Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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How were they supposed to fight this?

Logan hadn't even lasted a single round.

Only now did Hank McCoy understand why Logan had shouted at him to run.

They weren't even on the same level as this man—in either speed or strength.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Logan rolled across the ground, smashing through several walls before crashing into a car. The force carried the vehicle backward until it slammed into a wall, nearly folding in half from the impact.

Breathing heavily, Logan shook his head and glared angrily at the Kryptonian man.

"Tch!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood. His injuries had already begun to heal as he stood up.

If not for his Adamantium skeleton, he suspected there'd be a gaping hole where the kick had landed.

Just then, he noticed the enemy's gaze shift toward Hank. Logan's pupils contracted, and he charged forward, roaring, "You bastard! Fight me!"

The Kryptonian man, Ram, didn't even flinch.

Cursing him? He didn't care.

In his eyes, these people were already dead.

In a flash, he appeared in front of Hank McCoy, swinging his arm like a whip toward Hank's head.

At that moment, a breeze swept by—Hank vanished and suddenly appeared next to Logan.

Pietro revealed himself, smiling at Hank. "Big guy, don't get lost!"

Then, glancing at the Kryptonian, he tapped his foot on the ground, cracked his knuckles, and said, "Let me go play with him for a bit."

"Don't—"

Logan raised his hand, but before he could finish, Pietro had already vanished.

The next instant, Pietro appeared in front of the Kryptonian. From his high-speed perspective, the man looked like a stationary puppet. Pietro sneered and punched him in the chin.

"Hiss!"

He sucked in a breath through his teeth.

What was that guy's chin made of?

Wincing, he quickly darted away.

The Kryptonian touched his chin and looked at Pietro with a hint of interest. "Pretty fast."

"Just pretty fast?"

Pietro gave a light smile. "I can go faster!"

With those words, he disappeared again.

But this time, just as he was throwing a punch, the Kryptonian effortlessly dodged it—and countered with a fist aimed at Pietro's face.

So fast!

The thought flashed through Pietro's mind.

Just as he believed he had no time to dodge, strands of red energy—like mist—wrapped around the Kryptonian, slowing him slightly.

In that brief window, Pietro darted aside, his eyes filled with shock.

If not for Wanda, that punch could've killed him.

"Hmm? Another one?"

The Kryptonian looked at Wanda with interest, then down at the red energy coiling around him, his face lighting up with curiosity.

At that moment, Logan and Hank pounced.

Logan slashed at his neck, while Hank punched toward his head.

But the Kryptonian just smirked in contempt.

Boom!

Hank felt like he'd just punched solid steel.

Clang!

A sharp sound rang out.

A shallow wound appeared on the Kryptonian's body.

It was Logan's doing.

But even with his razor-sharp Adamantium claws, he had only left a faint cut—and the wound was already healing.

In the next moment, the Kryptonian spun and punched, sending Logan and Hank flying together. With a sharp tug, he broke free of Wanda's restraints, and his eyes flashed—two beams of heat vision shot toward Logan.

Logan crossed his claws in front of him to block, but the blast still sent him flying. Behind him, Hank tumbled like a ragdoll, crashing hard into a wall.

Just then, Pietro appeared behind the Kryptonian and kicked him squarely between the legs.

Bang!

A loud crack echoed.

The Kryptonian's face darkened.

He wasn't injured… but he felt insulted.

So, as Pietro tried to escape, the Kryptonian kicked him in the shin.

Unmatched power exploded in Pietro's leg.

Crack!

A sharp snap.

"Ahhh!"

Pietro cried out in pain, collapsing mid-sprint and tumbling across the ground.

Seeing this, Wanda screamed in fury. Her eyes flared with twin red glows, and red mist surged toward the Kryptonian, wrapping around him and even rushing toward his head.

"Trying to control me?"

The Kryptonian grinned. "Cute trick."

He stepped toward Wanda.

Immediately, the red energy began to fracture.

She and Pietro had only recently obtained their powers. Though they improved every day, they were still far too weak against a Kryptonian.

Step by step…

Under Pietro's horrified gaze, the man strode toward Wanda.

She poured all her strength into her magic, but it couldn't stop him. The red mist continued to wrap around him—only to dissolve moments later.

And just as he was about to strike Wanda—

"HULK!"

With a deafening roar, the Hulk descended from above, swinging a massive chunk of concrete like a flyswatter and smashing it down on the Kryptonian.

BOOM!

The concrete shattered on impact.

But Ram didn't even flinch. He remained standing exactly where he was, as if struck by nothing more than paper.

In the next second, Hulk's fist slammed into his body.

Whoosh!

Ram was knocked flying, crashing hard into a nearby building.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could relax, Ram propped himself up against the crumbling wall and slowly stood.

Staring at the Hulk, his bored expression transformed into excitement. Then he leapt into the air, paused briefly in midair, and shot straight toward the Hulk.

Hulk clenched his fists and met him head-on.

BANG!

A deafening crash. Hulk stumbled back two steps, while Ram slightly leaned backward.

"HULK!"

The Hulk roared and charged in fury.

At the same time, Wanda resumed using her powers to interfere. Logan, now healed, also rejoined the fray.

Taking advantage of the opening, Steve rushed in, lifted the injured Pietro onto his back, and sprinted off the battlefield. Hank, clutching his chest and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, followed behind.

After placing Pietro inside a nearby shop, Steve turned to the wounded Beast and said, "Hank, look after Pietro."

Hank nodded. He and Pietro exchanged a glance, both of them offering bitter smiles.

Steve gave them a firm nod, turned, and ran back toward the battlefield—though his heart felt ice-cold.

They weren't just failing to hold back the sudden attackers—Magneto and Storm, their protectors at the dimensional gate, had been pinned down too.

The Chitauri were now flooding through unopposed.

Right now… the situation was very grim.

(End of Chapter)