Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Clark, still holding the hammer, glared at Logan with puffed cheeks, his face looking like a chubby little bun, so cute it was almost unbearable.

Logan swallowed, and after the initial surprise, couldn't help but smile.

This kid... he's a mutant!

An ordinary child would never be able to lift that hammer.

Logan's gaze softened, and a smile appeared on his face.

Clark, however, stepped back cautiously and said, "Perverted thief! What do you want? Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have bad intentions?"

Logan's face stiffened. "I'm not a pervert!"

Clark raised the hammer and glared at Logan. "My dad says that people who don't wear clothes and show their... hairy, big caterpillars in front of kids are perverts!"

Logan's mouth twitched. "What kind of things is your dad teaching you? Is he out of his mind?"

"Don't talk bad about my dad! You perverted thief!"

Clark held the hammer high, his short legs moving swiftly as he charged at Logan.

"Yah!"

Clark yelled, trying to look fierce but still sounding cute.

Logan chuckled, watching him with amusement, stepping aside to avoid the hammer as Clark's attack left a large hole in the wall.

"Ugh!"

Clark spat the dust out of his mouth and yelled at Logan, "If you're so brave, don't dodge!"

"Ha ha!"

Logan couldn't help but laugh at Clark's antics.

At that moment, Mike returned home and heard the noise from the warehouse. He opened the door and walked in, just in time to see a naked man laughing at his son.

"Son of a b****! Perverted fool!"

A rush of anger ignited in Mike's chest. His heart pounded violently as he acted on instinct. The moment the man heard him, Mike launched a flying kick straight into his chest, sending him flying back.

Logan crashed to the ground, gritting his teeth, hands clenched, his adamantium claws almost slipping out of control.

Clark, still holding the hammer, ran over, babbling excitedly. Mike took a big step, scooped him up, and easily grabbed the hammer from his hands. With a single swing, he pressed the hammer onto Logan's chest as Logan struggled to rise.

Logan paused, looking up at Mike, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. "Buddy, trust me, it's not what you think. I'm not a bad guy."

Mike studied his face, his gaze briefly filled with an unspoken question before he responded, "Name."

Logan replied coolly, "Logan."

"That's Wolverine."

Mike considered for a moment before saying, "Looks like you've had a rough time."

Logan let out a bitter chuckle. "Extremely rough."

"Damn..."

Thinking about the trouble he'd been through lately, Logan couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

Mike lifted the hammer and set it aside. "Get up."

Clark whispered to Mike, "Dad, he's not a thief?"

Mike ruffled Clark's hair and smiled. "He's probably not a thief."

At this, Logan nodded. Of course, he wasn't a thief.

"At most, I'm just a pervert!"

Logan's smile froze on his face.

"Ha ha!"

Mike laughed happily.

He put Clark down on the ground and, reaching into his pocket, pulled out some change. He walked over to Logan, whistling. Logan looked at him, confused, as Mike placed the coins in his hand. Holding Clark's hand, Mike walked toward the warehouse exit. "If you don't mind, I have some old clothes you can borrow."

Logan stood frozen, holding the money, a little touched but also puzzled.

He met a good person, but why was he getting money?

Logan looked down at himself, then remembered the whistle Mike had made. It felt like a shock, and his mouth twitched in disbelief. He shouted, "F*ck! You're the stripper!"

"Ha ha!"

Mike's laughter rang out from outside.

Logan's face darkened, but then he chuckled and walked toward the warehouse door. Just as he was about to step outside, he suddenly felt a chill in his groin area. He quickly turned around and shouted at Mike, "Buddy, at least give me some pants!"

*Thirty minutes later...*

After taking a shower and changing into Mike's clothes, Logan stepped out of the bathroom.

"Yo, looking sharp!"

Mike grinned at him, and Clark nodded seriously like a little adult, then hesitated. "Dad, if he wears clothes, is he still a pervert?"

Logan bared his teeth and made a fierce face at Clark, then suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a bear hug. "Say that again, and I'll eat you up!"

Clark clenched his fist and said, "I'm not afraid!"

"Ah!"

Logan made an exaggerated, menacing sound.

A wolf's growl!

Clark couldn't help but laugh.

"Clark, call him Uncle Logan."

Clark nodded and said, "Uncle."

Logan grinned, giving Clark a kiss on the cheek. "This has been the happiest thing that's happened to me in the last few days."

"In a little while, there'll be something even happier."

Mike tapped the table.

Logan's eyes lit up, a hint of expectation rising in his chest...

*One hour later...*

Logan, with a deadpan expression, squatted outside Mike's warehouse, using tools to patch up the hole Clark had made.

His expectations were clearly misplaced...

Mike had tricked him. There was no other explanation!

Sighing, he glanced sideways at Clark, who was sitting beside him, and gently asked, "You want to help me, kid?"

At least Clark had a kind heart.

Clark shook his head. "Dad told me to watch the consequences of acting impulsively."

"But didn't you make this hole?" Logan raised an eyebrow.

Clark sheepishly looked down at the ground. "Yeah, that's why Dad wants me to see the trouble impulsive actions cause, so I'll think before I act next time."

Logan paused, then gently patted Clark's head. "You've got a good dad. What else did he say?"

Clark thought for a moment and then said, "He said I should ask you if you're happy."

*I'm happy, my foot!*

Logan cursed silently in his mind, feeling a sudden urge to slice Mike with his claws. He turned to Clark and said, "Forget what I said earlier. Your dad's a jerk!"

Taking a deep breath...

"F*ck!"

He muttered under his breath and went back to fixing the wall.

*Later that evening*, after Logan had finished repairing the wall and returned to Mike's house with his tools, the sight of the dinner table made him feel like the afternoon spent fixing the wall hadn't been in vain.

"It looks delicious!"

Logan praised as he sat down.

"My dad's cooking is definitely the best!"

Clark was generous with his praise, puffing out his chest proudly, mimicking the rooster on the farm.

Mike smiled and gently patted Clark on the head. "Time to eat!"

After a hearty meal, Logan, picking his teeth, glanced at Clark. "Is your kid a mutant?"

"No, he just has a lot of strength."

Mike answered vaguely.

Logan didn't press, instead asking, "What about you?"

"I'm not."

"You..."

"Logan."

Mike interrupted and smiled. "Can I ask what kind of trouble you've gotten into?"

Logan fell silent, recalling his recent experiences. He opened his mouth but couldn't find the words. Then, he shrugged and said, "I get it."

(End of Chapter)