Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"Call me dad!?" 

Mike had originally intended to mock the group, but Nick Fury froze for a moment and responded, "Dad? Priest? Godfather? Not bad! How about calling me Godfather?" 

"I don't think so," Remy LeBeau muttered, shaking his head. "With a name like that, during missions, I'd feel like I'm reporting to my father." 

Imagining a scenario where they addressed Mike by such a nickname during combat, the group fell silent. 

Sure enough, it felt ridiculous. They'd rather go with something simple like Green Light. 

Noticing the strange glint in their eyes, Mike frowned and said flatly, "Don't give me some weird nickname. I don't need one." 

The group sighed in resignation, giving up on the idea of nicknaming Mike. 

Mike let out a small breath of relief. 

Good. No need for any of those absurd, awkward nicknames. 

The car navigated through the streets, and as the sun began to rise, they arrived at a hotel. 

This was the agreed-upon rendezvous point with Hank Pym. 

"Follow me," Nick Fury instructed. 

The group exited the vehicle and followed Fury to the fifth floor, stopping in front of a room at the far end of the hall. 

Nick Fury knocked on the door. 

The door opened, revealing a familiar face—Hank Pym. 

Hank glanced over the group. When his eyes landed on Mike, he nodded in acknowledgment and allowed everyone to enter. 

Aside from Mike, Hank didn't recognize the others. 

Nick Fury took the opportunity to introduce himself, "Nick Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent." 

Curious, Hank gave the former S.H.I.E.L.D. senior officer a quick once-over before pointing at the others. "Logan, Remy, Scott." 

After shaking hands with the group, Hank shared a brief hug with Mike and teased him with a laugh, "You bastard. You even put on a show for me back then." 

Thinking about the time Mike feigned ignorance in the hospital, Hank couldn't help but chuckle. 

Mike responded with a helpless smile. 

Nick Fury interjected, "Everyone, we need to make the most of our time." 

The group nodded in agreement. 

Once seated in the room, they quickly finalized the mission plan. Or rather, the only plan available to them. 

Their objective: find White Queen Emma Frost, persuade her, and get her to reveal the Black King's plans. 

The group instinctively turned to Logan. Since learning that Logan had once been romantically involved with Emma's sister, they placed their hopes on him. Meanwhile, Scott quietly glanced at Mike. 

"It's decided then," Fury announced. "Mike, Logan, Scott, and Hank will go find Emma. The rest of us will stay here and await your report." 

As he spoke, Fury opened his suitcase and took out several communication devices, handing them to the trio. "Stay in contact." 

With their devices in hand, Mike, Logan, and Scott left the hotel and headed toward the Hellfire Club. 

Remy LeBeau turned to the others. "How about it? Wanna bet on how this goes?" 

Nick Fury shook his head firmly. "I'd rather not lose my shirt over it." 

"Boring…" 

Remy sighed, gazing at the city's dazzling lights outside. Turning to Hank Pym, he asked, "Want me to show you around? This place is pretty fun." 

"No," Hank replied curtly, frowning. "Let's wait until the mission is over." 

Looking dejected, Remy threw himself onto the couch and pulled his hat over his face. 

Having flown through the night, he figured this was as good a time as any to catch up on some sleep. 

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Atomic Nightclub 

This was the Hellfire Club's disguise. 

On the surface, it appeared to be an upscale entertainment venue. However, beneath the nightclub lay the Hellfire Club's headquarters. 

Disguised as Arabs, Scott and Mike sat in a nearby café, keeping a close eye on the Hellfire Club. 

Scott picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number. 

After a few seconds, the call connected. Taking a deep breath, Scott spoke, "Emma, it's me." 

"Scott?" 

Emma sounded surprised. "You still dare to contact me? Aren't you afraid I'll hand you over to Shaw?" 

Scott let out a bitter chuckle. "I don't have much choice." 

After a brief pause, he continued, "The Black King... Where is he planning to release the virus?" 

"Why… Why should I tell you?" 

Emma's voice carried a hint of laughter, elusive and inscrutable. She continued, "You should know by now that I don't have much fondness for humans. If the Black King succeeds, I might even be pleased." 

"Are you really going to just stand by and watch countless people die?" 

"That's their fate. If they don't want to accept it, let humanity stop it themselves." 

"Emma, you…" 

"Scott! If you're here to spout useless nonsense, this conversation ends now." Emma's voice turned cold and unyielding. "Don't forget, you're a traitor to the Hellfire Club." 

"Out of consideration for our years of friendship, I'll pretend I don't know you're here. But you…" 

"Emma, do you remember Three Mile Island?" 

"Hmm?" 

"Didn't you once say you wanted to repay the person who saved you? They're here with me. You…" 

"With you!?" Emma's voice suddenly sharpened, filled with a mix of confusion, coldness, and urgency. "Where are you?" 

That reaction… 

Scott was caught off guard. He glanced at Mike and Logan. After seeing their subtle nods, he replied, "You should be able to sense me." 

Before the words fully left his mouth, the call abruptly ended. At the same time, Scott froze, his body stiffened as Emma took control of him telepathically. 

Turning to Mike and Logan with a chilling expression, Scott said in an emotionless tone, "I'll be there shortly." 

When the control lifted, Scott pressed his hand to his forehead and gave a bitter smile. "Being controlled like that is a terrible feeling." 

Mike frowned. "Her tone earlier didn't sound like someone coming to repay a favor." 

Logan nodded in agreement. 

Scott hesitated before saying, "It is strange, but this is our only chance." 

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A few minutes later, Emma appeared before them, exuding the same noble, queenly aura as always. 

But this time, her entire presence radiated a biting cold, utterly devoid of the gratitude one might expect upon meeting her saviors. 

Her gaze locked solely on Logan. 

Seeing this, Mike narrowed his eyes, two cards quietly appearing in his hand. 

Just as Scott was about to speak, Emma coldly cut him off. "I'll handle my business first." 

She strode toward Logan with precision and purpose, her voice unwavering. "Do you remember Carla?" 

"Carla…" Logan's expression darkened, and he gave a solemn nod. 

That name—it belonged to someone he had loved deeply. How could he ever forget? 

"She's dead. She was dissected as a test subject." 

Emma delivered the cruel news with a calm voice, but the storm brewing in her eyes betrayed her composed exterior. 

"What did you say?" Logan's voice trembled with disbelief as he stared at Emma. "That's impossible. Didn't she leave with you?" 

Emma's icy gaze bore into Logan as she replied, "No, she went looking for you. It's because she went to find you that she was captured. That's why she died! It's all because of you!" 

Her voice escalated into a furious scream, and an invisible wave of telepathic energy swept through the area. 

Mike's eyes narrowed. As everyone in the café froze under Emma's psychic assault, the card in his hand dissolved into a shower of light. 

(End of Chapter)