Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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After a delightful dinner that Howard and Peggy Carter couldn't stop praising, the two were sent to the door by Mike and his family.

Watching them walk away, Clark suddenly spoke, "Dad, that lady... the one with the gray hair..."

"You can call her Aunt," Mike replied, not wanting to feel a generation apart.

"Why did she keep staring at me?"

Mike looked at Clark, locking eyes with his son's sky-blue gaze. "Maybe, she sees someone else when she looks at you."

In some ways, Clark shared several striking traits with that person.

Clark nodded, then turned and ran up the stairs once they got home.

Mike watched his son's retreating figure with a sense of loss and sighed.

The boy was growing up. He wasn't as attached as he used to be when he was younger.

It was only last year that he was more clingy.

But, children grow up, and they will eventually leave their parents' side.

He had to get used to it.

It was just a sudden feeling of emptiness.

Mike shook his head, turning to the two young ones by his side. He then walked into the house and asked, "So, anything interesting happen at school today?"

"Dad, let me tell you, Charles—"

"Shut up!" Mike interrupted.

"Haha, he saw a billboard on the street."

"Wow, Erik!" Charles shouted excitedly, quickly adding, "I saw a billboard and was wondering why it was there when Erik put his head into the hole in the sign, and then he got stuck! I had to rescue him!"

Mike burst out laughing.

Erik stared in disbelief at the smug Charles. "You're lying! You're a liar! I was the one who rescued you!"

"Didn't you get stuck first?"

"Well…"

Charles grinned mischievously, shrugging his shoulders. "See, that's how it happened!"

"You were the one who got stuck first!"

"I wasn't!"

"I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

"Ahh! Help! Clark! Help!"

Charles screamed dramatically, rushing upstairs.

Mike looked at the two boys playfully bickering, a satisfied smile on his face as he closed the door.

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It was Saturday, the third day since Clark and the others had returned to school. But since it was the weekend, even though they had only attended two days of school, the school had given them a break.

"The two-day deadline is almost up."

Mike muttered to himself as he flipped two fried eggs onto a plate.

Scott had promised to give Howard and the others news within two days. If all went smoothly, they would receive the update today, and then they would need to spring into action.

It was going to be busy again soon.

Mike mumbled as he cracked another egg into the pan.

Beep! Beep beep!

The loud sound of car horns echoed outside Mike's door. Mike's expression shifted.

Could it be that Howard and the others had received the news and came to find him?

Glancing at the eggs in the pan, Mike hesitated for a second before deciding to finish frying the eggs first and deal with the visitors later.

Beep! Beep beep!

A few seconds passed, and the car horns sounded again. Mike remained calm, continuing to fry the eggs.

"Enough already!"

A voice yelled angrily from upstairs.

Erik was leaning out of the window, glaring at the car parked outside their door, his urge to crush it growing stronger.

Charles peeked his head out, yawned, and said, "Probably here to see Dad."

"Looking for Dad?" Erik quickly snapped to attention, then shouted out the window, "Stop honking! Dad's coming down in a minute!"

With that, he slammed the window shut.

Inside the car, the two men exchanged a confused look.

"Who was that? Mike's son?"

Remy LeBeau asked, puzzled.

"Ha! What an interesting kid!"

The man with a handsome beard, who had a cigar clenched between his teeth and exuded a wild energy, laughed, blowing out a thick puff of smoke toward the passenger seat, where Remy sat.

"Cough, cough!" Remy covered his mouth. "Can you not smoke that thing?"

Logan took the cigar out of his mouth, grinning. "Can't!"

Remy LeBeau was speechless.

As expected, he found Mike much more tolerable than Logan.

Not wanting to suffocate from the thick smoke, Remy pushed open the car door.

Bang! 

He stepped out, slammed the door behind him, took a deep breath of fresh air, and felt much better.

He had been marinating in Logan's smoke the entire ride, and he suspected that if he ever got lung cancer in the future, it would be Logan's fault.

"Hey, Remy! Be gentle with my car!"

Logan glanced at the car door with a look of mock horror. "This car was bought with the money I earned after taking down ten opponents!"

Remy bent down, a dangerous pink gleam in his eyes, and smiled at Logan. "You think I can make this piece of junk explode?"

Logan grinned and tilted his head. As he looked at the door opening, his eyes lit up when he saw Mike stepping outside. He waved enthusiastically and called, "Mike!"

Upon hearing the call, Mike paused for a moment, then saw the familiar figure with the cigar in his mouth and smiled.

Logan?

Before Mike could speak, Logan shouted, "I didn't miss breakfast, right? I remember you usually eat around this time!"

Mike's lips twitched uncontrollably.

Really, Logan, thank you so much!

Logan got out of the car and walked toward Mike. He opened his arms, giving Mike a big hug, then patted Mike's back with both hands, almost making him cough up blood.

Remy LeBeau smiled at the two of them, adjusted his hat, and said to Mike, "It's been a while, Mike. You're looking more handsome than ever!"

Mike nodded, responding seriously, "Remy! You're more charming than ever!"

The two shared a smile, then gave each other a friendly shoulder bump.

Now this was the proper way to greet someone.

Sensing the odd vibe between the two men, Logan rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Shameless."

"Uncle Logan!"

At the sound of an excited voice, Logan turned and saw Clark approaching with a grin on his face, arms open wide.

Clark smiled and jogged toward Logan.

Logan stood on his toes, comparing their heights, and ruffled Clark's hair with a grin. "You've grown so much, Clark!"

Clark nodded, returning the hug.

Logan remembered when Clark was just a tiny kid who had once knocked him flying with a punch. Now…

He briefly wondered if the boy might accidentally snap him in half.

A strange, bloody image flashed in his mind.

Shivers! 

He quickly pushed Clark away and was about to speak when Logan noticed two boys standing at the door, watching them.

"Who are these?"

Logan paused, then pointed at Erik and said, "Ha, you're the one who yelled at me earlier, right?"

Erik gave a cheeky grin.

"Erik, Charles, my sons," Mike laughed as he introduced them, giving Logan a pat on the shoulder. "Come in, let's talk."

(End of Chapter)