Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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A morning of play left Eric and Charles exhausted. After lunch, the two little ones were so tired that they fell asleep. Mike took a short rest and then started preparing for dinner. When Clark saw him, he immediately came over to help.

It was Christmas Eve today, and the dinner would be lavish.

The entire afternoon passed in peaceful quiet.

In the evening, after the family of four finished their hearty meal, they gathered around the fireplace. Each person held a warm drink and watched TV, with no intention of braving the heavy snow outside.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared on the screen.

Tony Stark.

At that moment, Tony Stark was solemnly wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.

It was the time for Christmas greetings from businesses and officials. As the new head of Stark Industries, Tony Stark naturally had to appear on screen.

"Hm? This guy is managing Stark Industries now?" Mike paused, gazing at the young but arrogant face. He muttered irritably, his words laced with disdain.

It seemed that although Tony had saved Howard, things were still progressing as they originally had.

Is this the self-repairing nature of time and space?

At that moment, Mike heard a strange conversation.

Charles: "Isn't this the strange guy from that day?"

Eric: "Yeah! You even called him the milkman, so rude!"

Charles: "Well, you were the one who called him a beggar."

Clark: "So, he's a rich guy? But that smug face…"

The three of them said in unison, "I really want to punch him!"

Mike silently chuckled. If you three punched him, would he even survive?

"Dad, let's take a photo!" Charles suddenly pulled out a camera.

Eric took a red Christmas hat and placed it on Mike's head.

Then Clark presented a gift box to Mike, saying, "This is something the three of us prepared together."

Mike was momentarily stunned. Looking at the gift box in his hands, a warm feeling spread through him, and he almost burst into tears.

He hugged the three of them tightly, then placed the gift box aside.

Sitting under the Christmas tree, the three brothers stood behind Mike, with Eric taking control of the camera.

"Merry Christmas!" they shouted in unison, and the moment was captured.

In the photo, under the Christmas tree, the four of them were smiling brightly.

Later that night, after Clark and the others returned to their rooms, they saw their new cars and bicycles, decorated with Christmas ornaments. Clark's was blue, while after a "friendly" discussion between Eric and Charles, Eric chose black, and Charles, with a glum face, ended up with the white one.

Hearing the sounds coming from the children's rooms, Mike smiled contentedly and then took out the gift the kids had prepared for him.

It was a small gift box, only about the size of half a palm.

It probably couldn't contain anything too large.

Mike muttered to himself as he opened it and was surprised by what he found.

It was a gold ring.

Gold?

Mike furrowed his brow.

Where did these kids get the money for this? Did they use their own abilities to get it?

Just then, Mike noticed a small card at the bottom of the gift box.

To our dear Dad!

Beneath the warm message were three names written in different fonts, and in the corner at the bottom, there was a sentence that made Mike both laugh and cry.

PS: We bought this with the pocket money we've been saving for a long time.

The words "for a long time" and "pocket money" were bolded.

Without a doubt, this was Charles' idea.

Picking up the ring, Mike noticed a few words engraved on the inside.

To our dear Dad.

Mike put it on. It fit perfectly.

Ha, I never expected the first ring I'd wear in this world to be one given by the kids.

Every time Mike thought about it, he couldn't help but smile, even rolling joyfully on the bed like a child.

"Dad?"

Clark suddenly appeared at the door.

Mike stiffened for a moment, then cleared his throat softly. He stood up and looked at Clark by the door, asking, "What is it?"

"Eric and Charles want me to ask you if we can have baozi (steamed buns) for breakfast tomorrow."

Mike rarely made baozi himself, thinking it was too much trouble.

"Baozi? No problem!"

Mike nodded.

Clark flashed a smile, closed the door, and then high-fived Eric and Charles, whispering in excitement. They all went back to their rooms and went to bed.

The next day, the Kent family spent a fun day in New York City, bought some things, and after a restful night, ended their Christmas trip and returned to their farm outside the city, resuming their normal life.

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Raven, due to her unique mutant abilities, was the best agent and the top infiltrator.

Today, just before the new year, she had a new mission: assassination.

Her target was a scientist—one who conducted cruel experiments on mutants, dissecting countless of them. He was a butcher who would soon pose a huge threat to mutants in the future.

Raven had killed many people, but none had made her feel this urgent, this desperate to send them straight to hell without a second's delay.

As she infiltrated the research lab and looked at the gruesome reports, she felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over her head, causing her to shudder uncontrollably.

Then came an overwhelming fury, a fire of rage that seemed capable of burning her to ashes, starting from the depths of her heart.

So, even though she hadn't received approval from the Black King for this mission, she still came.

The Black King…

At the thought of that man, Raven's eyes darkened.

Ever since three years ago, when that woman appeared and became the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club, becoming Sebastian Shaw's lover, the Black King had changed.

He had become cruel, volatile, and merciless.

The Hellfire Club…

At this rate, it would begin to decay.

Taking a deep breath, Raven slowly exhaled, pushing all distractions from her mind. She then turned her gaze to the research facility ahead. In a blur, she shifted her form to that of a security guard and walked confidently towards the building.

She had already tracked the target's movements. The facility was right here, disguised as an ordinary pharmaceutical research center.

After a few transformations, she knocked out the nuisance guards, dragged them into inconspicuous corners, and had already morphed from a security guard into an experimental assistant—one with clearance to enter restricted areas.

With a bald head, a slightly overweight build, sparse facial hair, and dark circles under his eyes, no one would ever suspect that the person now before them was the same Raven.

After fingerprint verification and pupil recognition, she finally reached the deepest part of the facility.

What she saw inside made her head go blank.

It was too cruel.

Unconscious mutants were locked in individual special cells, like lambs waiting for slaughter. Some were brought in, while others were turned into "parts" and sent out.

"Vita! Hurry, the doctor is looking for you. There's an experiment subject waiting for you to dissect."

A lab assistant patted her on the shoulder as he spoke.

Raven nodded at him and walked with him toward the lab.

Her eyes were as cold as ice.

(End of Chapter)