Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"These two little rascals... they really do have some guts," Mike muttered with a helpless shake of his head.

He hadn't expected them to make such a bold decision.

But the things they had said earlier had really touched him.

Especially…

Dad is Dad!

There's only one Dad in this life!

As an old father, Mike felt like the softest part of his heart had been deeply hit by these two little rascals. He almost… had tears in his eyes.

"Dad, if you want to cry, just cry," Clark said, patting Mike on the shoulder.

Mike, in a bad mood, swatted Clark's head and said, "Keep an eye on them!"

Clark stuck out his tongue and confidently replied, "They won't escape my sight."

Although Clark's super-vision was still weaker compared to how it was portrayed in the movies, it was still super-vision. Tracking them was easy.

Mike stood up and said, "Let's go!"

He drove with Clark trailing the two little ones from a distance.

Suddenly, Clark burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Mike asked curiously.

"They're standing on their skateboards, using Eric's ability to move them toward the town. They look pretty happy," Clark said with a grin.

These two little rascals were full of tricks.

Mike smiled.

The two little ones reached the town and, using Charles' ability, boarded a bus bound for New York.

Their biological father was in New York.

The journey was smooth.

After arriving in New York, they took a taxi to their destination.

They didn't have enough money, but that wasn't a problem—Charles' ability was the best form of payment.

Though his powers were still in the early stages, they were enough for this kind of task.

By the time they arrived at the address in the evening, they were shocked.

The place had been leveled to the ground.

"What… what happened here?" Charles asked, confused, turning to the taxi driver.

The driver scratched his head and said, "It was demolished. They're building a new building. What else? So, who are you looking for here? Need help? I can call the police if you want."

"No, thank you, sir," Eric said, pulling out some change, opening the car door, and dragging Charles out.

The driver shook his head as he watched the two kids and drove off.

"Ahem!" Charles coughed as he inhaled the exhaust fumes and snapped out of his daze. "Why did you get out of the car?"

Eric rolled his eyes. "If I didn't, would you have stayed in the car?"

Charles, in a panic, shouted, "I could've just asked him to take us to a hotel! But now, we're stuck here with no ride! How are we going to get anywhere?"

"Obviously, we'll…" Eric stopped himself as he looked at the rubble around them. His voice lowered, and he gave Charles an awkward smile. "Sorry, I guess it's not the best idea now."

"Why are you smiling?!" Charles fumed, grabbing Eric's face and shouting, "There's no cars around here! This place is a mess!"

Because the area had recently been redeveloped and the buildings were only just demolished, it was rare for any taxis to pass through.

Eric rubbed his face and, putting down his skateboard from his backpack, gave Charles a sheepish smile. "I'll take you there."

"Argh!" Charles grabbed his own hair in frustration, putting down his own skateboard. He stood up with a sour face.

A few seconds later, Charles snapped, "Let's go!"

"I don't know the way…" Eric mumbled weakly.

"Just because you don't know doesn't mean I don't!" Charles shot back confidently.

They exchanged a glance, their faces falling in defeat.

After a while, the two decided to pick a random direction and, riding their "magnetic skateboards," quickly sped off.

Watching their retreating figures, Clark shook his head and said to Mike, "Dad, should we help them?"

Mike paused for a moment and replied, "Let's wait and see."

They followed the little rascals at a slow pace, driving behind them.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late. Otherwise, the two kids might run into trouble on the streets. Of course, if they did meet anyone, those people might end up having a bad day instead.

The two little ones were lucky. After skating for about half an hour, they encountered a kind stranger. After Charles used his ability to confirm the stranger's good intentions, they gratefully hopped in the car and were taken to a hotel nearby.

Using their abilities, the two settled into the hotel and had dinner.

Once the two were settled, Mike and Clark also stayed in the room across from them.

"Dad, is this really necessary?" Clark asked, biting into a hamburger with a confused look.

Mike smiled and replied, "Since they didn't tell me, it means they want to handle it themselves. If it weren't necessary, I wouldn't have appeared. And from what I can see, they're managing just fine."

Clark nodded and glanced at the room across from them. "They're asleep."

Mike nodded, picking up a hamburger.

"These are still nowhere near as good as your cooking, Dad," Clark mumbled.

A clear, visible smile appeared on Mike's face as he replied, "When we get back, whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you!"

Clark nodded in response.

As Mike watched Clark, an idea suddenly came to him.

The situation with Charles and the others was a good opportunity for an honest conversation—it was time to tell his son the truth.

"Clark, aren't you even a little curious about who your mom is?" Mike asked gently.

Clark stiffened, his voice cold. "No."

Mike looked at him tenderly. "You've always been a good kid, never giving me trouble, and you've never lied to me either."

"Dad, stop." Clark lowered his head, his expression hidden, as though veiled in a fog.

Mike's smile remained warm, but his gaze lost focus, as if his mind was drifting back to that night.

"Clark, you're a smart kid. After all these years, you must have already guessed it."

"I... I haven't!"

"Don't worry, my son! No matter what happens, no matter where you come from, you're my son. Just like Charles, you're my son—Mike Kent's son!" Mike's gaze locked onto Clark, and each word was firm and resolute.

Clark looked up, his sky-blue eyes filled with emotion.

"Dad!"

Clark was deeply moved, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness.

But suddenly, an uncontrollable thought crossed his mind.

It would be nice to have a mom…

Perhaps, it's time to find Dad a wife.

Looking at Mike's face, Clark quickly pushed the thought out of his mind and turned to his father. "Dad, thank you!"

"You're a silly kid. No need to thank me." Mike patted Clark's head and smiled. "Eat your food."

"Okay!" Clark nodded lightly.

With his X-ray vision, Clark had long discovered the spaceship hidden in the basement. While it wasn't his, it belonged to Mike. But considering his own unusual nature, he had been carrying a painful suspicion in his heart for some time.

Now, with the knot in his heart finally unraveled, he felt an immense sense of relief.

"When we get back home, go check out the spaceship. I also have something I need to give you."

"Okay."

(End of chapter)