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: ._. quack.

School seems to go by so slowly when she's not here, Dave thought. He tapped his pencil in annoyance as Nick and Katie were talking to each other on the other side of the room. He felt awkward seeing her laughing with him. Sure, she was his table partner, they should get to know each other, but it seemed a little too comfortable for his taste.

God I hope he's gay, he said, rolling his eyes as he looked away from them. At least it would explain why he didn't seem to notice Max—

Oh, God. Why do I keep thinking about her? he asked himself, leaning his head against the table. You're taken, dammit. Get a hold of yourself…

The bell rang a couple of minutes later. He grabbed his stuff and went immediately towards Katie, an ordinary routine.

What he heard right before he got to her, however, wasn't of the norm at all.

"So about tonight; you're still coming, right?" he heard her ask Nick. Confusion poked at his head, and Nick gave a slight nod. "Yeah. Count me in." And he left.

It took Dave a few moments to regain his composure. "Uh, hey baby," he said, giving a smile. She smiled back, kissing his cheek. There must've been something different about his face at that moment though, because she seemed to turn away a lot faster than usual. "Hey, um…" he started, taking her hand. She faced him again in question. He bit his lip before asking, "Uh, so where's Nick going tonight with you?"

"Oh," she replied in surprise. "Oh, it's just a study. Since he's new here, I offered to help him out a little with stuff he's behind on."

"Where, at your house?"

"Mhmm." Her voice seemed so nonchalant as she pulled the bag strap on to her shoulder. "You know, just some friendly help… Anyway, gotta go. Bell's gonna ring soon, no?" She flashed a smile before walking away.

Dave liked Max. Maybe it's because she was a girl. Maybe it's because even if she was close with Katie, he wouldn't have to worry about Katie keeping secrets from him.

He couldn't say the same for Nick.

Just lay low, he said.

You'll be fine, he said.

"Damn it, Fang," I muttered. "It's barely 1:37 in the frickin' afternoon. I can't take this!"

Max, calm down. Don't give in when you have less than two hours to go.

Oh God, not you too, I thought back, huffing angrily. As if having to stay inside an entire day is bad, the Voice couldn't help but bug me too. Oh, joy. (For those of you that don't remember from previous adventures of my life, the Voice is my supposed conscience. It's a blessing to have it sometimes, but mostly a pain in the ass. Just saying.)

Fang's right. It's only a week. Perhaps laying low is the best option for you right now—

"I don't really care. Does it look like I can even accomplish anything in here?" I asked aloud, gesturing to the space around me. "I want to get out of here, and we haven't even stayed an entire week in this place. I thought it would be alright, but this place is too weird. I don't like it."

You need to learn to deal with things, Max. This place could be useful for you. The people here can help out. Give it a chance. Get to know them more.

I got up only to sit back down. Although getting out would be nice, I did make a promise to Fang. Lay low, lay low…

The window in front of me seemed to be much more appealing during the course of the day. "Yeah, fuck you too, window," I muttered, turning away. Scanning the room, I looked for something to help get the outdoors out of my mind. And there it was: Fang's laptop. The thing never ceased to amaze me. I mean, you'd figure through all the hell we go through it would break down, get ruined, but no. I guess Itex's products really did have their perks. Grabbing it and flopping onto the bed, I turned that thing on and started to hunt-and-peck on the keyboard.

Let's see… Dave Lizewski. No, that would be too vague, I thought. Then it hit me; Kick-Ass.

What has this guy accomplished? I wondered, hitting enter. Thousands of websites answered back to my search; a myspace, some comic-type spots, party details—

Woah, what the hell? I stared at the screen blankly. "Kick-Ass' Failed Execution Attempt: AMAZING SHIT RIGHT HERE" was sprawled in blue font on it. I clicked on the link, intrigued. Sure, superheroes are destined to have their ups and downs, but I personally didn't expect it to go that far for the guy.

I clicked play, of course. It wasn't like I had anything else to waste time doing.

What I expected though, was a lot different than what I saw.

"Holy crap," I breathed.

A/N: Oh dang. So now Dave's got an itch, Max's watched the video… (LOL I don't even know where I'm going with this). What do you guys think will happen? Review? :)