Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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On the way to the airbase, Mike and the team were completing their final preparations aboard the plane.

To facilitate coordination, everyone briefly introduced their abilities.

Afterward, Mike summarized the group's roles:

- *Tank*: Logan

- *Shooter*: Scott

- *Mage*: Remy

- *Support*: Ant-Man

- *Jungle*: Mike

Hank Pym handed Mike three small, red darts.

"This red dart: activate it, throw it at the rocket, and then you figure out the rest," Hank explained. He had already briefed Mike on their function.

Mike pocketed them in his dimensional bag. Turning to his side, he saw Nick Fury happily munching on a bucket of cookies. Mike's eyes lit up.

"I'll take this," Mike said.

In the next moment, with a mischievous grin, he dumped Fury's cookies onto the table and quickly snatched the cookie tin for himself.

Fury, with a look of mock indignation, stared at the scene.

This power was incredibly convenient.

But as Fury looked at the cookies on the table, his face twisted with a bit of sorrow.

"You're not even going to let me keep the cookie tin?" he grumbled.

Mike shot him a disdainful look.

Fury just snorted, pulling the remaining cookies closer to himself.

Mike couldn't help but feel his eye twitch.

Compared to the bald-headed Fury of the future, the current version had a long way to go.

Although his mind remained sharp, he still lacked that ruthless edge and was prone to acts of childishness.

This was likely his true nature. After all, he was only a level-three agent now—he hadn't yet carried the weight of the secrets that would burden him in the future.

When the day came that he was bald and shouldered countless secrets, Fury would become someone like his future self, and there would be no escaping that transformation.

For now, it was amusing to occasionally tease the "level-three rookie" Fury.

The primary mission was to intercept the rocket carrying the virus, and the secondary objective was to deal with Black Emperor.

Mike would handle the rocket after its launch.

As for Black Emperor, he must not be allowed to escape this time, or the virus situation would arise again.

Next time, they wouldn't be so lucky to know the exact location of the virus release.

To keep Black Emperor alive, they needed to eliminate Red Demon first.

"Red Demon..." The team fell into a thoughtful silence.

"I'll take care of it," Mike said after a brief pause, accepting the difficult task.

The others nodded in agreement.

They had complete trust in Mike.

"What about him?" Remy LeBeau asked, pointing at Nick Fury.

Mike sneered. "What do you think about making him a human bomb?"

Hank Pym, his expression serious, commented, "Not a bad idea."

Scott and Logan also shared amused smiles.

Nick Fury: "..."

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While Mike's team flew toward the base, Charles and Erik were anxiously awaiting dinner.

The previous meals had left quite an impression on them.

"I'll never complain about school food again," Erik mumbled weakly, slumped over the table.

Charles cautiously glanced toward the kitchen. Seeing no suspicious gases wafting from it, he sighed in relief.

A moment later, Clark came out smiling, holding their dinner.

Seeing the grin on Clark's face, both of them shivered.

But after taking their first bites, they realized their earlier shudder had been premature.

The sweet and sour spareribs were too sour, and the meat was tough and dry...

Seeing their expressions, Clark felt a little helpless.

His father always told him to add a little of this or a little of that, or "a few minutes" here or there. How was he supposed to know what exactly "a little" meant or how long "a few minutes" was?

So, Clark ended up adding just a bit more... and then some more, cooking it a bit longer... and then some more...

The resulting taste was something that even he found difficult to stomach.

But food shouldn't be wasted, and since he couldn't bear to eat it alone, he decided they'd all endure together.

After all, they were brothers!

Yes, brothers!

Thinking of this, Clark felt a sense of peace in his heart.

After finishing their difficult meal, Clark cleaned up the dishes. Charles and Erik felt fortunate to have survived the day and turned on the TV, mindlessly flipping through channels.

"Hey, they're launching a rocket!" Erik exclaimed, his eyes lighting up, quickly calling Charles to come watch.

Charles, munching on a milk candy, casually handed one to Erik to help ease the sour taste in his mouth.

Charles stared at the TV, eyes wide in surprise as he heard the rocket was over 40 meters tall. He turned to Erik and asked, "Can you control a rocket that big?"

Erik clenched his fists and shook his head. "No, it's too big. I feel like I'm still a little short."

"A little short? What do you mean?" Charles asked, curious.

At that moment, Clark walked in and sat next to Charles. "Give me a candy."

"There are no more!" Charles shook his head.

Clark gave him a quick glance, focusing his vision to look through Charles's clothes and spotting the candy in his pocket. With a casual gesture, he pulled it out, waved it in front of Charles, ripped the wrapper, and tossed it in his mouth.

Charles: _.

Nothing escaped the other's eyes.

Charles turned to Clark. "Can you lift that rocket?"

"I don't know, I've never tried." Clark shook his head, but deep down, he thought he could.

"The rocket launches in two minutes," Erik suddenly exclaimed.

At that moment, the screen switched, and a familiar figure appeared in the TV broadcast.

The man was standing in the control center, smiling at the camera. Behind him was a battlefield that had settled, now looking messy and chaotic.

"Who's that? The one launching the rocket?" Charles asked, intrigued.

Clark furrowed his brows. "Doesn't look like it."

Just then, the man spoke. "I am Black Emperor, Sebastian Shaw, the one who will usher in the new world. Remember this name, whether you mutants survive and evolve, or whether the old world perishes along with them."

As he said this, a wild gleam appeared in Black Emperor's eyes, and he pointed toward the waiting rocket. "When it rises into the sky, the light of the gods will spread across the world, and God's selection will begin."

And he... would become God.

"Live or die, pray."

As Black Emperor's words echoed, some people sneered, others were confused, but the majority were filled with fear.

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In the White House, in the President's office...

"Damn it, stop the launch immediately!" The President shouted frantically.

His previously smiling face twisted with horror when he saw Black Emperor on the screen.

The Vice President, pale as a ghost, spoke. "We've lost contact with the control center!"

"Then destroy it!" The President barked.

"We can't," the Vice President replied urgently. "Many of our people have been taken over. They've joined Black Emperor's forces on the launch platform. Plus, a mutant has taken control of the entire base's equipment. The last message we received was the final one."

Upon hearing this, the President's mouth dropped open in terror, and he collapsed into his chair.

Before they could react or come up with a solution, Black Emperor began the countdown.

"Three, two, one!"

As Black Emperor's voice rang out, the rocket's engines ignited, releasing a blinding, fiery light. Breaking free from the ground, it slowly ascended into the sky, watched by countless eyes.

(End of Chapter)