Title: Can I Help You?

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Violence

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.

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

Author's Note: Came across from reading the flock in NY and watching K-A in NY. This takes place after the second MR book. Any comments and suggestions will be greatly accepted!

The world looks a lot more peaceful when you're at a distance.

I mean, sure, if you live a nice life in a nice neighborhood, with nice people and quiet scenery, it's alright too. But that hardly happens. Up here... I mean, it's just amazing.

"Max, how much longer till we get there? I'm getting hungry..."

"I don't know Gaz; anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour maybe? Only if we keep moving though," I answered truthfully, swooping down to toss him a snack. He smiled, pulling off the wrapping and chomping down on the candy bar. "I need to pee," Nudge moaned.

"Hate to break it to you, Nudge, but you're gonna have to hold it in," Iggy called back to her. "I don't think a lot of people would be happy with a little yellow rain."

"Eww!" she said, falling back as she scrunched her nose. "Way to ruin an innocent mind! Gross, gross, gross..." She shook her head of the thoughts and Gazzy cackled. I gave a smirk before flying back up.

Yes, flying. Don't be surprised; it only takes a little genetic engineering to obtain wings like ours.

Long story, another time maybe.

I should probably tell you what happened over the past few years, anyway. About three years ago, the six of us (me, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel) got into a little accident and stumbled across an ordinary FBI agent in Virginia. Except no, that didn't end up being the actual case; our friend turned out to be a leader in the godforsaken place that created us, the School. We go way back with them, playing the ol' catch-me-if-you-can all the time. Occasionally they grab hold of us. But we always get away.

After escaping the hounds of Anne and Jeb, however, we had to crank up our hiding skills. After all, we had been let down so many times before, who could we honestly trust? Besides, we had too much on us; we had vandalized a school, assaulted minors and adults, and, of course, escaped a secret facility and attempted to erase our very existence on the face of the earth by running away. Not to mention other crazy shit. It was hard at first, not being able to stop anywhere for the past couple of years; dumpster diving had to be done all ninja-like by only me and Fang, and sleeping only lasted a couple of hours in the hills and covered trees. We were hopeless for living a life the right way, but we were near-perfect at being invisible now. Who knows, maybe we could live a life after being incognito for enough time.

"By the way, Max, when can we get new clothes? High-waters are sooo not in style, if you ask me. And this shirt is stretched in all the wrong places!" Nudge complained, tugging at the tight tee.

Ah yes; how could I leave out the physical changes time gives? Three years can have a huge impact on bodies, let me tell you. For one thing, Nudge and I finally understood what having curves meant. While she was so excited and joyous about it, I did not like it whatsoever. Fang and Iggy also had this whole facial hair thing going on, and they had to use their fingernails as tweezers to pluck them off if it grew too long. Gazzy and Angel were the least affected ones, only growing a couple of inches taller each, like the rest of us did. I ended up being 5'11. Not that I liked it; I would've much rather had an even number. Of course, Angel looked on the bright side ("At least you got a little taller, right?") when measurements were being made.

Oh yeah. So you're probably wondering where we are now, huh?

Allow me to just throw my two cents in this. I knew we could handle life and whatever it threw at us. I mean, I had been doing it for the past 17 years. Even our youngest has almost reached a decade not having a completely normal life. Plus, even if we were to settle down, it would probably be easier just getting a cabin in the woods again like in Colorado how we used to live alone. Or even just a lonely farm. We could live anywhere and be alright for the most part.

... But New-fucking-York?! Jesus, where in their right minds do these kids find that place suitable for them?!

Guess we would have to discuss it when we get back on Earth. For right now, I'll just keep my head in the clouds like any good little flying kid should.

A/N: So that's chapter one for you guys... I never know how to start a story, so just keep reading. It gets better, I promise. xD