Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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At this moment?

Mike glanced at the two brothers still wrestling on the floor and calmly stepped aside to answer the phone.

They weren't going to kill each other—no need to intervene just yet.

"Hello, this is the Kent household."

"Mr. Kent! This is Clark's teacher. Clark just ran out of the classroom and locked himself in the storage room! No matter how much I call him, he refuses to come out. Please come to the school immediately!"

Before Mike could respond, the teacher hung up in a hurry.

A flash of concern crossed Mike's face as he strode toward the two tumbling boys. Grabbing one by the back of his collar and the other by his waistband, he lifted them effortlessly. With a stern expression, he said, "You two behave yourselves. Mary will watch over you while I go out."

The two boys glanced at Mike and immediately nodded, cowed by his serious tone.

Smart as they were, they knew better than to mess with Mike when he had that look on his face.

Placing them back on the floor, Mike called out to Mary, who was with Bob at the farm, and quickly drove to the school.

When he arrived at the classroom door, he saw the worried teacher waiting for him.

"Mr. Kent!" The teacher exhaled in relief. "Please follow me."

Clark was usually an obedient child, so his unusual behavior had the teacher deeply concerned.

Following the teacher, Mike already had a guess about what might be happening.

When they reached the storage room, Mike noticed a crowd of children gathered nearby. Turning to the freckled teacher, he said, "Could you take the children somewhere else for now?"

The teacher hesitated for a moment, then gave Mike a long look before leading the children away.

Once the others had left, Mike knocked on the door and said, "Clark, it's me."

"Dad! Dad!"

Clark's voice was filled with fear and panic.

"It's me," Mike reassured him.

"Dad, it's so loud! My head—my head is so noisy! I feel like it's going to explode!"

As expected... Clark's powers had grown stronger, and a new ability had awakened.

Mike's suspicions were confirmed.

"Clark, listen to me carefully. Focus all your attention on my voice."

"Dad, I... I can't!"

"Yes, you can! You can do it, Clark!"

"I'm trying!"

Mike took a deep breath and began talking to Clark about familiar memories and past experiences.

After a few minutes, the door finally creaked open. Clark stood there, trembling, before rushing into Mike's arms.

"Dad!"

Burying his face in Mike's chest, Clark muttered in exhaustion and pain, "What's wrong with me? Am I sick?"

"Don't be silly. You're perfectly healthy."

Mike lifted Clark into his arms and said, "Let's go home. You need to rest."

"Okay," Clark murmured, nodding weakly.

Mike informed the teacher that Clark would be taking the rest of the day off, then headed home.

On the drive back, Clark fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

When Mike arrived home, carrying Clark through the door, Mary, who had been struggling with the two troublemakers, looked at him like he was her savior.

"Thank God you're back," Mary sighed in relief.

Mike turned to look at Eric and Charles.

The two boys were standing side by side, trying to look innocent. Charles even adjusted his clothes, while Eric stared curiously at the sleeping Clark in Mike's arms.

"Brother!" Eric exclaimed.

Mike hushed him with a quiet "Shh."

"Clark needs to rest," he said softly.

Eric pouted and was about to speak when Charles quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Mmph!" Eric's eyes widened in indignation.

"Well done, Charles," Mike said with a nod of approval.

Charles puffed out his chest, clearly proud of himself.

"Thanks, Mary," Mike said, offering her an apologetic smile.

Mary let out a long breath and said, "If you hadn't come back when you did, I think I might have lost my mind."

With a small laugh, Mike carried Clark upstairs.

The moment Mike was out of sight, Eric shoved Charles's hand away and shouted angrily, "You little suck-up!"

Charles sniffed and said smugly, "I'm just smarter than you."

Watching the two boys, Mary decided it was time to make her escape. She hurried out of the house, muttering something about how these kids were too much to handle.

As Mary's retreating figure disappeared, Eric's mischievous grin grew wider. Clenching his tiny fists, he turned to Charles and said, "My dear brother, why don't you use that smart little brain of yours to guess what I'm about to do next?"

Charles took a step back, his eyes darting toward the stairs. Suddenly, he let out a loud wail and bolted upstairs, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Dad, Dad! Eric's going to hit me!"

Eric let out a cold laugh and quickly followed after, his steps heavy with intent.

Listening to the commotion outside, Mike pressed his throbbing temples, gently patting Clark's head as he mumbled to the groggy boy, "Go back to sleep, it's fine."

Clark gave a faint "Mm" and turned over.

Mike stood up, and the warm smile he had for Clark vanished instantly. With a cold expression, he left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. As he turned toward the two boys still causing a ruckus upstairs, he felt his head swell with the beginnings of a headache.

"You two, stop right there!"

At Mike's sharp command, the two boys halted immediately in front of him, their eyes nervously darting around.

"Dad, Eric's going to hit me!"

Charles looked at him pitifully.

Mike's eye twitched.

This kid—such a drama king.

Don't be fooled by that innocent face. He's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

Eric scowled, "He's a sycophant! All he does is flatter you, Dad!"

Mike flicked Eric on the forehead, "Don't talk about your brother like that."

Eric pouted, but Charles couldn't help but sneak a smile.

Mike flicked Charles on the head too, "What's so funny? Sycophant!"

Charles froze, caught off guard.

"Wow! Dad! How could you say that?" Eric stared at Mike in shock.

Mike held his serious expression, "Because I'm your dad!"

Eric instantly deflated, his defiance crumbling.

Mike walked toward the two boys' room, "Come with me."

The two of them exchanged a glance and swallowed nervously, looking toward the stairs.

"Don't even think about running downstairs."

Heads down, they obediently followed.

Mike pushed open the door to their room and surveyed the mess of toys scattered all over the floor. His lips twitched.

As expected, these two little troublemakers…

Once they entered, Mike shut the door behind them and stood silently, watching them.

Both boys pointed at each other at the same time, "It was him!"

Mike crossed his arms, "You've got five minutes."

Without a word, the two of them immediately began cleaning up.

Mike watched them quietly, a small smirk forming inside.

These two were clever, though a little too mischievous. He was always stricter with them than with Clark because of it.

Though they were twins, the brothers only shared about three similarities in their appearances.

Eric had sharp features, with a decisive and direct attitude that sometimes bordered on explosive.

Charles, on the other hand, had gentler features. Though he looked harmless, he was more cunning than Eric.

Still, both of them were charming and adorable.

Well…

Our family's got some pretty good looks, huh?

Mike stroked his chin thoughtfully, then cleared his throat when he saw the two were almost done.

The boys immediately stood at attention, facing Mike.

(End of Chapter)