Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"Carol."

At that moment, Mike called out.

When Carol turned to look at him, he grinned and pointed toward the farmland in the distance. "Don't forget to take out the trash over there."

Carol was momentarily stunned before chuckling. "I almost forgot. I'll take care of it."

With that, she headed toward the battlefield to clean up the mess.

"Dad, I'm hungry," Eric whispered to Mike.

Originally, they had just gone out to buy groceries—who could've expected so much to happen afterward?

Mike smiled and said, "I'll make something delicious for you all today."

After everything that had happened, the three kids had achieved new milestones, and Mike's abilities had also grown significantly. It was the perfect excuse for a little celebration.

"Talos, you're welcome to join us," Mike called out.

Talos hesitated for a moment before expressing his gratitude. "Thank you."

"What about me?"

Nick Fury, still holding Goose, pointed at himself.

Mike smirked. "If you wash the dishes later, I might consider making you a plate."

Nick Fury grinned. "No problem! Washing dishes is my specialty."

Hearing this, Mike secretly laughed to himself. If only he had a recorder—he'd save this moment and play it when Fury became the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. later on.

Now that would be the ultimate social embarrassment.

A short while later, after Carol brought Yon-Rogg's corpse back to the Kree ship, she returned to Mike's house. Everyone sat around chatting while waiting for dinner.

Clark played with Goose, while Eric and Charles played with Talos' daughter. When she suddenly shapeshifted into Charles, both boys let out a startled cry.

Seeing this, Talos and his wife exchanged a smile.

It felt like their lives were finally moving in a better direction.

Soon, the enticing aroma of food drifted out from the kitchen.

"Clark, come help serve the dishes!"

Mike called out to him.

Clark quickly stepped into the kitchen, and one by one, he carried out plates of beautifully prepared food.

Just the sight of the dishes made everyone burst into praises. And after tasting them, they had nothing but enthusiastic thumbs-ups to give.

After a satisfying meal, the group chatted idly. When the topic of the Skrulls searching for a new home came up, Carol remembered Mar-Vell's words.

She decided to leave with them and help them find a home.

At this moment, they needed her more.

With her decision made, she approached Mike while Fury was busy washing dishes.

"Mike, I really appreciate everything you've done this time," she said sincerely.

Mike chuckled. "Just don't bring trouble with you next time."

Carol laughed. "I'll say goodbye to Fury, then we'll be on our way."

Mike nodded.

Carol entered the kitchen, exchanged a few words with Fury, and then stepped out with him.

After bidding farewell to Mike and his family, she and the Skrulls boarded the ship and took off.

As Mike and Fury watched the spaceship disappear from view, Carol turned to Talos.

"You head back to the lab first—I have something to take care of."

Now that her memories had returned, she remembered her best friend.

Before leaving Earth, she needed to see her one last time.

Talos nodded. "No problem."

…

Outside Mike's house, he and Fury stood at the doorstep, gazing at the now-peaceful sky.

"What a day," Fury sighed, still holding Goose.

Mike nodded. "Good thing I don't live in town."

They had been lucky today. Since his house was in a remote area, no outsiders had witnessed the battle.

Fury chuckled before his expression turned serious. "Seriously, thanks for saving me today."

Mike let out a small hum of acknowledgment before suddenly asking, "Since you have so much time to talk… have you finished washing the dishes?"

Fury froze.

"…Then what are you still standing here for?"

"Got it..."

"All done. Now hurry up and take your piece-of-junk plane out of here—it's taking up too much space."

"Oh."

Nick Fury responded weakly.

Mike let out a soft hum of acknowledgment before turning and walking back into the house.

Watching Mike's retreating figure, Fury shook his head with a smile.

Was Mike really an assassin in the past?

Maybe it was his current life that changed him… those three kids.

Fury glanced at the trio, who were either roughhousing or listening to music, and couldn't help but smile.

He was envious.

…

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

The three kids never stopped growing, and before they knew it, Clark had turned sixteen.

Sixteen—a significant milestone in a young person's life.

At least, that's what Clark, Charles, and Eric believed.

As Clark held up his freshly issued driver's license, Charles and Eric looked on with envy.

Even though his age meant he had several driving restrictions, it was still enough to excite the two of them.

"Come on, let's take a ride around town," Clark said, tucking away his license and tossing the car keys he had just gotten from Mike.

Charles and Eric grinned mischievously before pushing and shoving each other toward their family car.

Once the engine roared to life, Clark skillfully maneuvered the vehicle onto the road and drove off into the distance.

Since their house was quite far from town, he felt safe enough to drive alone.

According to the law, a newly licensed driver his age was supposed to have an adult accompany them. If he got caught driving alone, he'd be in trouble.

Clark started off at a relaxed pace, but as he watched the scenery slowly fade into the background, his foot instinctively pressed down on the accelerator.

60… 70… 100… 120… 150…

He barely felt anything—compared to his own speed, this was nothing.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Charles instinctively grabbed the overhead handle, his face lighting up with excitement.

"Faster! Go that way!" he shouted, pointing ahead.

Clark turned the wheel sharply, the tires screeching against the pavement as the car skidded dangerously toward the roadside.

He hadn't slowed down at all before making the turn.

At this rate, the car was going to flip!

But Eric was quick to react. Just as the vehicle was about to roll over, he clenched his fist, and an invisible force pulled the car back into balance, keeping it steady as it continued racing forward.

"Woohoo!"

The three of them cheered in exhilaration.

The deafening roar of the engine only fueled their excitement.

Clark, lost in the thrill, gradually veered off course, heading farther and farther from home.

Caught up in the moment, none of them noticed the police car parked by the roadside, monitoring for speeders…

Whoosh!

Their car shot past like a hurricane, stirring up a gust of wind in its wake.

Inside the police cruiser, the officer blinked in surprise before glancing at the radar gun.

Seeing the numbers spike wildly, he slammed his hand on the dashboard and roared, "Unbelievable! These punks have no respect for the law!"

Fuming, he hit the gas and sped after them.

But to his frustration, the car ahead was simply too fast.

It took sharp turns without even slowing down—at one point, it seemed like the vehicle was about to fly off the road, only to miraculously stay grounded.

The officer squinted in disbelief.

"What the hell kind of car is that?!"

He smacked the steering wheel in frustration.

But just then, he spotted smoke rising from the distance.

The speeding car had finally come to a stop.

For a moment, the officer was stunned, then a victorious grin spread across his face.

"Gotcha!"

(End of Chapter)