Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"I don't want any candy!"

Clark pulled his hand back and dodged the clown's grasp.

Suddenly, he remembered a story his dad had told him. His eyes lit up, and he shouted as if he had just discovered something amusing, "You're trying to lure me away with candy! You're not a good person! You're a human trafficker!"

The clown's eyes widened.

This little brat—damn it!

Seeing that some people had already been attracted by Clark's shout, the clown grew more determined. He forcefully grabbed Clark and, cradling him in his arms, started to run in the direction of a secluded area.

Clark glared at him. "Let go of me, or I won't be nice!"

"Won't be nice?" The clown sneered, "You'll find out what 'not nice' really means in a minute."

Clark opened his mouth, but the clown thought he was about to scream for help, so he quickly covered Clark's mouth.

Clark's eyes narrowed, and he raised his fist.

The clown chuckled to himself. With such a small fist, even if Clark punched him a hundred times, he wouldn't even blink.

But then…

"Boom!"

Clark's fist slammed into the clown's jaw.

The clown's eyes bulged, and he let out a scream as he fell backward. Before he even hit the ground, several teeth flew out of his mouth.

"Ptooey! Ptooey!" Clark jumped off the clown and spat out, muttering, "Your hands stink!"

The clown, clutching his broken jaw, looked at Clark with fear in his eyes, whimpering.

The people around them, witnessing this scene, curiously gathered closer.

Realizing what had just happened, the clown panicked. He got up from the ground, covered his mouth, and tried to run away.

Clark quickly looked around, then shouted, "Someone stop him! I don't know him! He's trying to take me!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people quickly understood what was going on. They immediately blocked the clown's escape, and a few hot-headed individuals even greeted the clown's face with their fists.

Clark grinned, squirmed out of the crowd, and casually sat back down on the bench, as though nothing had happened.

"Huh?" Raven, having just exited the bathroom, frowned when she saw this. She quickly approached Clark and asked, "What happened? Are you okay?"

Clark shook his head, wiped his mouth with his hand, and said, "Auntie, take me to wash up."

He jumped off the bench and pulled a puzzled Raven toward the bathroom.

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As the stars twinkled in the sky, their light blending with the dazzling glow of Las Vegas, creating a scene like heaven itself, Mike and his two companions descended from the night mist.

"Let's go grab a drink! Celebrate Strick's trip to hell," Remy LeBeau called out as soon as they stepped off the plane.

"Pssh!" Logan took a deep drag from his cigarette and replied, "Sounds good!"

They both turned to look at Mike.

Mike shrugged and said, "I need to go see my son."

It had been nearly two days since he last saw the little guy, and he missed that adorable face.

Logan patted Mike on the shoulder in understanding, while Remy LeBeau looked at Mike in surprise. "You're already walking the walk to the grave?"

"Heh… you'll be there too," Mike waved them off with a smile. "Catch you guys later."

Logan called after him, "Mike, thanks."

Mike paused and turned to Logan. "If you get into trouble, call me."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and disappeared into the night as the two of them watched.

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At the Rose Motel, Mike pushed open the door and entered. He walked to Clark's room, paused before pushing the door open, took a moment to adjust his clothes, patted his face, and then took out the key to unlock the door.

"Swoosh!"

A long, powerful leg swung toward Mike's head like a whip.

Mike's eyelids twitched, but he didn't try to dodge.

Sure enough, the leg stopped just beside his ear.

"Aren't you afraid of getting kicked silly?" Raven scolded, glaring at Mike.

Mike grinned.

Raven's eyes glinted mischievously, and her long leg gently brushed past Mike's ear.

Mike froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Raven to do that.

Raven looked at Mike, her long leg draped over his shoulder as she leaned closer to him.

Just then...

"Dad!"

Clark rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. Seeing Mike, he exclaimed in surprise, but when he noticed the awkward position of Mike and Raven, he froze.

Mike and Raven both looked embarrassed.

Clark suddenly shut his eyes and shouted loudly, "Dad, where are you?"

He leaned back, pulling the blanket up, and soon the sound of snoring filled the room.

"Pfft!"

Raven couldn't hold back a laugh. She removed her leg from Mike's and muttered, "Little troublemaker!"

Mike stepped back, cleared his throat, and asked gently, "He hasn't caused you any trouble, has he?"

"Clark's been well-behaved." Raven glanced at Mike and added, "He's much more obedient than you."

Mike nodded. "Thanks for your help these past couple of days."

Raven winked playfully and leaned toward Mike. "How do you plan to repay me?"

"I've already rescued him for you, haven't I?"

Raven shot Mike a glare, snorted coldly, then pushed him out of the doorway, striding away and slamming the door behind her.

Mike gave a bitter smile.

Clark peeked his eyes out from under the blanket and looked at Mike. "Dad, why is Aunt Raven mad?"

"You'll understand when you're older."

"Sigh, women..." Clark sighed as he sat up in bed.

"Haha!" Mike chuckled as he walked toward Clark, sat on the bed, and flicked his forehead. "What do you know?"

Clark stuck out his tongue, hugged Mike, and yawned. "Let me tell you, today Aunt Raven took me to the amusement park, and I was with her..."

Clark started recounting what had happened that day, but his voice gradually faded.

Mike smiled softly, placed the little guy back on the bed, tucked him in, and walked into the bathroom.

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The next day, the weather was clear and sunny.

After Mike finished washing up, he squeezed toothpaste onto Clark's toothbrush. He glanced back at the little guy, still cuddling the blanket, drooling as he slept soundly. Mike cleared his throat and said, "Hey, where's the braised pork?"

"Braised pork! Where?"

Clark suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted, then jumped out of bed.

"Haha!"

Clark looked at Mike with a pout. "Dad! You tricked me again!"

Mike patted Clark's head. "Get up, wash up, have breakfast, and we'll be on our way."

"We're leaving?" Clark rubbed his eyes. "Are we going home?"

Mike nodded.

"But didn't our house get blown up?" Clark asked, confused.

Mike pulled Clark out of bed. "We're going back to New York."

"Oh…" Clark, still half-asleep, widened his eyes and stared at Mike. "New York?"

"Yes, back to New York."

"But Dad, didn't you say we were going home?"

"New York is home too." Mike pointed toward the bathroom. "Hurry up, or we'll miss the plane."

"Oh yeah!"

Clark cheered and ran excitedly toward the bathroom.

(End of chapter)