Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Stare!

Eric and Charles glared at the back of Clark's head, silently expressing their frustrations from the morning.

Clark's forehead pulsed with irritation as he turned to look at them.

But the moment Clark turned his head, both of them looked out the window.

Clark turned his head again, and they continued… staring!

To Clark, who possessed super senses, this felt like a fly buzzing endlessly in front of his eyes.

Watching the trio's antics, Mike secretly chuckled.

A minute later...

"I said, that's enough already!" Clark snapped, giving the two a frustrated look. "It's just a wake-up call!"

"Yeah, we're just looking at you," Charles shrugged, while Eric nodded vigorously.

It was obvious that this idea had come from Charles; only he knew exactly how to annoy Clark.

Clark turned to Mike for help.

Mike tilted his head. "Don't look at me, solve it yourself. Or, if you want, just beat them up."

"Wow, Dad, you're biased!" Charles yelled, while Eric nodded crazily.

Clark, however, turned to look at the two, scanning them up and down with a cold smirk on his face.

Charles and Eric shrank back, their necks retracting.

Truth be told, they were a little scared of Clark when he acted like this.

Clark's smile grew wider, and the coldness on his face melted away as quickly as spring sunshine on frost.

But Charles and Eric had already calmed down.

"Thanks, Dad!" Clark said.

"Hehe!"

"Dad, you're biased!" Charles grumbled, glaring at Mike. "You favor big bro so much, making me and Eric feel like we were just picked up!"

Mike looked surprised. "Aren't you guys the ones who were picked up?"

The three kids already knew their origins, and this topic was no longer a sensitive one among them.

Eric rolled his eyes and muttered, "Don't say it, you'll go crazy."

"Ahhh!" Charles yelled, "Big bro was picked up too!"

"But you two were the 'buy one, get one free' deal."

Charles: (Д)ノ

Eric: ().

I told you not to say it, yet you just had to look for trouble.

Eric shot Charles an annoyed glance.

Charles curled up, whining.

Suddenly, Charles and Eric looked at each other, then simultaneously spoke up, "You're the one who was given away!"

"Hahaha!"

Mike and Clark couldn't help but laugh aloud, and the atmosphere in the car lightened with laughter.

...

The four arrived at their destination based on the address.

It was an upscale neighborhood, with beautiful surroundings and rows of villas.

However, the distance between each villa was so vast that they were ensured not to disturb one another.

"Is this the place?" Clark asked, standing in front of a villa's gate. After seeing the number on the gate, he turned and nodded at Mike.

Mike tossed the key to Clark.

After Clark opened the gate, they drove the car inside.

This place was a real hassle to enter; if it weren't for Charles' abilities, the security would have blocked them.

The yard was huge, with a garden, a garage, a swimming pool...

It was a beautiful place, but since no one had lived there for a long time and no one had been hired to clean, it looked a bit messy.

Weeds and dust...

Mike turned to the three young men behind him and smiled.

Their faces darkened.

They thought they'd just show up and move in, but now... they had to clean?

"Ah! You guys go clean up. I'll go buy some groceries. What do you want to eat?"

The three of them instantly perked up. "Braised pork!"

"No problem!"

Mike turned to leave.

The three paused for a moment, then their faces darkened.

So the dad was just slacking off?

"Sigh!"

"Ah!"

"Hmph!"

Clark said to the others, "Let's get started."

The three of them found cleaning tools, encouraged each other, and began to clean.

Charles, holding the mop, diligently cleaned the floor.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure zoomed past at incredible speed, and like a phantom, it moved back and forth around the room.

Charles gazed in envy. Clark's speed was really convenient when it came to cleaning.

He turned to look at Eric, his lips twitching, eyes burning with jealousy.

Now that guy's ability was truly convenient!

Eric sat on a chair, extending his palm, and several small metal pieces flew out of his hand, wrapping around the mop. With a thought, the mop began to move on its own.

It was as if several people were cleaning at once—fast and thorough—while he didn't even have to lift a finger.

Charles glanced at his own hands, muttering, "Useless ability! Can't even clean the floor!"

As the three of them worked hard cleaning, a sports car sped past the villa.

"Hmm?"

The driver was momentarily stunned, slamming on the brakes.

Screech!

With an ear-piercing sound, the red sports car stopped. A young man, his hair blown upward, pressed his sunglasses down, glanced at the open gate, and furrowed his brows before reversing his car.

"What's going on? Is Hank Pym back?"

He parked the car at the gate, got out, straightened his clothes, stood at the door for a moment, then walked inside with confident strides.

Looking at the villa and the yard, he sneered and muttered, "Still the same old style."

Standing at the door, he was about to ring the bell but then pressed his ear to the door.

Nothing.

Embarrassed, he cleared his throat and rang the doorbell.

The doorbell rang, and the young man straightened his clothes again. When the door opened, he spoke.

"You—"

He paused as his gaze shifted downward. With a flick of his fingers, he pushed his sunglasses up and revealed a pair of eyes full of a carefree attitude. Frowning, he asked, "Kid, who are you? Where's the original owner? Where's the head of the house?"

"Who are you?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yo-ho!" The young man grinned widely. "You're asking about me?"

Seeing the bratty look on his face, Charles resisted the urge to use his ability. Rolling his eyes, he said, "Uncle, are you here to deliver milk? We didn't order any, thanks!"

As soon as he finished, Charles tried to shut the door.

Bang!

The young man slammed his hand against the door, his face darkened, and he was clearly agitated. "What did you say? Deliver milk? Uncle?"

"Didn't you just hear that?" Charles muttered.

The young man took off his sunglasses, pointed at his face, and shouted, "Look closely! Do I look like an uncle to you? Have you ever seen a twenty-one-year-old uncle?"

"Isn't the person in front of me an uncle, then?" Charles waved his hand impatiently. "What's your name? What do you want?"

"Tony Stark!" Tony Stark took a deep breath, glaring at Charles, then smiled faintly. "You're looking at the heartthrob of millions of girls, the genius scientist Tony Stark! Not some uncle! And definitely not the milkman!"

Charles stared at Tony for three seconds with a blank expression, then said, "Shameless!"

Bang!

The door slammed shut.

Tony Stark's lips twitched, then he angrily pressed the doorbell again.

This time, Eric answered the door.

Eric frowned at Tony. Without waiting for him to speak, he said, "Uncle, go beg for food somewhere else!"

Bang!

(End of Chapter)