Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Tuk-tuk-tuk… 

Black smoke billowed from Mike's car as it sputtered to a stop. 

Turning a high-speed racer into an old farm tractor only required two things: pushing the speedometer to 180 km/h and adding three overly excited kids into the mix. 

Inside the car, Clark, Charles, and Eric exchanged uneasy glances, their excitement fading into nervousness. 

"This car… breaks down way too easily." 

They had barely gotten into the thrill of the ride, and now it was already out of commission? 

"What do we do?" Charles asked anxiously. 

Clark pressed his fingers against his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. 

Eric gulped. "How are we gonna explain this to Dad?" 

Clark took a deep breath. "We'll say I took it out for a drive and broke it." 

"But definitely not because we were speeding." Charles added quickly. "If Dad finds out the truth, Clark's dead meat." 

Clark hesitated but eventually nodded in agreement. Both he and Charles then turned to look at Eric. 

Eric scratched his head in frustration before nodding as well. 

"Alright, it's settled." 

Just as they reached an agreement, a police car pulled up in front of them, and an officer with a smirk stepped out, walking toward them. 

In unison, the three boys slapped their foreheads. 

"Leave it to me," Charles whispered. "Unless you want to lose your license." 

Knock knock! 

The officer rapped on the window, then looked at Clark's youthful face with a stern expression. 

"Kid, let me see your license." 

Clark pulled it out and handed it over. 

The officer glanced at it and sneered. "Impressive. I couldn't even catch up to you." 

Clark let out a dry chuckle, but Eric stuck his head out and grinned. "Thanks!" 

The officer shot him a side-eye. "Do I look like I was complimenting you?" 

He flipped open the license and scoffed. "Oh? First day, huh?" He then turned his gaze back to Clark. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" 

"Sorry," Clark admitted, scratching the back of his head. "It just felt slow at first, then… we got carried away." 

"Then maybe you should cool off. Your license is—" 

Before the officer could finish, Charles raised two fingers and lightly pressed them against his temple. 

"Officer, there's nothing wrong here, is there?" 

The officer blinked in confusion before nodding immediately. "That's right. Stay safe out there." 

He handed the license back. 

Clark quickly pocketed it, breathing a sigh of relief. 

As soon as the officer was out of sight, the three boys turned to look at each other, then at the smoking car hood, their faces filled with dismay. 

Eric nervously spoke up. "If the car's totally wrecked, Dad's gonna have to spend a fortune to fix it." 

Hearing that, Clark and Charles grimaced. 

Their family owned a farm, and while they weren't exactly poor, their dad worked hard to support all three of them. 

They weren't the type to waste money recklessly, and wrecking a car like this made them feel guilty. 

"So… Charles?" 

Eric tilted his head toward him. 

Charles pursed his lips, but before he could say anything, Clark spoke firmly. "Don't even think about it!" 

Hearing that, both Charles and Eric actually relaxed. 

"Don't worry," Clark reassured them. "It's probably not too serious. Let's head home—Dad's gonna start worrying if we're out much longer." 

Charles and Eric sighed in relief. If Clark said it was fine, then it had to be fine. 

"Alright, so who's driving?" 

Charles looked at the other two expectantly. 

Clark and Eric exchanged glances before silently extending their hands. 

Rock, paper, scissors! 

"Haha!" Eric burst into triumphant laughter. 

Clark shrugged indifferently. "Alright, just keep the wheel steady." 

He stepped out of the car and moved to the back. After scanning the area to make sure no one was watching, the corners of his mouth curled up. 

"Ready?" 

The next second, Clark pushed— 

And the car vanished in an instant. 

"AHHH!"

Two piercing screams seemed to linger in the air. 

By the time the car came to a stop, Charles and Eric felt like their souls had nearly left their bodies. 

It had been way too fast—Eric had no control over the steering. The only reason they made it in one piece was because Clark had handled everything. 

Stumbling out of the car, both of them looked pale as they leaned against it, vomiting uncontrollably. 

At that moment, Mike stepped outside. Seeing the scene before him, he couldn't help but chuckle. 

"What's wrong? Car sick?" 

Car sick? 

No! 

They were Clark-sick! 

Shaking their heads, they glanced at Clark—only to feel another wave of nausea hit them. 

Clark stood there, looking completely innocent. 

"Hmm?" 

Mike's eyes landed on the smoking car hood. "The car?" 

A string of garbled text flashed across his mind, but he ignored it. 

"Uh… something went wrong," Clark admitted stiffly. 

Mike narrowed his eyes, studying the three of them closely. He quickly noticed Eric avoiding his gaze and instantly understood. 

"Nothing serious happened, right?" 

The three boys nodded in unison. 

Mike exhaled slowly. "Don't let it happen again." 

Relieved, the trio sighed in sync. 

Eric muttered under his breath, "Knew we couldn't fool Dad." 

Clark hesitated before speaking up. "Dad… if the repairs cost too much, just take it out of my allowance." 

Eric and Charles nodded in agreement. 

Mike paused for a moment, then laughed. "It's just a car repair—it won't cost much. Our family isn't so poor that I need to take your allowance for it." 

With that, he turned and walked back inside. But in his heart, he felt a wave of warmth. 

His kids were responsible. He was proud of them. 

As for revealing the family's actual financial situation… 

Mike thought about it and decided to wait until they were older. 

Watching their father's retreating figure, the three boys felt deeply touched. 

Having a dad like this was the best. 

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Drip… drip… 

Rain fell steadily outside, wrapping the world in silence. 

Mike stood before his wardrobe, his expression unreadable. 

He pulled out a black suit and a crisp white shirt. After changing, he stood before the mirror, straightening his clothes. 

The well-fitted suit emphasized his tall, strong frame. But as he caught sight of the increasing strands of gray at his temples, he simply smiled. 

Still as handsome as ever. 

Though, without realizing it, he had already stepped firmly into middle age. 

He had tried manifesting miracle elixirs and cultivation manuals before, but none of them ever appeared. 

His abilities were powerful—but he wasn't God. He couldn't summon things out of pure imagination. 

In the end, his powers had limits. He wasn't omnipotent. 

Still… 

Mike counted on his fingers. 

At the very least, he would live long enough to see Clark and the others grow up, get married, and have kids. 

Much better than Howard, that poor guy. 

Today was Howard's funeral. 

After struggling for over a year, he had finally left this world—reluctant, yet at peace. 

Before passing, he had called Mike one last time, thanking him again. He had also left Mike a gift. 

A thank-you… and a gift. 

But Mike didn't feel that Howard owed him anything. 

Over the years, Howard had acted as a true friend, covering up and erasing the traces left behind by Mike and the three kids whenever needed. 

For that, Mike was deeply grateful. 

A friend… 

Mike turned and stepped out of the room. 

It was time to send his friend off on his final journey. 

(End of Chapter)