Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Coulson—Mike's least favorite person to encounter while traveling. Whenever he ran into him, something always seemed to go wrong during the trip.

And sure enough, as the plane soared into the sky, smoothly cutting through the clouds and heading toward Mike's destination—Hawaii—they encountered a hijacking.

Once again... it happened.

Mike watched five men holding guns, threatening everyone aboard. His eyelid twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at Coulson beside him.

Is that hair of yours being made into a broom now, you broom star?

Coulson looked at Mike with confusion and asked, "Are you planning to do something about this?"

He knew Mike wasn't just an ordinary person, and certainly more capable than he had originally imagined. As Nick Fury's trusted ally, Coulson had already learned some things about Mike from Nick, and when he found out about Mike's past, particularly the Thunder Squad, he was utterly shocked.

"Take care of it yourself," Mike grumbled.

See, I knew something was going to happen.

Mike muttered to himself, eyes scanning the hijackers.

Hijacking? Do they have parachutes? Otherwise, we'd be caught if we try to leave the plane.

Oh, they do? Then there's no problem.

Coulson studied the hijackers, taking note of their positions and calculating how to handle the situation. He turned to Mike and said, "If I miss anything, help me out."

The plane's space was tight, and with so many passengers around, one wrong move could lead to someone getting hurt.

Coulson was confident he could handle the hijackers, but he wasn't sure he could do it without injuring anyone.

At that moment, one of the hijackers approached, tapping the seat in front of them with his gun, scaring the person sitting there into trembling with fear. He grinned maliciously and turned to Mike and Coulson, baring his teeth as he growled, "It's your turn now. Hand over your valuables, or I'll blow your brains out."

"Relax, we'll do as you say," Coulson said with a calm smile, causing the hijacker to unconsciously lower his guard.

Seeing this, Mike smirked.

Look at that face of Coulson's—so deceptive.

"You there, old man! What's with that look? Are you looking down on me?"

Old man?

Me?

Mike tilted his head and looked at him, "Are you talking to me?"

Old man?

I'm only forty... no, wait—eighteen!

"Old man! Are you playing dumb with me?"

The hijacker aimed his gun at Mike's forehead.

Mike's eyelid twitched.

Without hesitation, Mike grabbed the hijacker's hand holding the gun, twisting it hard.

"Ah!"

With the hijacker's scream, Mike slammed his head into the seat.

In the next instant, when the other hijackers turned to look, the gun in Mike's hand went off.

Bang! Bang!

With each gunshot, the hands of the remaining hijackers were rewarded with a bullet.

Mike absolutely hated it when people pointed guns at his head.

Screams echoed through the plane, and the passengers were initially startled. However, when they realized it was the hijackers who were being attacked, the atmosphere became eerily quiet.

Seeing that two hijackers were crouching between the passenger seats, trying to retrieve a dropped gun, Coulson, who had already moved, suddenly appeared in front of them. With three quick punches and kicks, he knocked them to the ground. His hand shot to his waist, drawing his gun and pointing it at the remaining two hijackers.

"Move again, and I'll shoot," Coulson said coldly.

The two hijackers froze.

Just like that, the dangerous hijacking was over. The passengers cheered, tying up the five hijackers, and Coulson and Mike were hailed as heroes. They were showered with praise, and even some passengers suggested nominating them for bravery medals.

Mike didn't care about the accolades, but his tense nerves were definitely relieved.

Whenever I run into Coulson, something always happens…

This time, it was a hijacking. Now that it was over, Mike could finally relax.

Let Coulson deal with the grateful passengers while Mike closed his eyes to rest.

Coulson glanced carefully at Mike and flashed a smile.

Mike... He really is his lucky star!

The plane crossed the sea and landed in Honolulu, Hawaii.

As soon as they stepped off the plane, Mike couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The temperature here was so much more comfortable than in New York.

Coulson patted Mike on the shoulder and said gratefully, "Come on, let me take you to dinner. Thanks again for what you did on the plane."

"You're a good kid. You've got a bright future ahead!"

Mike flashed Coulson a smile.

According to the "Coulson Theorem," they had already faced one crisis, so there should be no problems from here on out.

The two of them walked toward the airport exit.

Feeling the sunshine and sea breeze, Mike asked, "Are you here for vacation, or...?"

"Well, actually, I have a small mission. Fury asked me to..."

"Forget about the mission!"

Mike cut him off, grinning. "Some things like that are too classified to talk about. I don't want to end up on the wrong end of a hit, you know?"

Coulson chuckled helplessly. "You're exaggerating, and by the way, Fury told me something earlier..."

"He told you to punch him?"

"Punch him?"

Coulson looked at Mike, confused, clearly unaware of what Mike was referring to.

"Ahem."

Mike cleared his throat, glancing away. "Oh, what did he say?"

"He said you're someone he trusts, a good friend."

Mike's lips twitched. "I didn't ask anything just now."

He looked around. "Where are we eating?"

It was already evening, so heading to a unique restaurant would be perfect timing.

Hawaii is home to a diverse population, with many people of European, American, and Japanese descent, so there are plenty of specialty restaurants.

Coulson checked the time and said, "Follow me. I know a great Japanese restaurant, the food is really good."

Mike put on his sunglasses and said, "Let's go."

They called a taxi and headed to the restaurant Coulson mentioned.

A short while later, they arrived at a restaurant.

Mike raised an eyebrow as he looked at the building in front of him.

The restaurant, full of Japanese elements, had a greeter at the entrance who, despite having blonde hair and blue eyes, was wearing a kimono.

When she saw Mike and Coulson approaching, she politely greeted them, "Good evening, gentlemen. Do you have a reservation?"

Coulson nodded and gave a name.

The woman nodded, gesturing for them to follow her inside.

"Reservation required?" Mike narrowed his eyes. "Coulson, why did you make a reservation here? And who is this person you just mentioned?"

Yoshida Teruo?

A Japanese person?

Coulson shook his head and explained, "I didn't make the reservation. The person I just mentioned asked me to meet them here."

"Why bring me along then?"

Mike asked, dumbfounded, eyeing Coulson suspiciously.

Coulson smiled. "They're just giving me something here, and it's a good opportunity to get together. Don't worry, there's nothing else going on. Just relax."

He winked at Mike and added, "I don't have to pay."

Mike: "..."

Coulson, so that's the kind of person you are! I misjudged you!

(End of chapter)