Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Wade walked into the building, adjusting his emotions. One hand on his belly, he quickly approached the reception desk.

"Smack!"

He slammed his hand down on the counter.

The receptionist was startled, instinctively shrinking her neck. She looked up at Wade, her eyes sweeping over the mask on his face and the bag in his hand. Her face instantly turned pale as she stammered, "P-please don't kill me! I just started working here. If you're here to rob someone, there's a jewelry store three blocks away—it's a much better target!"

Wade: "…"

This pretty girl—what is going on in her head?

How did she mistake him for a robber?

Does he look like someone short on money?

Well... yes, yes he does.

He nodded seriously to himself, then cleared his throat and adjusted his voice to sound high-pitched and shrill. He shouted, "You're the robber! You're the one robbing people! I'm here to find that heartless jerk, Tony Stark!"

"!"

The receptionist blinked in confusion. "W-what? You're here to see Mr. Stark?"

"Yes!"

Wade slapped the desk again in agitation, then instinctively pressed a hand to his slightly bulging stomach. "Do you see this? Huh? My belly! I'm carrying his child!"

"Mr. Stark's child?!"

The receptionist's mind nearly short-circuited from the flood of information.

Honestly... she'd rather he was a robber—that would be easier to deal with.

She silently added that thought to herself. Noticing nearby employees beginning to stop and stare, she quickly tried to defuse the situation. "Miss, please calm down. You need evidence to make such a claim!"

"Evidence?!" Wade recalled scenes from TV dramas, pressed his hand against his belly, and snapped, "Isn't this proof enough? What—you want me to cut it open and get a paternity test?!"

Receptionist: "!!"

Ma'am, please don't say things like that! I didn't mean anything!

Some employees who had been walking by had now stopped completely, and a few even stepped closer out of curiosity.

Seeing this, the receptionist started sweating profusely and hurried to smooth things over. "No, no! That's not what I meant. I was just asking if you had an appointment with Mr. Stark. If not, I can help you make one."

"Appointment? At this rate, the baby will be born before I ever see that bastard! I want to go upstairs right now, to see Tony Stark!"

He stormed toward the elevator like a woman scorned.

The receptionist quickly blocked his way, and two security guards came over to assist.

Wade's eyes gleamed mischievously. He puffed out his chest at the guards, then pushed his belly out toward the receptionist.

The three of them instantly looked very uncomfortable.

This... was a tricky situation.

If she was faking, they'd look bad for making a scene. But if she was telling the truth... Stark was way out of their pay grade.

Still, the three of them dutifully stood in front of Wade to block his path.

Just then, Happy happened to pass by. He stepped in front of Wade and asked, "Who are you? What are you trying to do?"

"Who am I? Go ask your boss! What am I here for? I'm here to find the father of my child!"

"Find the father?"

"Tony Stark!"

Happy's eyes widened. He shouted, "Impossible! He's never... I mean, he's never dated someone like you! Do you have any proof?"

"My belly!"

"Sorry, that's not valid proof."

Happy shook his head, staring skeptically at Wade's stomach.

Wade snapped, "Of course he's denying it! What—do I need to show you our bedroom photos before you believe me?"

As soon as he said that, aside from Happy shaking his head, everyone else in the crowd looked oddly... interested.

Photos? Of Iron Man in bed?

"Gulp!"

The receptionist couldn't help swallowing nervously.

Wade: "…"

"What's going on? Doesn't anyone work around here?"

Happy glared at the onlookers, then turned back to Wade. "You have two choices: wait here quietly or leave."

"Stark Industries is bullying people!"

Wade shouted loudly, carefully adjusting his mask.

Happy was getting a headache.

To be honest, even he wasn't entirely sure this was fake.

Sure, his boss always took precautions, but what if—just what if...

Seeing the growing crowd, Happy suddenly had an idea. He took out his phone, pressed a number, and said once the call connected, "Mr. Kent, come down quickly. Tony's in a bit of trouble."

Right now, Mike was Tony's personal assistant. It was better to leave things like this to him. As for Pepper Potts... this was not something she needed to know.

Hearing Happy's call, Mike, who was in Tony's office sipping wine, perked up and rushed downstairs.

He was bored anyway.

Reaching the lobby and seeing the commotion, Mike strode over to Happy's side.

Happy sighed in relief and said to Wade, "This is Mr. Stark's personal assistant. You can tell him whatever you need to say."

Mike looked at Happy, puzzled.

Happy leaned in and whispered, "She says she's pregnant with Tony's child and insists on seeing him."

Mike: "…"

This plot wouldn't even make it into a third-rate soap opera.

Still... it was kind of entertaining.

His gaze swept over Wade, activating his X-ray vision.

It only took a second to confirm whether someone was pregnant.

But that one glance nearly blinded him.

That thing... it might be bigger than Tony's.

Pregnant?

What was he supposed to give birth through—his belly button?

Mike fought the urge to crack a joke and looked at the face behind the mask.

"F!"*

He couldn't help exclaiming.

He had never seen such an ugly face!

It looked like a rotting avocado soaked in acid.

And yet... it felt strangely familiar?

Mike frowned slightly in confusion, then walked over decisively.

After all, as a professional assistant, it was his job to handle situations like this.

Seeing Mike approach, Wade puffed up his chest proudly, the corners of his mouth curling smugly beneath the mask.

This move had scared off the security guards earlier.

But then—

Mike reached out and grabbed one of them.

The crowd went silent, even Wade was stunned for a moment.

Before anyone could react, Mike squeezed hard.

"Pop!"

With a crisp sound, the padding on Wade's chest collapsed, quickly becoming soaked and leaking water everywhere.

The scene became indescribably awkward. The expressions of those watching shifted—some were angry, some were amused, and... some looked disappointed?

Wade's mouth twitched.

Well then, Plan A had failed.

Which meant...

Time for Plan B!

He looked at Mike, grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and reached to his waist—pulling out a gun.

"Don't move!"

He pressed the gun to Mike's forehead. "If you want to live, get your boss down here!"

Mike blinked.

This situation... was getting interesting.

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