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: Gosh, guys, sorry for the LATE, late update. Imma have to make this up somehow. But I'm getting a few chapters done now that I have time. Again, sorry. Hope you enjoy. ^-^'

"So is he cute?"

Mindy choked on her chocolate milk in surprise. Marcus sat across from her reading the paper, an eyebrow raised, a smirk on his face. "…What's it to you?" she muttered, color lightly splashing her cheeks.

"I wasn't the one who kept bringing him up. And it means a lot to me – I mean, I would like to know the type of person you're getting close with," he said, glancing back at the text in front of him.

"Well it's not like I like him or anything," she huffed, rolling her eyes. Marcus smirked again, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't," she confirmed, leaning forward. "He's just some kid, I don't know. I just have to sit next to him in class. If I had it my way, I'd much rather just be sitting alone here, homeschooled like before, but noo—"

"Mindy."

The pig-tailed girl looked back to him. His face no longer had a smirk. "Look, I know you're not exactly enjoying the public school thing, but what else can I do? I can't let you stay home; I don't have the same security as your father did—And yes," he continued, cutting off her argument, "I know that you're a strong, independent girl, but I'm not going to risk anything. I'm a cop. People know where I live. People know who I worked with." He looked at her confused face.

"Some people just know every god damn thing there is to know about me. So it wouldn't be a surprise if they knew about you, too. You need to stay safe." He got up, grabbing his coffee and jacket. "Gotta go. My night shift starts right now. You hurry and get to bed soon."

"Marcus…"

The man turned to her from the doorway, waiting for her to speak. She looked down. "You… you be safe too, okay?" she murmured, crossing her arms over the table. He sighed, smiling. "Sure. Goodnight, Mindy."

"G'night."

"How does Angel get so popular easily?" Nudge asked, frowning as she looked on. I stretched my legs out, leaning my elbow on the table. How does Fang get so popular easily? I wondered wryly, looking towards his direction. Currently he sat with that bimbo Katie, and her boyfriend Fishy, just a table down from us. Todd and Marty were talking to Iggy about comics – lucky for him, it was entertaining just hearing the stories in them.

Todd glanced at me and I looked away quickly. Monday night kept replaying in my mind. Nudge's words crept me out. How does a guy find me attractive?

Sure, we can look at all the things I've accomplished:

(1) Successfully raising 5 other kids for more than just a few years now. Not to mention I was the same age as some of them, and had practically no parental guidance before to help me out. You go, Momma Max.

(2) Being able to lie to everyone I've met and get away with it in the end.

(3)… Heck, just being able to creep past the world without it even knowing I was there, sometimes.

(4) Escaping a laboratory countless times. And helping other people escape too. Aw, yeah.

(5) Flying. I guess that's an accomplishment, too; I don't know anyone else that can do it, anyway.

Yes, I know – I'm amazing. I'm sneaky, motherly, and amazing. Those are just a snippet of things I've been able to accomplish. And just look at how much typical high school guy thinks I've accomplished in my life:

(1) Squat.

Don't get me wrong – it's not like I want these people to know my personal life. It might injure their ways of thinking. And that concerns me.

I'm a very empathetic person, as you can tell.

"Even Gazzy's got a new friend!" Nudge complained, making me turn my attention to him. I almost forgot the girl – what was her name again? Oh yeah, Mindy – who was spending quite a lot of time with him. I didn't know whether or not to like it, but hey – if she gives him information, it could help out.

That was another thing. It was Thursday already, we had gotten nowhere. I tapped my fingernails on the table as I turned to the guys. Comics were still the topic of conversation. Rolling my eyes with a smile, I turned to the other table to see what they were talking about.

The surprise was that my eyes hit Dave's already looking at me. I blinked, furrowing my brows as he looked away quickly. Was he going to ask me something or what? Sighing, I looked at the clock in the cafeteria – lunch was about to end. "Hey Adam," I started, Iggy turning up to me, "bell's gonna ring in a sec. Want to head over—"

Out of nowhere, a carton of milk along with some salad smacked against the table, resulting in a mess – on me.

"What the—What is this?" I yelled, the stain spreading on my shirt. My only shirt. I clenched my fists and spun around to the direction it came from. I shouldn't have cared, it wasn't like it went in my eyes or wings or anything important. But this was an article of clothing; I don't get much of it.

"Who just threw that?" I asked sternly, glaring at the table of jocks. All lifted their hands in defense, laughing, except for one. "Max, just leave it alone," Nudge wined silently, tugging my shirt. "Well?" I asked, a little louder, narrowing my eyes.

The lead guy smiled, walking towards me. He grabbed my hand and massaged the back of it. "Heh, sorry about that, honey. That was meant to be for the dicks behind you," he explained, tilting his head towards them. Todd and Marty stood up about to protest, but I cut them off with an "Excuse me?" Again the jock just smiled. "You must be new here. Again, I'm sorry for the introduction. What's your name?" My jaw clenched and I snatched my hand back from his, leaning away.

"Is something wrong here?" he asked, laughing. "Yeah, there kind of is," I said, sizing him up. "You're being a douche to my friends." His smile turned to a confused one, looking from me to them back to me. Only then did it hit me the big room had little noise going on now. "You've got to be kidding… You? Friends with them? Look, cutie, I don't see what they got. You can be so much better without them," he said, flashing a grin. He walked closer towards me, and I noticed Fang stand from my peripheral vision. "You could hang out with us, if you'd like," he murmured, taking my hand again, "and know what real fun is."

Another thing the typical high school boy doesn't know I've accomplished: being able to pack a punch. The bell rang as he stumbled back, letting go of my hand as he looked at me wildly. "The fuck?" he yelled, raising his arms up to his sides. Nobody seemed to be leaving, as they stood there shocked.

"Didn't you hear me the first time? You're. A. Douche," I sounded out, opening my arms to him. "Aww, what's the matter? Aren't you going to fight back? Or was that a really bad boo-boo?" I asked in a little kid voice as he narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I'm not afraid to hit a girl. If you want to get down—"

"Woah, woah, woah, back the fuck off," Iggy said, walking in front of me with a hand raised. He turned to me in shock. "What are you doing? Stop this already!" he muttered under his breath. I frowned; what was I doing? What happened to being under the radar…?

Not like it mattered. The feeling I was getting from this, it was exciting.

"Oh hell no," I heard the jock say in front of me, "she started this, I'm not letting her end it." He stood tall, cracking his knuckles. Iggy's eyebrows raised. "You sure?" he asked, looking at him in disbelief. The nod was distinct. I gave a satisfied smirk, and Iggy raised his hands before backing off. "Have fun," he said, sitting back down. I looked behind me: Fang sat calmly, arms folded; Iggy leaned an elbow on the table; Nudge sighed, shaking her head and crossing her legs as she looked at me with a little smile. Gazzy nudged Mindy, and they stood by the doorway watching from afar.

"You guys might want to watch this," I heard Angel say to my left. She sipped on the juice she had, a grin on her face as she leaned against the wall. "Max never loses a fight."

"Got that right, kiddo," I smirked, cracking my knuckles. "You wanna tango? Fine. Let's tango."