Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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*Mike's House, Kitchen*

Clark happily devoured a plate of braised pork, and when he saw Mike smiling at him, he hesitated for a moment, then picked out the smallest piece of meat from his bowl and offered it to Mike with his fork.

Mike shook his head, using his chopsticks to pick up a larger piece of meat and grinned mischievously. "I'll take it myself."

Clark pushed the piece of meat toward Mike and watched eagerly as Mike picked up the biggest chunk. His mouth, greasy from the pork, slowly opened. Just before Mike could feed it to himself, Clark swallowed hard and asked, "Dad, is it good? Really good?"

"I haven't eaten it yet!" Mike replied, amused.

"I'll try it for you!" Clark offered.

"You will?" Mike pretended to think about it before sticking out his tongue and making a silly face. "No!"

With that, Mike popped the meat into his mouth with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Wow, it's delicious!"

Clark's face fell, and he looked as if he'd been tricked.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Clark's expression, Mike couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Clark bared his teeth at Mike in mock anger, but then he shoved the meat from his fork into Mike's mouth and gave him a smile.

Mike paused for a moment, touched by the gesture, and gently patted Clark's head. He felt warmth in his heart.

This child was well worth raising.

"Eat slowly, I'll go wash the dishes," Mike said as he stood up, tidied up the utensils, and walked toward the kitchen. But just before he reached the door, he turned back and said to Clark, "Don't just eat the meat!"

Clark grinned mischievously and, right in front of Mike, stuffed a piece of broccoli into his mouth. However, as soon as Mike turned around, Clark quietly spat it into the trash can.

"Clark, it's not right to waste food," Mike chided.

Clark stared at Mike with wide eyes. Did his dad have eyes on the back of his head? He hadn't even turned around yet, so how did he know Clark hadn't eaten the broccoli?

"Okay, okay!" Clark answered loudly, but then quickly shoved another piece of meat into his mouth. With a serious expression, he popped the vegetable into his mouth as well, stuffing his cheeks full, chewing randomly before swallowing it down.

Soon, after finishing his portion, Clark jumped off the chair, carrying his plate and bowl, and ran toward the kitchen.

Moments later, Mike finished cleaning the kitchen, lifted Clark in his arms, and headed upstairs.

As they climbed the stairs, Clark, who had a habit of napping, was already nodding off.

Mike gently placed Clark on his bed and said, "Dad's going out for a bit. Don't run around when you wake up."

"Okay! Dad, come back soon," Clark mumbled sleepily before closing his eyes.

After covering Clark with a blanket, Mike quietly left the room.

After meals, Clark usually took a nap for about an hour, and Mike planned to use this time to prepare a surprise for him.

Tomorrow, Clark was going to start kindergarten.

He needed to buy some supplies for school.

After locking the door, Mike drove toward the small town.

He had already decided on the items: a backpack, drawing supplies, erasers...

He still felt a bit uneasy leaving Clark home alone.

"Only a 40-minute round trip, and Clark will probably sleep for about an hour. Nothing bad will happen… He won't accidentally kill a burglar or anything…" Mike muttered to himself, increasing his speed.

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*Clark's Room*

When Mike's car drove off, Clark, who should have been asleep, opened his eyes. He rolled around on the bed, then jumped up, pulling out a pile of toys from under the bed to play with.

Sometimes, when he didn't feel like sleeping, he pretended to be asleep, just like the people on TV, and waited until Mike left before sneaking off to play by himself.

"I am the messenger of justice! Red Skull, you shall perish!" Clark shouted as he held a toy in his left hand, while his other hand gripped a Captain America toy. The two toys clashed in mid-air.

Recalling the stories his father had told him, Clark felt a surge of excitement.

*And then...*

Crack!

The Captain America toy in Clark's hand was crushed into pieces by his small fingers.

Clark froze for a moment, his eyes welling up with tears.

It was one of his favorite toys.

"Sniff..." Clark sobbed quietly, wiping his tears away. He gathered the broken pieces of the Captain America toy and, looking at the Red Skull toy on the floor, pouted and poked it with his finger. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I accidentally crushed Captain America!"

He tossed the Red Skull toy aside and went over to the window, wanting to check if his dad was back yet. But when he looked outside, his eyes widened in shock.

He saw a naked man running toward the house from a distance, then charging into the family's warehouse.

Clark blinked, thought for a moment, and then exclaimed, "Is this the perverted thief Dad told me about?!"

A thief!

A good person with a sense of justice must protect their family!

Remembering how he had crushed Captain America, and recalling the lessons his father had taught him, Clark's small brain came to a conclusion.

Thieves are bad people, and bad people must be defeated!

He took a deep breath, walked over to the side of the room, raised his bed slightly to bolster his confidence, and then clenched his fist to encourage himself. With a serious expression, he opened the door and ran down the stairs.

He sprinted to the warehouse door, took a deep breath, carefully pushed the door open, and walked inside.

He was going to catch the thief and not let him escape!

As soon as he entered the warehouse, his sharp hearing caught the sound of the thief's breathing.

Clark looked around, grabbed a rake, and waved it in his hand. It was too light and awkward, so he tossed it aside and picked up a hammer that was taller than him, walking confidently toward the source of the noise.

"I've found you! Damn thief!" he shouted.

With Clark's words, he suddenly appeared in front of the thief.

The thief, Logan, was crouched behind a stack of wooden tools in the warehouse, looking like he was in pain, his body trembling lightly with sweat.

When Logan heard the shout, his heart skipped a beat. But as he looked up to see Clark standing in front of him with a giant hammer and a righteous look on his face, he couldn't help but chuckle.

What a cute kid.

Seeing the smile on the thief's face, Clark froze for a moment, then furiously shouted, "Are you mocking me? Perverted thief!"

With that, Clark swung the hammer at Logan.

Logan was momentarily stunned.

The kid's strength was incredible—he could swing such a huge hammer.

But still, he was just a kid.

Logan smiled faintly, raised his hand, and reached for the descending hammer.

Even though he wasn't in the best condition and hadn't fully adjusted to the adamantium injected into his body, dealing with a child like this would be easy…

Bang!

With a dull thud, the moment Logan grabbed the hammer, he realized something was wrong. Before he could react, his eyes went wide as he was sent flying by the impact of a single blow.

Bang!

He slammed against the wall like a painting, stunned.

Logan stared at Clark in disbelief, then couldn't help but mutter, "F*ck! This kid is a monster in a child's disguise!"

(End of Chapter)