Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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While Mac was driving home and decorating the Christmas tree with Gwen, the Avengers finally defeated the enemies blocking their path and raced toward Washington.

But by then, the President's speech had already begun.

Halfway through, the Mandarin descended from the sky, appearing at the venue. He seized the President as a hostage and began his own speech.

The scene instantly erupted into chaos.

When security tried to take control, a group of intruders rushed in, taking out all the guards and turning the White House into a cage ruled by fear.

This horrifying moment, broadcast live, spread across the globe in an instant.

What terrified people even more was the Mandarin's claim that similar attacks had been prepared in multiple locations across the United States. With a single command, he warned, the resulting casualties would be beyond imagination.

At this moment, he was threatening an entire nation.

While everyone was gripped by fear and shock, the Mandarin presented his demands: the Avengers were to surrender without resistance, appear before him, and let themselves be dealt with—or civilians were to capture them and execute them. Only then, he claimed, would he call off the attacks.

And to prove he was serious, this madman did something unthinkable, live before countless eyes.

He killed the President.

As easily as crushing a chick, he snapped the President's life away inside the White House.

On the screen, the President's face—filled with disbelief and terror—gradually lost all trace of life. People couldn't believe what they were seeing; some even thought it was a prank from a TV show.

This was the President of the United States, one of the most powerful figures in the world—and he was just… dead?

You wouldn't even dare write this in a movie.

In that instant, the man standing on the podium, his foot on the President's corpse, became a living symbol of terror—a nightmare given form.

And it didn't end there.

The man who had killed the President still awaited the Avengers' answer—still awaited the people's choice.

Time passed. The terrified public hesitated.

But then, with each deafening explosion and every horrifying attack carried out by the Extremis soldiers at the Mandarin's command, chaos spread across the country.

The rising death toll began to silently pressure both the people and the Avengers.

Just as more and more began to waver, something unexpected happened.

A man in a black uniform descended from the sky into the White House, engaging the Mandarin in battle—and even pressing him back.

When the Extremis soldiers in the White House moved to help the Mandarin, Killian himself—also infused with Extremis, and with the highest integration rate—appeared. Taking on the role of a superhero, he fought the Extremis soldiers and protected a large number of civilians.

Soon after, the Avengers arrived, joining the fight and swiftly eliminating the remaining enemies. The White House was secured.

But while Washington's crisis was over, attacks continued across the country.

At that moment, more and more superpowered individuals appeared, confronting the Extremis soldiers in other cities. They managed to bring the chaos under control, eventually ending the threat.

When news broke that the danger had passed, cheers erupted nationwide. Those who had fought the Extremis soldiers were hailed as heroes.

The black-clad man and Killian, who had fought in the White House, were especially celebrated as superheroes.

As the chaos unfolded, the Vice President stepped forward, calmly taking charge. He organized rescue efforts for the wounded, oversaw the recovery of the dead, tallied the losses from the attacks, and publicly praised the superheroes.

The entire incident lasted just over three hours, but those who experienced it remained shaken.

The fear the Mandarin had unleashed still lingered over them.

This Christmas Eve was anything but peaceful.

Meanwhile, at home, Mac and Gwen finally finished decorating for the holiday.

While Mac went to prepare dinner, Gwen—who had helped quite a bit—half-lounged on the sofa with a cup of Mac's special milk tea.

Turning on the TV, she took a sip, then froze mid-drink. The milk tea in her mouth dribbled down the corner of her lips.

Snapping back to her senses, she quickly shut her mouth, slurped the stray milk tea back in, swallowed, and shouted toward the kitchen at the top of her lungs:

"Dad! Quick! Something huge just happened!"

"What?"

Mac rushed over.

Gwen, clutching her cup tightly, pointed at the TV, her eyes wide.

Her expression made Mac chuckle—until he looked at the screen, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The Mandarin and his Extremis soldiers had attacked the White House—and killed the President.

Multiple U.S. cities had suffered terrorist attacks, with heavy casualties.

New superheroes had emerged, saving the White House, defeating the Extremis soldiers, and rescuing countless innocents.

Reading headline after headline, Mac scratched his head.

What was going on?

He had just spent some time decorating the house for Christmas with his daughter, and the world outside had changed this much?

The shift felt almost as drastic as time travel.

Mac pressed his fingers to his brow, then let his hand drop with a small sigh.

Well… at least it was over.

Still…

The sudden appearance of so many superheroes struck him as unusual.

But that was for the heroes and the authorities to deal with.

He was just a father who had recently quit his job.

Yes—Mac had resigned. Working as Tony Stark's personal assistant had been mind-numbingly dull, no different from staying at home.

So, after the explosion at Stark Tower yesterday, he'd handed in his resignation.

Of all the jobs he'd ever done, this one had given him the worst experience.

"Dad…"

Mac hugged Gwen lightly. "Don't worry. No matter what happens, I'll protect you."

Gwen nodded, then pulled away with a determined little fist pump. "It's fine. The problem's solved. The superheroes won again! Justice beat evil!"

Mac smiled, ruffling her hair.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Gwen set her cup down and dashed for the door. "I'll get it!"

When she opened it and saw Erik standing there, she let out a delighted cheer and leapt into his arms.

Catching her, Erik looked up at Mac with a smile. "Dad, I'm home."

(End of Chapter)