Life with superheroes

The plane soared through the blue sky, weaving between the white clouds. Clark's eyes gleamed as he gazed at the vast expanse of sky, filled with excitement. Mike, watching him, chuckled to himself.

'This kid might end up vomiting the next time he stares at the sky like this,' Mike thought.

Suddenly, the plane jolted twice, shaking violently. Mike's expression tensed slightly, but thankfully, the turbulence subsided, and the plane regained stability. He exhaled in relief.

Ever since the bombing of their house, Mike had been on edge, his nerves constantly frayed. The realization that his son, Clark, was not just any child, but Superman—a future superhero—had hit him hard. Superheroes, as Mike knew, always faced crises as they grew, often at great cost. And more often than not, that cost was paid by their parents.

This sense of impending doom lingered in his mind.

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'At least the plane ride was smooth,' Mike thought with a sigh of relief as they landed safely at the airport.

Once they disembarked, Clark's curiosity took over. His eyes darted around, marveling at everything new and unfamiliar, his excitement palpable as he ran around Mike.

Mike watched his son with a fond smile, but deep down, he sighed. After the bombing, one thing had become painfully clear to him: when danger comes, there is no escaping it, no matter where you hide it will find you. Instead of running, it is better to face it head-on and prepare Clark for the challenges that lay ahead. After all, there were far too many battles awaiting the child in the future.

Snapping back to the present, Mike took Clark's hand, hailed a taxi, and quickly left the airport.

That evening, at Kent Farm, Mike and Clark stood in front of the house.

[A/N: Just a bit of info, the house they were living in previously was also like a farm but it wasn't Kent Farm (basically the one in which supes grew)]

"Back here again," Mike muttered softly, gazing at the place that was both familiar and foreign.

Clark, glancing around, asked, "Is this our new home?"

Mike patted his head and replied, "Go knock on the door."

Clark ran ahead and was about to knock when the door opened on its own. A middle-aged couple stood in the doorway.

"Who are you?" the man asked, eyeing Mike.

"Mike Kent," Mike responded.

The man's eyes lit up in recognition. "Ah, I didn't expect you today. We thought you'd arrive tomorrow. We haven't had time to pack yet."

Mike smiled and stepped inside with Clark. Despite the house having changed since he left, it was clean and well-kept. Mike nodded in approval. The couple had done a good job maintaining it.

They walked into the living room, where the man offered them seats on the sofa. The woman soon brought coffee and juice, sitting down next to her husband, her eyes frequently darting toward Mike as though she had something on her mind but hesitated to speak.

Mike took a sip of his coffee, then said slowly, "You both..."

"We've found a place in town and will move out as soon as possible," the man interjected, his wife nodding along.

Mike gave a small smile. "No rush. Just make sure you're out in three days."

Both of them let out a collective sigh of relief.

Clark, meanwhile, sat silently, but his attention had long since shifted to the farm outside. He was already eager to explore and meet new friends.

The woman nudged her husband, urging him to speak. After a moment of hesitation, she took the initiative. "Mr. Kent, we were wondering… now that you're back, will you be managing the farm yourself, or do you plan to hire someone?"

They had worked for Mike for the past three years, and the job, with its good pay and fair boss, was not one she wanted to lose. It wasn't easy finding such an opportunity again.

Mike set down his cup, noticing their anxious expressions. "I'll definitely hire someone."

At this, both of them tensed up.

"But I don't plan on replacing either of you," Mike added with a smile. "You've done great work."

The man let out a cheer before catching himself. "Uh, thank you," he said, embarrassed.

Mary, the woman, relaxed, her smile growing wider. "Thank you so much, Mr. Kent."

"You've both done excellent work these past three years. I have no reason to let you go," Mike reassured them.

Mike knew the farm had been running smoothly in his absence, and that was thanks to their diligence. The couple was honest and hardworking, and Mike was more than satisfied with them.

Standing up, Mike said, "I'm a bit tired. My room..."

Mary quickly jumped in, "It's still your old room, Mr. Kent. We didn't touch it."

Mike nodded, leading Clark toward the room. Inside, the furnishings were exactly the same as they had been three years ago. Not a speck of dust was in sight, making it clear that the couple had maintained it regularly.

Mike was further impressed. "Thank you."

"No need to thank us," Bob replied. "We live here, so it's only right to keep it clean."

Mike gave them a grateful smile before closing the door.

"Rest up, Mr. Kent. We'll call you when dinner's ready," Mary's voice came through the door.

Mike responded with a quick "Thanks."

Once their footsteps faded, he turned to Clark, who was still inspecting the room with curious eyes. "Clark?"

Clark turned to his father, tilting his head. "Do you want to take a nap?"

"I'm not tired!" Clark shook his head, then asked, "Is this your old room? It's kinda boring."

Mike chuckled. "I'll take you shopping tomorrow."

Clark grinned, hugging Mike's legs. "Dad! Tell me about your past!"

Mike hesitated for a moment, but Clark tightened his hold, determined to "convince" his father.

"Fine, fine," Mike relented, smiling as he ruffled Clark's hair.

Clark eagerly kicked off his shoes and jumped onto the bed, ready for storytime.

As Mike recounted his harmonized version of past events, he couldn't help but feel content when he saw the admiration in Clark's eyes.

Later that evening, after a hearty meal prepared by Mary, Clark dozed off on the sofa while watching TV. Mike gently carried him back to their room, cleaned him up, and tucked him in before sitting down at his desk.

His recent mission with Logan had taken a toll, and he had used up quite a few of his cards. He needed to replenish them, or else he'd feel unsettled.

The more cards, the better, he thought, concentrating.

"Materialize!" Mike whispered, focusing his energy as a blank card appeared in his hand.

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