 cents?" the girl in front of him asked monotonously, looking him up and down dully.
"Nah," he said, giving her the money. "Just realized I had something coming up for me, I guess."
Mindy ran from the computer again to check up on stats. Dave was still at Food 4 Less, but it couldn't be taking that long to get some stupid groceries. She sighed, checking the time: 12:43 am. She stared at the signal responding to the spot the Kick-Ass suit was at, almost willing him to hurry the hell up and get back to the safe house. And of all the days the dumbass decides to not bring his cell phone… Mindy frowned, casually walking back to the computer screen as she looked at the files just opened.
Top secret, eh? You would think they took a little better care with their stuff, she supposed, scrolling around the screen. Hacking wasn't hard for her; no, her daddy taught her how to be an advanced professional at it.
Daddy… The term seemed foreign to her now. She couldn't understand it anymore, it tasting now flavorless to her. She knew it was the same for Dave – he understood what it was like to be a father when seeing one die helping his only child bravely. But that version died in the room with the body, and he wouldn't speak of it afterwards to anyone, especially to her. Mindy's face became impassive even as she was in the room alone. It was out of habit, she guessed, focusing more on the text shown in front of her.
Itex.
Where…What was that term used in? I've seen it before, she thought, raising an eyebrow. She looked at the staff members of a building working undercover for Itex and froze, hand in mid-click on the mouse pad.
D'Amico, Frank. Deceased, aged 42. Spouse: N/A; Offspring: D'Amico, Chris (Age 17)…
Frank D'Amico. Frank. D'Amico.
And she thought she'd never see that name again! Mindy's jaw dropped slightly as the profile stared back at her blankly. Frank D'Amico had been working for this? That shit fiddled with this shit?
Then she saw a "banned" article about another thing Itex specialized in besides working with America's most wanted. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh man," she said aloud. "Oh man, I got to show this to Lizewski."
"Good one, Gazzy," Nudge muttered, kicking the dumpster. We landed in the middle of an alleyway, and what do you know; Gazzy decides to dumpster dive for the fresh start in this town. He popped out, grinning wildly. "Hey! You can't blame a kid for having fun… and finding some gru-ub," he finished in a sing-songy voice, showing us a box of popcorn.
Angel gasped, "I haven't had popcorn in years! Wow, Gaz!" She quickly ran towards him, snatching the box from his hands and opening it to smell the aroma slightly, if she could. It was probably stale, but whatever. It's still food, and we needed all we could get.
"Woah now, what is that kid doing in the garbage?" a voice asked aloud, and Gazzy instantly jumped out of the mucho-enlarged trashcan. I snapped my finger behind me softly, indicating a cover-up needed to be thought of. Gazzy noticed. "I found it, guys!" he said, showing us his empty hand. "Ah, thanks, Kyle, really needed those back," Iggy said, swiftly pulling his sunglasses from his pocket, to the hand, to the front of his shirt as he hung it on. Gazzy nodded, but you could see his other thought clearly written on his face: Kyle? Really now?
Angel shrugged, but instantly jumped to Fang's side as the person came closer. I turned to face the newcomer, but boy did I come in for a treat.
"Dude… What the crap?" I asked, looking the guy up and down. Didn't realize wetsuits were in this season. What the hell is this dumbass doing? Going to an underwater convention or something?
He stared at us in suspicion, and we stared back awkwardly. "…Can I help you?" I asked shadily, and he raised an eyebrow from under his mask. "Uh… I was just wondering what was going on here. I heard a loud noise from inside the store and—"
"Dude, I would rather die than go into a supermarket in that," Fang said shortly. I suppressed the snort coming out of me, agreeing. The kid, well, about as old as me, I'm guessing, looked around away from us in embarrassment. "Look, we're fine, alright? We'd warn you if we needed help," I said sarcastically. Iggy smirked, Like that's gonna happen. "C'mon guys, let's jam," I said aloud, waving everyone out.
As I followed them through the alleyway, the guy called out to me. "Hey you—"
"The name's not you, dumbass," I cut off, still walking away. I felt his arm tug on my shoulder and I growled slightly. Don't beat his ass, don't beat his ass—
"Then what is it?" he murmured. I shoved him away hard, and he fell backwards onto the wet gravel. "Max. Just Max," I answered, and he looked up at me in surprise. But there was no need to talk to the dude anymore. "See you around, Fishy," I ended, walking out as he stared at me with a mixture of shock and confusion.