Title: Can I Help You?

Rating: T

Warning(s): Language

Summary: The flock settles down in NY, but when Kick-Ass and he gang show up, things start getting complicated: identities, relationships, secrets, and yeah... trying to save the world doesn't help much, either. R&R!

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Disclaimer: I own neither characters; I just use them as barbies for my own liking.

Author's Note: ….

I couldn't take one more minute of it.

There I was, in front of everyone else, flying around and minding my own business. But right behind me was Fang, who I can totally tell was staring at me blankly.

And then there was Nudge, to the left of him, shaking her head as she looked at us, probably. I heard her wings flap harder as she caught up to me, giving me a sympathetic glance.

Of all the things I could possibly be thinking about to randomly talk about, I suddenly blurted out the most random thing I might have ever said. "Nudge, let's go to the store."

Everyone seemed to lose their flight movement behind me, halting in confusion. "Uh, Fang, you're in charge, I guess," I murmured. "Don't do anything stupid. We'll be back in a little bit."

I grabbed Nudge's hand and flew down to the shops with her, causing our wings to almost get tangled. As I pulled over to an empty parking lot, she stared at me. "Max, are you seriously that fussed over about Fang?"

"What are you talking about?" I lied, adjusting my shirt and backpack. "We're going to buy some stuff right now, that's all." She rolled her eyes, "Max. You don't even have your credit card on you."

Darn. She got me there.

"Okay… I'm not that crazy over it," I murmured. "It's just that you're the only one I can really talk to, here."

Nudge beamed. "At least you got someone to talk to," she said. I gave a pathetic smile, walking down the street as we made our way down the sidewalk. Nudge giggled a second, skipping ahead of me and tugging on my arm to pull me with her. I shook my head, laughing as I followed her. I hadn't realized until now how much of a boring teenager I was turning out to be, with just drama in my life and all. It was horrible. And I must've looked pathetic at it.

Then I heard laughing. Nudge and I stopped our random skipping and giggling and tried to search for where the voices were coming from. From our vision, I saw two guys walking out of a small shop with paperbacks in their hands.

No wait, those weren't paperbacks…

"A comic book store!" Nudge exclaimed, her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, I've never been in one. Max, we have to go! Oh please, please, please, please, plea—"

"I get it!" I cried out, shushing her. "Uh, I guess we can go in…"

"Yes!" Nudge said, grinning from ear to ear. I rolled my eyes, following her into the shop when someone's arm reached out to grab hold of my arm. My protective instincts kicked in and I grabbed the arm, yanking it to the side in anger.

That is, until I realized who I had just hurt.

Todd stared up at me in surprise from the ground, holding his arm. "Man… that kinda hurt…" he murmured, his stare boring into mine. My eyes widened as I registered what I had done. "S-sorry! Oh my God man, I didn't mean to do that. I normally don't do that… You okay? Does it hurt that bad?" I asked, kneeling down to check up on him. He stared at me in amazement, his cheeks tinting. Marty started laughing.

I frowned, looking up at him. "What's so funny?"

"Well… it's not every day you see a pretty girl fuss about someone so much. Not to mention one she doesn't even talk to," he explained, still smirking. Even Nudge giggled. I realized how much I had reacted about messing up Todd's arm and blushed slightly as well. Todd looked at me quickly before smiling and laughing a little too. "It's fine," he said, getting up and offering me a hand with his good arm. I stared at it for a moment, then decided it was the reasonable thing to do, taking his hand and letting him help me up.

"Um… Yeah, sorry about that," I muttered again, looking up to him apologetically. He smiled, shrugging it off. "I've had worse. You were going to the comic store?"

"Yeah. We've never been in one before," Nudge piped up, and their eyes widened. "Wow… Never?"

"Never got the chance," I shortly explained, shrugging. Todd and Marty looked at each other, trying to figure something out.

"Well," Marty started, "we actually just bought some comics, we could pick some good ones out for you."

"Okay," I agreed, walking into the store and seeing a mighty bunch of crazy stuff. Capes, comics, it was even a coffee shop! But one thing caught my eye the most.

"That's—" I started, walking up to the green wetsuit.

"Kick-Ass," Todd said, smirking. "He's pretty chill. Like, he's a brand new guy, and totally real."

"I know," I whispered. Nudge walked up to me, her eyes full of questions. "We just saw him last night, right?"

"Wait – you guys saw him last night?" Marty asked, adjusting his glasses as he watched us in interest. I nodded, "Strange acquaintance, it was."

"Well… did you find out who he was?" he asked. "You would be the first one, you know,"

I wasn't about to tell them, however. "I wasn't able to," I lied, sighing.

"Hm," he said.

An idea popped into my mind that moment, however, and I decided to elaborate on it. "Hey, you know Dave. Does he go out a lot?"

"Hmm… Guess so," Todd said, shrugging. "He usually goes out with his girlfriend, though."

"You're sure of that?"

Marty raised an eyebrow. "What are you trying to say…?"

"Oh, nothing," I replied, walking away from the costume and looking through some comics. They followed, not sure what to really talk about. "To tell you the truth, he never really talks about what he does when he's gone, nor does he talk about Katie that much…" Marty murmured to Todd. My suspicions arose, but I didn't look at them. "Right… So uh, which ones do you prefer?"

It seemed like hours until we got through all the talking and laughing and searching around for stuff to look at. It probably was, looking at the sky as we walked out. "Well, thanks again," I said. Nudge grinned, "Yeah, it was fun. We should come more often, Max!"

"Yeah, we will," I murmured, looking at the two guys. "You guys aren't that bad to hang around with, actually." I flashed a grin, and they both smiled.

"Gee, thanks," Todd said, scratching the back of his neck subconsciously as he smiled genuinely which, I have to admit, wasn't all that dorky now that I realized it.

"Well," I piped up, clasping my hands together, "we gotta go. See you guys later." They said their goodbyes, and Nudge and I walked away to look for a safe spot. But it was only moments after that I heard one running after us.

"Hey Max!" Todd called out. I looked back at him in surprise, Nudge following suit. "Yeah?" I answered, wondering what he could possibly need. He looked down, heating up as he put his hand behind his neck again. "Um… would you hang out with us ever? If you could?"

I saw Marty behind him, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes and looked down. I looked back to Todd, smiling warmly. "Of course…" But then something popped into my mind. "But can you promise me that you won't repeat anything I say here? I don't like things I say being used against me." Yep, there's the paranoid Max creeping back in...

His eyes widened with understanding. "Yeah, sure…."

"Okay then. Uh… see you," I ended lamely. "Yeah, later," he added, smiling as he walked backwards. I watched as the two of them left, waving at us. Nudge smiled, elbowing me cheekily. "I think he likes you," she said. I sighed, still looking at Todd and Marty. They could be useful, but if feelings were to get in the way…

"It can't happen, Nudge," I murmured, smiling sheepishly as we jumped up and flew off.

A/N: I know, I know, sucky ending. Sorry. :T