Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"Welcome!"

Hank Pym opened the door and smiled at the family of four standing outside, giving Mike a brief hug.

"Uncle Hank, this is a hotpot seasoning that Dad specially made for you."

Clark handed over the gift.

Hank Pym's eyes twitched slightly, feeling a sudden burn in a certain area.

"Wow! This is amazing!"

Hope happily accepted it and turned to Mike. "Sorry for the trouble, Uncle. I just casually mentioned it, and I can't believe Clark actually had you make it."

Hank Pym took a deep breath, composed himself, and said, "Please come in."

"Wow, your house is huge!" Charles and Eric couldn't help but exclaim.

Hope graciously replied, "Feel free to play!"

"Don't be shy, sit down."

Hank Pym invited Mike and his family to sit, and after Hope served drinks and water to everyone, he added, "Just a moment, I'll have everything ready in a minute."

Mike offered, "Do you need any help?"

"That would be wonderful!" Hank Pym said with relief. "I've been struggling with this."

Mike paused, realizing that Hank wasn't just being polite.

They both laughed and went into the kitchen, leaving the space to the kids.

The kitchen was a bit messy, and Mike couldn't help but frown.

Hank Pym awkwardly explained, "Well, I was thinking of grilling some meat. It's a simple dish, and it's the only thing I'm confident I can make. But as you can see, it's turning out to be harder than I expected."

Mike rolled up his shirt sleeves. "What do you need me to do?"

"Could you help me chop some vegetables?"

"Simple!" Mike grabbed a knife, testing its weight in his hand before beginning to chop with a speed that left Hank Pym amazed.

"That's impressive," Hank Pym complimented as he started preparing the meat.

A few moments later, the ingredients were ready, and everyone moved to the backyard.

"Wow, you have a swimming pool too!" Charles exclaimed enviously, eyeing Hope.

Hope smiled and pinched Charles' cheek. "You can come play anytime."

She turned to Clark. "You too."

Clark nodded.

Eric, however, pouted and turned to Mike. "Dad, we should build a pool at our house too!"

"Sure, I'll leave it to you and Charles."

"Actually, forget it."

Eric slumped in defeat.

"Ha ha!" Clark and Charles laughed mercilessly, instantly provoking Eric, and the three of them began chasing each other. Soon, Hope was dragged into the chaos, and the whole backyard was filled with laughter and play.

Hank Pym watched the scene, enviously glancing at Mike. "Your family is so lively."

"Sometimes it's so lively that it feels like my head is going to explode," Mike chuckled, handing Hank Pym one of the two beers he had grabbed. Mike then sat at a nearby table, and the two began chatting.

After a while, the aroma of grilled meat filled the air, and the little ones gathered around the grill, eagerly waiting.

"Here, bring the plates!" Hank Pym called out, and the kids immediately appeared with plates in hand.

"We were ready a long time ago!" Charles said with a grin, handing his plate to Hank Pym.

Hank Pym smiled as he served the kids their meat, then brought a plate over to Mike.

Mike took a bite and nodded in approval, giving Hank Pym a thumbs-up.

Hank Pym breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the grill.

As the kids continued to play and mess around, time passed quickly.

Hank Pym and Mike sat at the table, eating grilled meat, drinking beer, and watching the well-fed children splashing in the pool.

Hank Pym sighed, "I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time."

"Actually, I haven't spent such quality time with Hope in a while either."

Hank Pym shook his head. "We've had some issues between us because of her mother. I used to be so caught up in work that I barely had time to be with her. Now that I look back, those bastards weren't worth the sacrifices I made."

Hank Pym couldn't help but mutter a curse.

He was likely referring to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s actions of secretly replicating his research, which had angered him and led to his decision to quit.

Internally cursing under his breath, Mike raised his bottle and lightly clinked it with Hank's. "Cheers to those bastards..."

"Huh?"

"At least it's not too late for you to see through them!"

"Haha!" Hank Pym laughed. "You're right, they deserve it."

He raised his bottle toward the horizon.

"Splash!"

Suddenly, a jet of clear water splashed onto Hank Pym's face. In an instant, his neatly combed hair fell loose.

"Giggling!" Hope laughed from a distance.

"Pfft!"

Mike couldn't hold back a laugh, pointing at Hank Pym, whose hair was now a mess, and teasing, "You look like a drowned rat."

"You..." Hank Pym began.

"Splash!!"

Three streams of water sprayed onto Mike, drenching him from head to toe.

Hank Pym grinned, a hint of mischief in his smile, and pointed at Mike. "Drowned dog."

The two exchanged a look before they both shouted and charged toward the kids by the pool.

The air was filled with squeals, water splashing everywhere, followed by bursts of laughter.

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Three days later, at Mike's house...

"Over there, yes, a bit deeper! A little more!"

"Wow, looks great!"

Mike stood at the back of the house, wearing a straw hat, directing several workers as they dug the pool.

Ever since returning from Hank Pym's place, he'd been planning this. Finally, today, he managed to get the workers and start the construction.

"Alright, this size works. The rest is up to you."

Mike said to the workers, satisfied with the pool's progress, which was already big enough to hold fish.

He had the land to spare, after all.

Returning home, Mike cleaned off the dirt, changed into fresh clothes, and went to pick up the kids from school. However, he received some new news from Clark.

"What? A fun sports day? And parents have to participate?"

Mike stared at Clark, muttering, "Why does your school always have so many issues?"

Clark shrugged. "It's just the four-legged race with two families."

"Four-legged race? And you need two families?"

"Don't worry about that part. I already talked to Hope, and we're teaming up with them."

"Fine."

Mike turned to Clark and Charles. "What about you two? No activities at school?"

They shook their heads. "This time, it's a sports event for the older students. We're just cheerleaders for the first and second graders."

"Hah!" Mike's face lit up with a grin. "That'll save me the trouble."

"Ugh, we actually wanted to participate!" Eric sighed, holding his small head with a look of anguish.

Mike looked at the little guy, puzzled.

Charles grinned mischievously and explained, "Eric likes seeing others lose to him."

Eric hummed softly, adding, "I also like seeing you cry when I beat you."

"Who—who has cried from you beating them? Don't say nonsense!"

"Want to test it?"

"Dad, he's going to beat me! Waaa!"

(End of Chapter)