Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Clark smiled warmly as he brought out the dinner he had prepared.

Fried rice.

Each grain of rice was plump and evenly spread across the plate, paired with golden scrambled eggs, making it look exceptionally appetizing.

"Erik, Charles, dinner's ready," he called softly to his younger brothers.

After carefully putting the helmet away, Erik and Charles cautiously made their way downstairs. When they saw the food on the table, they both let out a sigh of relief.

It looked pretty decent.

Thankfully, it wasn't what they had feared.

"Clark, I really thought you'd end up burning the rice," Erik teased as he and Charles sat down at the table.

Clark's expression stiffened for the briefest moment, but he quickly recovered with a smile. "You both need to finish it all, okay?"

Charles picked up his spoon and said confidently, "No problem!"

As he dug into the rice, Charles, along with Erik, was just about to take a bite when the charred black layer underneath was revealed. They both gulped nervously and exchanged glances before looking at Clark.

Clark smiled at them. "Is there a problem?"

"This rice…"

"You promised to finish it," Clark reminded them.

"I…"

"Come on, eat up!" Clark said, walking toward Charles. "Or do you need me to feed you?"

"No, no!"

Charles quickly waved his hand. Under Erik's admiring gaze, Charles put the spoonful of rice into his mouth.

"Erik?"

Clark turned to his other brother.

Erik forced a smile and immediately turned to flee.

But just as he moved, Clark suddenly appeared right in front of him, effortlessly pushing him back into his chair.

Erik: o(╥﹏╥)o

"Eat up! It's delicious!"

Clark's smile was as warm as ever, but to Erik, it seemed like something straight out of a nightmare.

Left with no choice, Erik grudgingly picked up his spoon and took a bite of the rice.

A burnt flavor instantly overwhelmed his taste buds, followed by bitterness and a saltiness so intense it was nearly soul-crushing.

He glanced at Charles, whose face was on the verge of tears, and suddenly felt a little better.

Watching his two younger brothers eat, Clark smiled in satisfaction. Then, with curiosity, he took a bite himself. A flash of red light crossed his eyes, and he silently set his spoon down.

Moments later, after Charles and Erik miraculously survived the meal, Clark brought them glasses of juice, cleared their plates, and quietly put away his own portion of fried rice.

"Why aren't you eating?" Erik asked suspiciously.

Clark's smile didn't waver as he replied, "I'm on a diet."

With that, and before they could respond, he vanished in an instant.

Charles and Erik exchanged a look before crying out in unison.

"It's so awful!"

Charles shouted, "We're eating out tomorrow! I'll use my allowance if I have to!"

"No need," Clark's voice echoed faintly from somewhere unseen. "I've already decided what to cook tomorrow."

Charles and Erik immediately collapsed onto the table in despair.

Erik said, "I thought the fried rice looked really good earlier. I thought the taste would be decent too..."

"He intentionally put a layer on top," Charles said, sipping his juice and already beginning to miss their father.

"But they were all fried together! How come the top layer was fine, but the bottom is completely burnt?"

Erik was confused.

"Could it be..." A terrifying thought crossed Charles's mind. He turned to Erik and said, "Did Clark pick out all the good grains and put them on top?"

Erik's jaw dropped in shock. "He picked them out one by one?"

"With his abilities, it's totally possible."

Charles was certain.

The two exchanged a horrified glance before nervously staring at the kitchen.

This was utterly insane.

"What are you two talking about?"

Clark's smiling face peeked from the kitchen.

Erik and Charles quickly shook their heads. Once Clark disappeared back into the kitchen, they both let out a quiet sigh of relief. But when they thought about tomorrow's meal, their hearts sank, and silent tears welled up in their minds.

It was terrifying.

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Las Vegas.

The black plane touched down at the airport in the pitch-black night.

Mike and his group disembarked and headed toward a nearby business car.

Nick Fury said, "Hank Pym arrived before us. Let's go meet him."

Hank Pym, being in California, was much closer to Las Vegas than they were.

The group settled in the car. Nick Fury, taking the wheel, started the car and drove it toward the exit of the airport.

This time, he was here to assist Mike's group—acting as a liaison, and even providing logistical support.

The ride was smooth, but the atmosphere inside the car felt heavy.

Nick Fury glanced at the four of them in the rearview mirror before speaking. "I think we should come up with a name for our team."

No one responded, and Nick Fury awkwardly cleared his throat, forcing a smile. "How about 'Fury's Team'?"

Silence...

Just when he thought no one would speak up,

Remy LeBeau quipped, "Not only is your face dark, but your ego's huge too?"

Scott coldly commented, "That's too ugly."

Logan shrugged. "Agreed."

Mike smirked. "No shame."

Nick Fury chuckled nonchalantly and said, "So, what do you guys think we should call it?"

At least the atmosphere wasn't as awkward anymore.

But as soon as he spoke, the group fell silent again.

Nick Fury cautiously suggested, "How about 'X-Men Task Force'?"

"Sounds awful!"

"Not good..."

"What about 'The Guardians'?"

"Guardians of whom?"

"What? Gravekeepers? Doesn't sound good..."

Hearing the complaints, Nick Fury's face darkened.

Are you all doing this on purpose?!

I ask you to come up with a name, and you say nothing. I suggest a few names, and you reject all of them?

Are you targeting me?

Nick Fury quickly said, "How about 'Suicide Squad'? 'Justice League'? 'Middle-Aged Task Force'? Pick one!"

"Heh!"

"Whoa!"

"Pfft!"

Nick Fury: "..."

Minutes later, just as Nick Fury was about to break down, he finally suggested a name that the group agreed on.

Thunder. The team would be called Thunder.

"Card King, Ant-Man, Cyclops, Wolverine..."

Nick Fury counted everyone's nicknames before glancing at Mike and asking, "Do you have a nickname?"

"No."

"No?"

Hearing this, Nick Fury became excited, while the others looked at Mike curiously.

"Come on, let's come up with one for you. It'll be easier for operations."

Nick Fury suggested.

Everyone nodded, but Mike just looked speechless.

It's true that having a nickname would be more convenient during missions, and it would also help hide one's identity.

Logan remembered the moment Mike used cards and said, "How about 'Card Emperor'?"

Remy LeBeau eyed Logan and said, "Trying to compete with me? You might as well call him 'Hand of God'."

He remembered when Mike manifested his powers.

The "Hand of God"...

Mike twitched his mouth.

That nickname sounds a bit arrogant, but he couldn't help but add his own complaint.

"The Hand of God? What if someone asks you what God's... 'odor' is like? How would you answer?"

The group immediately froze, and their faces twitched wildly.

"How about 'Green Light'?"

Scott recalled when Mike healed him using his regenerative abilities.

Everyone nodded, thinking it sounded good.

Mike firmly said, "Don't even think about it! That nickname is worse than calling me 'Dad'!"

(End of Chapter)