The Father of American Comics Superheroes

“According to the latest news, a week ago, several ice sheets were restored in the Arctic overnight, and the originally melted glaciers also appeared one after another. This abnormal imagination is incomprehensible and unexplainable. Experts are going to investigate the cause, and some religious figures, attribute it to a miracle, saying it is a gift from God.”

The gift from God?

Clark, who was eating breakfast, glanced at Mike, who was preparing the lunch for Gwen to take to school, and couldn’t help but hook the corners of his mouth.

If it was a miracle, then his father …… was a god?

These people are really interesting. The good ones are miracles, and the bad ones are divine punishment.

And that group of experts, I hope they won’t become bald because they can’t understand or explain clearly.

That day, after their father and son were fighting, his dad, yes, the middle-aged man who was making some kind of meat loaf, after using a new power, restored the environment destroyed by their fight as before not to mention, but also on a whim, flying around, making a lot of glaciers and ice fields, so that over the years, the Arctic, which was constantly destroyed by the greenhouse effect, recovered a lot.

He should be given a medal as an ambassador of environmental protection.

Clark couldn’t help but spit out in his heart, pressed his chest out of habit, reacted with a slight buzz, and shook his head with a smile.

The key was given to him for safekeeping by Mike, and as for the ship, before leaving, they iced it back into the ice and had it activated for shielding.

As long as it wasn’t glacially damaged and was seen directly, that airship shouldn’t be discovered.

“Brother!”

Gwen, who had freshened herself up and yawned, came down the stairs and hugged Clark.

Clark kissed Gwen’s little face, straightened Gwen’s collar, and said, “This afternoon, I’ll pick you up from school, okay?”

The tone was gentle like a spring breeze, and the attitude was completely different from the treatment of Eric and the others.

“No need!” Gwen shook her head and said, “I’m a big girl now, I can take the school bus back by myself.”

Clark stroked Gwen’s head and said, “If there’s anything, make sure you tell your brother, ok.”

“Mm-hmm!”

Gwen nodded her head, smiled happily, ran toward the kitchen, looked at the meat loaf Mike was preparing, swallowed and said, “Dad, how did you know I wanted to eat this?”

Mike smiled and said, “Because I’m your daddy.”

Last night, this little girl was shouting meat loaf in her sleep and talking in her sleep.

“Giggle!”

Gwen smiled as she carried away her own breakfast, sat down at the table, looked at Clark in his suit, and said, “Brother, are you going to the interview today?”

“Yes!”

“I hope you have a successful interview!”

Gwen held up her own palm.

Slap!

Clark gave Gwen a high five and said, “When I get a job, I’ll buy you a nice meal.”

“Mmmmmm!”

Gwen ate her sandwich, nodded her head frantically, rolled her eyes, and whispered to Clark, “I want candy, all kinds of candy.”

Clark reached out and flicked Gwen’s head and said, “I don’t want to get hit by Dad.”

“Slightly!” Gwen spat out a tongue and said, “Coward!”

Coward?

You don’t know how heartless Dad is!

He remembered one time when the three brothers didn’t finish their homework, his dad actually used some kind of monthly reading to make them write the homework for a whole day and night.

When he thought of it now, he couldn’t help but shiver.

“What are you guys talking about?”

Mike walked out with a lunch box and looked at the two curiously after stuffing it into Gwen’s backpack.

“Nothing.”

Gwen shook her head.

Mike looked at the two men suspiciously and said to Clark, “Where did you go for your interview today?”

“The newspaper office.” Clark smiled, “After all these years out there, I’m pretty experienced at taking pictures.”

He had a box in his room filled with photos he had mailed in, all taken while he was out wandering, and Mike had organized all those photos and saved them all for him.

Now look at it, full of memories.

“I’m full!”

Gwen finished her milk, grabbed her school bag and headed out.

“Wait a minute, I’ll go with you.”

Clark picked up a side suit and followed along with Gwen to leave.

Watching the two men’s backs, Mike gave a smile.

The house had become lively again.

Eric and Charles, it would be nice to have them back as well.

However, remembering what the two have to do now……

I guess it will be a long time yet, but Clark’s return, have to find a chance to talk to them.

Shaking his head, Mike leisurely ate his breakfast and watched the news.

Gwen was going to school and Clark was looking for a job, did he have to find something for himself to do as well?

Mike mused and muttered, “When they both get back, ask them what they think.”

After finishing breakfast and cleaning up the dishes, Mike, who was bored at home, decided to play games online to kill some time when his doorbell was rung.

Who could be here at this hour?

Curious, Mike walked towards the door, opened it and looked at the pair of men and women at the door and froze, and then showed a smile.

Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers.

Looking at the two men holding arms, as they were about to open their mouths to greet each other, Mike couldn’t help but say, “Peggy, you brought your grandson to visit my house?”

Steve’s face stiffened and Peggy Carter, after freezing her hands, let go of Steve and picked up her bag, smashing Mike while saying angrily, “You’re the one who’s my grandson, you jerk!”

Mike stepped backwards, pointed at Steve and shouted, “Quick! Stop your grandmother!”

“How dare you?”

Peggy Carter chased after Mike and gave him a beating.

Steve watched this scene, could not help but reveal a smile, a little nervousness and restraint in the heart, instantly disappeared.

It seems that these two people have a very good relationship.

He sighed in his heart, could not help but reveal a smile, looking at the figure of Peggy Carter, eyes full of tenderness.

This is a good girl, that even now has gray hair, but in his eyes is still the beautiful and proud of the English rose.

A wake up, the sea has changed, the world has become he will not recognize, but only Peggy Carter of this love has not changed a little.

He held the heart of certain death but only slept, but Peggy Carter with the heart of waiting, tormented for decades!

Just the thought of his Carter, every day spent in the thoughts of him, his heart cannot help but tremble.

So, how could he resent the current Carter?

“Hoo-hoo!”

Peggy Carter propped up her legs and looked at Mike in exasperation, and Mike pointed at Steve at the door and said, “Tsk, Steve will have to suffer later.”

Peggy Carter hummed softly, turned her head to look at Steve, saw his gentle look at her, face slightly red and said: “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I want to make up for these decades.”