Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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After finding a fir tree that was about the same height as Mike for their Christmas tree, Mike's family of four began decorating the house and the tree.

In fact, most families had already started preparing for Christmas, but for Mike's family, it was more about creating the right atmosphere. So, they typically waited until Christmas Eve to start the decorating.

Their progress was swift, and in just one afternoon, things were beginning to look festive.

The next day, Christmas Eve.

Mike got up early and looked out the window at the falling snow, a smile spreading across his face.

It was snowing.

After preparing breakfast, Mike called for the three boys. While Clark obediently got up, Eric and Charles remained firmly tucked in their blankets, struggling to rise.

A moment later, Clark, with messy hair, came down the stairs.

"Good morning, Dad," he said.

Mike nodded and handed him a piece of bread spread with jam.

"Thanks," Clark said politely, taking the bread and taking a bite. Looking out the window at the heavy snow, a mischievous glint appeared in his blue eyes, as though he had thought of something fun.

Just as the two of them were about to finish their breakfast, Eric and Charles came running down from upstairs, shouting and laughing.

"It's snowing! Woo-hoo!" Eric cheered.

"Dad, why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Charles complained.

Mike's face darkened as he looked at Charles, who was speaking with too much confidence. He flicked his fingers on Charles's forehead.

"Ouch!"

Charles pouted.

Mike's voice was cold. "I called you. Did you get up?"

Clark mimicked Charles's tone, saying, "Dear Dad, I'll sleep for just a little longer…"

"Hahaha!" Eric laughed at Charles's imitation.

Charles's face turned red. He pointed at Eric and said, "You're no better!"

Eric scoffed, "I woke up three seconds earlier than you!"

"Three seconds—what difference does that make?"

"Well, it's three seconds earlier than you!"

"You..."

"Enough, eat!" Mike said coldly.

Charles and Eric instantly became obedient.

If Mike let them argue any longer, it would go on forever.

Clark pointed out the window. "Hurry up and eat!"

The two of them chuckled, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they looked out at the snow. It was clear they couldn't wait any longer.

They quickly finished their bread and eggs, gulping down their milk, and the two little troublemakers, without even washing their faces, dashed out of the house and into the yard, running through the snow.

Mike chuckled and shook his head. As Clark tried to run outside, Mike grabbed him and said, "Go get your gloves and hat."

"I don't need them!"

"I'm not talking about you. I mean theirs."

"Oh…"

Clark quickly ran upstairs while Mike started cleaning up the dishes.

The snow continued to fall, but it couldn't dampen the children's joy.

As Mike washed the dishes, he looked out the window at the three of them in the yard, a smile slowly appearing on his face.

They were running around, building snowmen, though each one looked worse than the last.

After Eric's snowman was deemed the ugliest, he grew frustrated and charged at the snowmen, smashing all three of them.

"Ah! My snowman!" Charles cried, almost in tears, glaring at Eric.

Clark blinked and asked, "You made a snowman of Dad?"

"Yeah, doesn't it look like him?"

"I thought you made a short-necked pig."

"Hahaha!" Eric burst into laughter, almost tearing up.

Charles's face turned red. He bent down, grabbed a snowball, and hurled it at Eric.

"Wham!"

The snowball hit Eric in the face, covering his features and silencing his laughter.

"Ha! Serves you right!" Charles laughed, while Clark also couldn't help but smirk.

Eric stiffened, wiping the snow off his face. His anger quickly escalated as he grabbed two more snowballs and threw them at them.

"Boom, boom!"

The snowballs flew, one narrowly missing Clark, while the other hit him square on the head.

Eric nervously looked at Clark, offering an apologetic smile. But when he saw Clark's menacing stare, he quickly turned and ran, yelling, "Don't come after me!"

Clark sneered coldly and began to chase him.

Soon, the yard was filled with snowballs flying in every direction. Charles joined the battle, and in no time, both he and Clark had turned Eric into a snow-covered mess.

"It's you two who forced me into this!" Eric yelled, pointing at them angrily before running into the storage room.

As Clark and Charles exchanged puzzled glances, Eric suddenly appeared in front of them with a cold laugh. He stood confidently, his hands hovering in the air. To the shock of the two, several shovels and an iron basin materialized behind him, spreading out like a peacock's tail.

"Ha! Time to die!" Eric sneered.

With a swift motion, Eric waved his hand, and the shovels and basin started moving.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Snowballs began raining down on Clark and Charles.

The two immediately turned and ran.

"Hahaha! If you have the guts, stand still!" Eric laughed maniacally, continuing to unleash a relentless assault with his swinging arms.

Clark and Charles split up, hiding in a corner, taking a quick breath.

This should buy them some time.

However, what they didn't notice was that an iron basin had silently appeared above Charles's head, filled with icy snow.

The next moment, the snow poured down on Charles, burying him completely.

"Hahaha!" Eric laughed with glee.

At that moment, Eric saw several snowballs speeding toward him.

Panicked, he waved his hand, causing the shovels around him to swirl and block the snowballs.

Just as he was feeling victorious, Clark, moving like a shadow, darted across the yard, sending wave after wave of snowballs flying.

It was terrifying!

Eric let out a startled shout and quickly raised his shovels to shield his face, then waved his hand again, summoning the basin to cover himself.

"Whoosh!"

As the snowballs were blocked, Eric sighed in relief.

"Eric!"

A furious voice rang out, and Charles stepped forward, his fingers gently tapping his temple. His gaze fixed firmly on Eric, and an invisible mental force began to swirl around him.

"Uh-oh!" Eric's mouth twitched in panic.

The next moment, he was completely immobilized, and the protective shovels fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Big brother! Quick! Bury him in snow!" Clark shouted, his fist clenched in a smirk. He quickly circled around Eric, and a small snowman appeared in the yard.

Charles released his mental power and made a silly face at Eric, while Clark proudly admired his work.

"This is too much!" Eric struggled, breaking free from the snow and raising his arm to start another round of battle.

Looking at the "battle" unfolding in the yard, Mike couldn't help but smile.

For some reason, watching the three kids playing around felt like witnessing a great battle.

Laughing, Mike walked out into the yard and called to the three of them, "Be careful! Don't catch a cold."

Clark was fine, but Charles and Eric...

"Huh?"

At that moment, Mike noticed all three of them staring at him in unison, and his heart skipped a beat. "I warn you, don't try anything funny!"

"Ah! Get Dad!"

Charles shouted, and the three of them quickly sprang into action.

Snowballs flew at Mike, who grimaced, quickly turning and running.

Laughter and cheers filled the yard as the playful battle raged on.

(End of chapter)