Marvel's father of superheroes

Mike had not participated in a school sports meeting for a long time, but watching the children galloping on the field, it seemed as if he felt like a young child again...

"Dad, what are you thinking?"

Clark nudged Mike.

Mike's eyes twitched and he said, "I was wondering if it would add some deep memories to your childhood."

Clark felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, and then said: "Uncle Hank and the others are already here, do we want to rehearse?"

He pointed at the participating families in the distance and said, "I heard they have been rehearsing for a long time."

"What's the point of rehearsing this?"

Mike said nonchalantly: "If I use a little more force, we will win!"

"that's right!"

Along with the voice, Hank Pym came over with Hope and nodded to Mike.

He likes this confidence.

"By the way, don't you still want to participate in the men's and women's relay race? Go get ready."

Mike nudged Clark.

Hank said: "We will cheer for you!"

"Who cares about you? Come on!" Hope couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, grabbed Clark, and left quickly.

Mike: "Young..."

Hank: "That's great..."

The two looked at each other.

"Hahaha!"

"What about the two boys?"

Hank Pym asked curiously.

Mike pointed to the class they were in and said, "They are a class activity, don't worry about them."

Hank Pym nodded and said: "I remember Clark had a class-based tug-of-war competition before the relay race. Did Clark participate?"

"Uh... yes!"

"Then let's go cheer."

"Actually, no need..."

"Let's go, don't be shy, you are his father!"

Hank Pym patted Mike and walked toward the tug-of-war area.

Mike covered his face and followed.

He also specifically told Clark in the morning not to use too much force in the tug-of-war.

The tug-of-war competition was in full swing. The children followed the slogans and leaned back desperately with the strength of sucking milk. The audience shouted at the top of their lungs, as if they wanted to lend their strength to the children in the tug-of-war.

Mike: ヽ(ー_ー)ノ.

Just very calm.

Finally, it was Clark's class' turn.

Mike started to get nervous.

Hank Pym smiled and comforted: "Don't be nervous, it's okay even if you lose."

You do not understand!

Mike shook his head.

Game start!

As the whistle blew, the parents in the audience roared hysterically, as if they wanted to add some buff to their children, but Mike nervously shouted: "Take it easy, son!"

A strange person was mixed in among the cheers. The parents looked at Mike and tortured him with their eyes.

Hank Pym nudged Mike with his elbow.

Mike glanced at everyone and said, "What are you looking at? Come on, if you haven't seen it!"

"Then come on!"

One parent muttered.

You know the shit!

Mike swept over fiercely, and the parent shuddered, turned around and continued to cheer.

There was a stalemate between the two sides in the tug-of-war, and Clark, who was paddling, carefully controlled his power.

For him, controlling his strength to maintain this situation is much more difficult than winning this game.

"Harder, harder, Clark!"

Everyone looked at Mike.

This alien again.

Mike didn't care and focused all his attention on Clark, fearing that Clark would use too much force and throw the children away.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, raised his heart and gently pulled with one hand, pulling his opponent over the line.

"oh oh!"

"Awesome! My son is amazing!"

"Awesome!"

Amid cheers, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

well done!

Clark is gaining more and more control over his powers.

Mike winked at Clark, Clark gave Mike a thumbs up, and the father and son smiled tacitly.

There is no need to see the results anymore.

Sure enough, after several rounds, Clark's class won the final victory.

Hank Pym looked at Clark who was sweating profusely and said, "Young man, you did a good job!"

This kid has put in a lot of effort. Is it okay to run the relay in a while?

He was a little worried.

Clark smiled at it.

Mike patted Clark on the shoulder: "Hey... you did a good job."

"I'm going to prepare for the game."

Clark said, turned and left.

"Let's go to the audience stand!"

Pickham trotted past.

Looking at Pickham's back, Mike couldn't help but shake his head.

This is the father.

After waiting for about half an hour, when the sprint competition was over, it was finally the men's and women's 300x2 relay race's turn.

"Come on! Hope! Clark!"

Hank Pym shouted loudly, and his excitement was even more exciting than when he was fighting into the enemy as Ant-Man.

On the other hand, Mike...

ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

Still calm.

As long as Hope didn't hand the baton to Clark until the opponent reached the finish line, there would be no suspense in this game.

Of course, there's no way Mike and Clark would do that.

"Look, that's my son! Isn't he handsome and strong?"

A pair of black parents standing next to Mike saw that Mike was not cheering and thought that Mike was here to watch the game. They excitedly introduced their sons to Mike.

A muscular black boy.

Mike nodded indifferently.

Thinking that Mike was very optimistic about their son, the black parents immediately showed kind smiles to Mike.

boom!

The signal gun went off.

The girls who started the race ran out instantly.

"Hope! Come on!"

Hank Pym was still roaring quietly at first, but when he saw Hope pushing forward hard and trying his best for victory, he couldn't help but stand up and cheer loudly.

Well, when it comes to his daughter, it's nothing like a superhero, tech tycoon, or billionaire.

Finally, Hope handed over the baton in the second, and the moment the baton was handed over, Clark rushed out and kept holding on to No. 1.

Seeing this scene, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

Not too exaggerated, not bad.

But at this moment, the black couple next to him shouted loudly: "Baby, get rid of that black-haired kid!"

brat?

Mike was stunned for a moment.

"At first glance, that kid looks like a sissy. Kill him, Pidge!"

Sissy?

There was a hint of coldness in Mike's eyes.

"He only deserves to kiss your ass!"

Can't stand it!

Mike pushed the two of them away angrily and shouted to Clark: "Clark! Let me overtake that kid and show some strength! Don't let him lose too hard!"

The black couple stared at Mike, and then they realized that Mike turned out to be an enemy.

"Baby! Kill him!"

The two pushed Mike and yelled at the top of his lungs.

Mike pressed the two men's heads and shouted to Clark: "Go!"