Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Mike hadn't participated in a school sports event for a long time, but watching the kids race across the field, he felt as though he had been transported back to his youthful days…

"Dad, what are you thinking about?" Clark nudged Mike.

Mike blinked, and said, "I was wondering if I should add some unforgettable memories to your childhood."

A chill ran through Clark, and he quickly responded, "Uncle Hank and them are here already. Should we practice a bit?"

He pointed toward the families competing in the distance. "I heard they've been practicing for a long time."

"What's there to practice?"

Mike shrugged nonchalantly. "If I exert a little force, we'll win!"

"That's right!"

As they spoke, Hank Pym, accompanied by Hope, walked over and nodded at Mike.

He liked Mike's confidence.

"By the way, aren't you also participating in the boys' and girls' relay? You should go prepare."

Mike gave Clark a nudge.

Hank added, "We'll cheer you on!"

"Who needs your cheering!" Hope couldn't help but smile, grabbing Clark and quickly pulling him away.

Mike: "Youth..."

Hank: "So good..."

The two exchanged a look.

"Hahaha!"

"What about those two kids?" Hank Pym asked curiously.

Mike pointed to their respective classes. "They're involved in class activities, don't worry about them."

Hank nodded. "I remember that Clark's class has a tug-of-war competition before the relay. Is Clark participating?"

"Uh... yes!"

"Then let's go cheer for him."

"Actually, it's not necessary..."

"Come on, don't be shy. You're his dad!" Hank Pym clapped Mike on the back and headed toward the tug-of-war area.

Mike covered his face and followed.

Earlier that morning, Mike had specifically told Clark not to go too hard in the tug-of-war.

The tug-of-war was intense, with the kids straining with all their might, leaning back as they pulled, while the audience screamed, as if trying to lend their strength to the children.

Mike: (￣ー￣)ノ.

He remained calm.

Finally, it was Clark's class's turn.

Mike's anxiety began to rise.

Hank Pym laughed, offering comfort. "Don't worry, even if you lose, it's no big deal."

"You don't understand!" Mike shook his head.

The match began!

At the sound of the whistle, the parents, acting as spectators, screamed in a frenzy, seemingly trying to buff their own children, but Mike nervously shouted, "Take it easy, son!"

Amidst the uniform cheering, Mike's voice stood out, and the other parents turned to glare at him.

Hank Pym nudged Mike with his elbow.

Mike glanced at the others and said, "What's the matter? Haven't you seen someone cheer before?"

"You can't cheer like that!"

One parent muttered under their breath.

Mike shot a glare in their direction. "What do you know?!"

The parent flinched and quickly turned back to cheer for their own kid.

The tug-of-war was tight, with Clark carefully controlling his strength.

For him, maintaining control of his power to keep the situation balanced was much harder than actually winning the match.

"Use a little more force, just a little, Clark!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Mike.

Once again, that odd parent.

Mike paid them no mind, focusing entirely on Clark. He was afraid that Clark might apply too much force and send the other kids flying.

Clark took a deep breath, and with a subtle pull of one hand, managed to get the opponents across the line.

"Ohhh!"

"Awesome! My son is amazing!"

"Great job!"

Amid the cheers, Mike finally exhaled.

Well done!

Clark's control over his strength was getting better and better.

Mike winked at Clark, who responded with a thumbs-up. The father and son exchanged knowing smiles.

They didn't need to see the result.

Sure enough, after several rounds, Clark's class claimed victory.

Hank Pym looked at the sweaty Clark and said, "Nice job, kid!"

This kid had put in a lot of effort. He wondered, Would the relay race be okay for him?

Clark smiled at him.

Mike patted Clark on the shoulder. "Well... well done."

"I'm going to get ready for the race," Clark said before turning to leave.

"Let's go, to the stands!" Hank Pym jogged off excitedly.

Mike couldn't help but shake his head as he watched Hank's retreating figure.

This is what fatherhood looks like.

About half an hour later, after the short sprint competition, it was finally time for the mixed 300x2 relay race.

"Go, Hope! Clark!" Hank Pym shouted loudly, his excitement almost matching that of when he, as Ant-Man, infiltrated enemy lines.

As for Mike...

ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

He remained calm.

As long as Hope didn't hand over the relay baton to Clark at the last second, there was no real competition in this race.

Of course, Mike and Clark would never do something like that.

"Look, that's my son! Isn't he handsome? Isn't he strong?"

A couple of Black parents, standing next to Mike, noticed he wasn't cheering and assumed he was just there to watch the race. They excitedly started talking about their son, a strong, athletic-looking boy.

Mike nodded indifferently.

Thinking Mike was impressed by their son, the Black couple immediately gave him a friendly smile.

Bang!

The signal gun fired.

The girls in the starting positions instantly shot off the line.

"Go, Hope! Go!"

At first, Hank Pym was shouting softly, but as he watched Hope push herself forward, giving it her all for the win, he couldn't help but stand up and cheer loudly.

Well, when it comes to his daughter, he didn't act like a superhero, tech mogul, or billionaire at all.

Finally, Hope handed off the baton, and as soon as it touched Clark's hand, he shot off the line, quickly catching up to first place.

Seeing this, Mike sighed in relief.

Nothing too dramatic—good job.

But then, the Black couple next to him shouted loudly, "Come on, baby, shake off that little black-haired brat!"

Little brat?

Mike froze for a moment.

"Look at that kid, he's such a sissy. Get him, Pichi!"

Sissy?

A cold glint flashed in Mike's eyes.

"He's only good for kissing your ass!"

That's enough!

Mike angrily pushed the couple away, then shouted at Clark, "Clark! Overtake that kid, show some strength! Don't let him win too easily!"

The Black couple stared at Mike, realizing too late that Mike was on the opposite side.

"Baby! Beat him!"

They yelled, pushing and shoving Mike as they continued to shout.

Mike pressed their heads down and shouted toward Clark, "Go for it!"

(End of Chapter)