Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"Hehe…"

With a playful laugh, the appearance of the middle-aged woman standing before Mike changed instantly.

Her skin rippled like waves, surging from head to toe in a single moment. The middle-aged woman had transformed into a bizarre figure with blue skin.

Though her figure was alluring, her entire body was covered in blue tones, with dark blue scales scattered across key areas. Her fiery red hair added a touch of exotic charm, but the combination made her appearance eerie and unsettling.

Mystique—Raven.

In this world, mutants existed. Yet, what puzzled Mike was the absence of any mention of the two prominent figures among mutants: Professor X and Magneto.

Mystique, Raven, looked at Mike, her lips curving into a faint smirk as she curiously asked, "How did you recognize me?"

Mike replied calmly, "You're holding the baby wrong."

A woman who had raised three children would never hold a baby incorrectly.

Raven was taken aback before nodding in understanding. She noticed Mike's cold and unyielding gaze and suddenly broke into a mischievous smile. "What's the matter? Still not used to this form of mine? How about this one?"

As she spoke, the blue skin faded away, revealing a blonde-haired woman.

Her figure remained just as captivating, but this time, her delicate and pure features contrasted intriguingly with her seductive aura.

This was her true appearance.

Mike remained expressionless. Raven, now dressed in casual attire, cradled Clark as she approached Mike with a teasing grin. "Still so distant? Back then, in bed—"

Mike's eye twitched as he interrupted, "How did you find me?"

"Do you think it's hard for me to track you?"

Raven responded nonchalantly, brushing her hand lightly across Mike's face with a playful tone. "Still so shy. That's what I love most about you."

After a pause, her expression turned serious. "Is it really worth it—for this child?"

Mike didn't hesitate. He nodded firmly and said, "Yes, it is."

This was a decision he had made two months ago.

"Worth it?" Raven abruptly shoved Clark into Mike's arms. Mike scrambled to catch the baby, exhaling in relief when he saw that the little one wasn't frightened.

Seeing this, Raven's anger flared even more. "You think saying you're done with the organization makes it true? That's wishful thinking!"

Mike gave a faint smile. "Why don't we start with why you're really here?"

Raven snorted. "If I told you I came here to have a child with you, would you believe me?"

Looking at Clark, whom Mike was protectively cradling, Raven felt an unfamiliar pang of jealousy.

If only her parents had protected her like that when she was a child…

Mike gave her a look that said he didn't believe a word she was saying, which clearly irritated Raven.

She strode over to a nearby chair and sat down, crossing her long legs. "Sloan sent me to find you."

"He knows about this place? Does he know about the child?"

Mike frowned.

Raven shook her head. "No, I didn't tell anyone."

She had stumbled upon this place purely by accident after overhearing Mike on a phone call. Out of curiosity, she had followed him the last time he returned home and discovered it.

Looking at Raven, Mike said earnestly, "Thank you."

Raven waved dismissively. "Consider it repayment for saving my life back then."

Mike held Clark close, letting the child rest against him as he gently patted Clark's back.

The little one yawned and slowly closed his eyes.

Watching Mike's actions, Raven couldn't hide her exasperation.

Who would have imagined that this cold-blooded killer, known as the King of Assassins, could be so tender when putting a baby to sleep?

"You—"

"Shh!"

Mike silenced her with a gesture. He walked over to the crib, carefully laid the now-sleeping Clark down, and covered him with a small blanket. Pointing toward the door, he signaled Raven to follow him out.

Raven stood up, made a goofy face at Clark, and then followed Mike outside.

Following Mike downstairs, Raven plopped onto the sofa. After Mike handed her a glass of water, she rested her chin on her hand and studied him, as though seeing him for the first time.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm just wondering which woman managed to steal your heart—and even gave you a child."

"The child's adopted," Mike replied flatly.

"Adopted?" Raven exclaimed in shock, muttering under her breath, "You're insane!"

Risking his life and defying the organization for an adopted baby—what else could it be but madness?

Mike chuckled indifferently. "What does Sloan want from me? Or rather... what's his plan?"

Sloan, an ambitious man.

Raven's lips curved into a smirk. "You're still as sharp as ever, but why throw it all away for…"

"Stop. Don't bring up the child again. My mind's made up." Mike lifted the glass to his lips. The rising steam veiled his face as he spoke calmly, "I'm just tired of this life."

Raven was silent for a moment before saying, "Sloan wants to make a deal with you."

"A deal?" Mike set the glass down, his tone turning cold. "He's offering me a safe exit in exchange for killing Kutch, isn't he?"

Kutch—the current leader of the Assassin's League. Taking him down would clear the way for Sloan to seize power.

Raven nodded.

Mike's face remained unreadable. "Do you think I can trust him?"

"Fifty-fifty," Raven replied. "At least he's not like Kutch. Kutch absolutely wouldn't let you walk away."

Mike closed his eyes and deliberated for a few seconds before nodding. "Fine. After I deal with Kutch, I need you to do me a favor."

Raven blinked in surprise, then smirked playfully. "And why would I help you?"

"Consider it me owing you a favor."

"Deal!"

Raven agreed without hesitation. Mike's favors were valuable.

"Also, I need to meet with Sloan."

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"I'll arrange it."

The two chatted idly for a while before Raven took her leave. As for the babysitter taking care of Clark, Raven had used her shapeshifting ability to imitate Mike, sending the babysitter home for the night.

In other words, tonight, Mike would be taking care of Clark himself…

"Wah! Wah!"

A loud cry came from upstairs. Mike's eyes widened, and his heart began to race as he dashed upstairs at lightning speed, heading straight for Clark.

When it came to babies, crying was usually caused by one of two things: hunger or a dirty diaper.

Having been a father in his past life, Mike understood these basics.

"Stay calm!"

After a quick inspection, he confirmed that Clark hadn't soiled himself. Sighing in relief, he gently comforted the baby while preparing a bottle of formula.

Minutes later, after ensuring the milk was at the perfect temperature, Mike began feeding Clark. But as the baby drank, Mike's mind wandered to other pressing matters.

Sloan wanted control of the Assassin's League, but Kutch stood in his way. Not only was Kutch the leader, but he was also one of the only two assassins in the league to bear the title of King of Assassins.

To take down a King of Assassins, one needed another King of Assassins.

That was why Sloan had sent Raven to find Mike.

Kutch, as the league's leader, had a familiar relationship with Mike, meaning Mike understood him fairly well.

Kutch was not the type to let anyone who posed a threat to the organization walk away freely.

An agreement was an agreement—Kutch would honor his promise and allow Mike to leave safely. But once Mike was no longer part of the organization, Kutch wouldn't hesitate to come after him.

Once you step into this world, it's impossible to truly leave. 

Mike's eyes darkened, his expression heavy. But when he looked down to see Clark drinking his milk and curiously staring back at him, the shadows in his gaze disappeared, replaced by a warm smile.

Then, in the next moment, that smile froze.

The child… had just soiled himself.

(End of Chapter)