Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Inside a restaurant.

Mike was busy ordering food.

Coulson's forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

He had asked Mike to choose a restaurant—Mike picked the most expensive one. Then he asked Mike to order—Mike chose the most expensive items on the menu.

Although a bit panicked, Coulson suddenly remembered something…

He could get reimbursed!

The justification? Relationship maintenance.

As long as he submitted the bill directly to Nick Fury, it should be fine. The director had been unusually generous lately.

With that thought, Coulson instantly relaxed.

Noticing the shift in Coulson's expression, Mike closed the menu and said, "That'll be all."

"Very well, please wait a moment."

The waiter took the menu with a smile and turned to leave.

Gwen rested her chin on both hands, giggling as she looked at Mike's panda hat. Then she glanced at Coulson's cowboy hat with a face full of disdain.

It was nowhere near as cool as her dad's hat.

Ever since Mike had put that hat on, he hadn't taken it off. He'd been wearing it nonstop.

It was a bit attention-grabbing, but Mike didn't seem to care in the slightest.

Raven glanced at the hat on Mike's head, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Not bad. It looked interesting now—and would be even more interesting later tonight.

Mike raised an eyebrow as he looked at the two females, young and older, trying to guess what was going on in their heads.

The three exchanged looks, each with a different expression.

Coulson felt a bit out of place—as if he were being force-fed dog food.

Luckily, the food came quickly, rescuing him from the awkward atmosphere.

With a sigh of relief, Coulson began eating and struck up a conversation with Mike.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, Johnny Blaze—already transformed into the Ghost Rider—was speeding through the streets on his Hellfire motorcycle, hunting for Mike.

Dressed head to toe in black leather, his flaming skeletal frame appeared oddly more perfect than a human physique. But his blazing skull made him look utterly terrifying.

Compared to him, his Hellfire motorcycle was downright badass.

After Johnny infused it with Hellfire, the Harley had undergone a complete transformation.

It gleamed silver all over, its front end shaped like a skull with eyes blazing with fire. The handlebars curled like demonic horns, gripped tightly in Johnny's skeletal hands.

The seat sprouted two slender skeletal claws clutching the fuel tank. Both tires were ablaze, leaving flaming trails wherever they went.

His speed was incredible—like a moving inferno. Everywhere he passed was left in chaos, drawing screams of terror in his wake.

Suddenly, the roaring Hellfire motorcycle screeched to a stop.

It was Mike!

He had found his target.

At that moment, Mike—who was still at the restaurant—suddenly looked up and said to Raven, "You two need to leave!"

As he spoke, a card appeared in his hand. Before Raven or Gwen could react, he activated it, teleporting them both back to their hotel.

A second later, just as Coulson was still puzzled, a deafening engine roar like thunder erupted—as a flaming demon on a motorcycle came charging straight at them.

Boom!

The restaurant windows shattered, and Ghost Rider burst inside. Amid the terrified screams, he laughed maniacally, riding his flaming bike straight at Mike like a blazing missile.

Coulson's eyes widened.

What the hell was that thing?

He barely had time to drop his knife and fork before the firestorm reached him. Just when he thought he'd be engulfed in flames, Mike had already vanished from his original spot.

With a faint whoosh, the inferno came to a halt.

The flaming skull, the roaring Hellfire motorcycle—Coulson stared at the fiery demon Mike had blocked, shock written all over his face as he stumbled backward.

"Wahahahaha!"

Ghost Rider laughed wildly as his motorcycle spun its wheels like a mad beast.

Even as the ground beneath the wheels cracked and began to melt, the hand pressing down on the bike remained perfectly steady—no tremble at all.

"You handle the aftermath."

Mike, now wearing a mask, turned his head and said to Coulson.

Just as he finished speaking, a terrifying blaze erupted from the spinning wheels, engulfing Mike like a fire demon.

"Mike!"

Coulson gasped.

But a moment later, a hand reached out from within the flames and clutched Ghost Rider's skull.

Then they both vanished without a trace.

Whew!

The intense wind generated by the rapid movement scattered the flames, sending sparks flying in all directions like a sudden, localized rain of fire.

Coulson quickly dodged out of the way.

At that moment, the Hellfire Motorcycle, left behind on the ground, suddenly came to life. It reared up, spun around, and—under Coulson's shocked gaze—raced out of the restaurant in pursuit.

"What the hell is going on? What is that thing?"

They were just having a meal—how had it turned into a battle out of nowhere?

Coulson stood there, completely baffled.

Meanwhile, Mike had already dragged the burning skeleton high into the air.

His hand clenched tighter, and the flaming skull began to crack and creak under the pressure. But the Ghost Rider simply stared at Mike's outfit with his hollow, black eye sockets and sneered hoarsely, "Where'd you get that outfit tailored? Fireproof, huh?"

The clothes were just standard gear—of course they weren't fireproof. But Mike's bio-field was protecting them, keeping them from burning.

His bio-field not only shielded his outfit during combat but also enabled him to fly. It could even extend over objects he chose to protect—keeping civilians safe during rescue operations or preventing large, heavy objects from piercing through when he lifted them.

Mike's expression remained cold as he kept tightening his grip. Cracks began spreading across the Ghost Rider's skull.

"Hiss—haah!"

The Ghost Rider let out a guttural cry—whether of pain or rage, it was unclear. Hellfire surged violently across his body, engulfing Mike in flames.

Mike's gaze turned icy. With a sharp burst of strength, he crushed the flaming skull to pieces.

In an instant, all the Hellfire vanished, and the Ghost Rider's body ceased burning, plummeting toward the ground.

Mike frowned as he watched the body fall.

There was no way that thing would die so easily. And…

That Hellfire wasn't just painful to the flesh—it scorched the soul as well.

As expected, just as that thought crossed his mind, flames erupted once more from the falling body. The shattered skull began to rapidly regenerate in the midst of the Hellfire.

Still falling, the Ghost Rider raised a flaming middle finger at Mike.

Mike raised an eyebrow—and vanished from sight, reappearing directly beneath him.

Ghost Rider: "Fuck!"

The next second, Mike's fist launched him skyward.

With no ability to fly, the Ghost Rider was nothing more than a punching bag in mid-air.

(End of Chapter)