Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Coulson's seat was next to Mike's.

It seemed that the reunion with old friends during this trip had made Coulson very happy.

As for Mike: ￣へ￣.

He didn't have a bad impression of Coulson, but he always felt that something unexpected would happen when he was around.

There was no specific reason for this feeling, but it made Mike quite uncomfortable.

"Wow! Clark, you've grown so much!"

Coulson greeted Clark across the aisle. When he saw Eric and Charles greeting Clark as well, calling him "uncle," Coulson couldn't help but smile.

Looking at the three kids who had grown up, Coulson touched his forehead and sighed, "Time really flies, doesn't it, Mike?"

Mike nodded vaguely in response.

With a look of envy at Mike's hair, Coulson commented, "The weather is nice today, perfect for a trip."

"Mm!"

Mike casually responded, brushing Coulson off.

Just then, the plane began to ascend slowly, and Mike closed his eyes.

It wasn't out of fear; he simply didn't want to talk to Coulson.

Moments later, after the plane shook violently for a brief period, it eventually stabilized and entered smooth flight.

Eric and Charles unbuckled their seatbelts and climbed up to the windows, excitedly whispering as they looked at the clouds outside.

"Look, doesn't that cloud look like a duck's head?"

"It does, but I think it looks more like a face."

"Yeah, it really does."

Hearing their quiet discussion, Mike smiled.

Clark took off his hat and looked at the two, smiling as he pointed outside. Suddenly, he said, "Hey, doesn't that cloud look like a fried chicken drumstick? And that one looks like braised pork!"

"Gulp!"

Eric and Charles swallowed hard.

"You're making us hungry," they said with a pout, looking at Clark.

Clark nonchalantly added, "This morning, I ate the fried chicken legs my dad made yesterday. They were so good."

Eric: (▼ヘ▼#)

Charles: (ㄒoㄒ)

Instantly, both of them felt that the clouds outside were no longer appealing. Everything now looked like food.

Clark put his hat back on and smirked slightly.

"Life's great."

Watching the interaction between the three, Coulson spoke with a hint of envy and then continued chatting with Mike.

Coulson was a talkative person, but Mike, for some reason, wasn't in the mood to engage with him. He sighed as Coulson continued talking without pause. Finally, Mike interrupted, "Coulson, your ex-girlfriend… the one from college, I think her name was Millie?"

Coulson nodded, his expression turning solemn. "We've broken up."

As he spoke, his face reflected a mixture of pain, frustration, anger, and regret.

His expression was so vivid it looked like a teaser for a dramatic story.

"Broken up?"

Mike had intended to end the conversation with this question, but seeing Coulson's expression, he found himself suddenly curious about the situation.

"I joined the army. I kept her waiting too long, and by the time I came back, she had already married and had kids."

Coulson spoke in a calm tone, though his sadness was palpable.

Mike looked at Coulson with suspicion. "Is that it?"

If that was all, why was Coulson so angry?

After a moment of thought, Mike guessed, "Wait, did your friend marry her?"

Coulson's mouth twitched as he turned his head.

Did he guess right?

Mike held back his laughter and tried to console him. "Don't worry, you'll meet someone who's the real one for you."

Coulson gave a soft "mm" and seemed lost in thought. His mind replayed images of that family of three, and the sorrow hit him again. He fell silent, visibly downcast, no longer in the mood to chat.

Mike sighed softly.

For a moment, the world felt quiet.

But Coulson was Coulson, and his emotional resilience was strong. After a brief period of silence, his mood recovered, and he continued chatting with Mike until the plane landed.

"Goodbye, Mike!"

Coulson waved at Mike and his family's backs.

Mike raised his hand in acknowledgment and quickened his pace.

For some reason, the longer he spent with Coulson, the stronger the ominous feeling inside him became.

Thank goodness the plane didn't crash…

Mike silently breathed a sigh of relief.

The four members of Mike's family, wearing sunglasses, enjoyed the warmth of the sun as they exhaled contentedly. As they approached the airport exit, they heard someone calling their names.

"Clark! Uncle Mike!"

The family turned, lowered their sunglasses, and saw Hope waving a greeting sign enthusiastically. Hank Pym, standing beside her, also waved before adjusting his sunglasses and walking toward them with large strides.

"Welcome, my friends!"

Hank Pym smiled at Mike as they hugged briefly, while Hope and the other three siblings also exchanged hugs.

Mike smiled and said, "Big boss, you're so busy, and yet you came to pick us up?"

Hank Pym laughed and patted Mike on the back, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Who else but an old friend would do this for you?"

"Have you eaten yet?"

Both Mike and Hank Pym said the same thing at the same time, pausing in surprise. Then they shared a meaningful look and smiled.

"I brought a gift," Mike said mysteriously. "It's something you absolutely love."

Hank Pym's scalp tingled, and he cleared his throat before replying, "Gifts can wait. I've got some delicious food prepared for you, and there's a surprise as well."

Mike's uneasy feeling intensified.

"Let's go! Hope!"

Hank Pym called out, draping an arm around Mike's shoulder as they walked toward the exit of the airport.

The waiting driver quickly came over, loading Mike's family's luggage into the car. The group got into the car and quickly left.

Hope happily pointed out the scenery outside to Clark and the other siblings, while Hank Pym and Mike chatted about recent events.

Soon, they arrived at Hank Pym's home.

His place in San Francisco still had a heavy, classical feel.

As they walked on the wooden floors, Mike and the others removed their sunglasses and looked around with puzzled expressions.

The decoration style was strikingly similar to the villa they had been given.

"I'll take you to pick your rooms," Hope said enthusiastically.

Hank Pym added, "I'm going to check if lunch is ready."

After a pause, he gave Mike a mysterious look and said, "I'll also go check on the surprise I prepared for you."

Mike's uneasy feeling grew even stronger.

"No need to trouble yourself. What surprise?"

"No, you'll love it! It represents both courage and deliciousness."

Those two words together couldn't possibly be a good thing!

After Mike's group unpacked their luggage, chose their rooms, and went downstairs to enjoy a hearty and delicious lunch, Hank Pym gave Mike a playful wink. "This is definitely a surprise! You're going to love it! I saved it for last."

With that, he clapped his hands.

The next second, a slightly chubby chef in a chef's uniform entered, wearing a gas mask and pushing a food cart.

Wait, a gas mask?

Mike's lips twitched as he looked at the chef.

This was over the top.

He glanced at Hank Pym, who was watching him with a mischievous look in his eyes.

This old man had no good intentions!

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