The Father of American Comics Superheroes

“I’ve had some problems with her, because of her mother.” Hank Pim shook his head and said, “I used to spend very little time with her because of my work, and now look, those bastards are not worth the effort.”

Hank Pim couldn’t help but curse.

He should be talking about S.H.I.E.L.D. behind his back to copy his research results, he was indignant to quit.

With a dark whisper in his heart, Mike lifted his bottle and gently clinked it with him, saying, “To those bastards ……”

“Hmm?”

“It’s not too late for you to see!”

“Haha!”

Hank Pim chuckled, “It’s time to toast them.”

He raised his bottle to the sky.

“Bare!”

Suddenly, a crystal water column, sprayed on Hank Pim’s face, and in a flash, his neatly combed hair, scattered down.

“Giggle!”

Hope laughed from a distance.

“Pfft!”

Mike couldn’t help but laugh, pointing at the cloaked Hank Pim and teasingly saying, “You look like a fallen chicken with that.”

“You ……”

“Bare!!!”

Three crystalline columns of water poured over Mike’s body, pouring from top to bottom.

Hank Pim pointed at Mike with a leathery smile, “Downward dog.”

The two men looked at each other and yelled as they rushed toward the children at the pool.

There were shrieks and splashes, and then a lot of laughter.

……

Three days later, in Mike’s house ……

“Over there, yes, a bit deeper! A bit deeper over there!”

“Wow, well done!”

Mike stood at the back of the house with a straw hat, directing several workers digging the pool for his family.

Ever since Hank Pim’s house came back, he had this intention, and by today, he finally contacted the workers and started the construction.

“OK, it’s this big, I’ll leave the rest to you guys.”

Mike said to the workers, satisfied to look at the pool that can almost raise fish, said very satisfied.

No way, he land more.

Back home, Mike washed off the dust, after a change of clothes, after going to school to receive a few children, but then got new news from Clark’s mouth.

“What? Fun games? Letting parents participate?”

Mike stared at Clark and muttered, “Why is your school so much trouble?”

Clark shrugged and said, “It’s just a four-by-fives competition for two families.”

“Four people and five feet? And you need two families?”

“Don’t worry about the two families, I’ve already talked to Hope about teaming up with them.”

“All right!”

Mike turned his head to Charles and Clark and said, “What about you guys? Nothing going on at school?”

The two shook their heads and said, “This is a sporting event for the seniors, and we first and second years are cheerleaders.”

“Ooh!” Mike rejoiced and said, “That’s a relief.”

“Ugh, we’d actually like to participate!”

Eric sighed, propping his little head up with a pained look on his face.

“?” Mike looked at the little guy in confusion.

Charles ‘hehehe’ laughed and explained, “Because Eric likes to see the way others lose to him.”

Eric hummed softly and said, “I also like the way you cry when you get beaten by me.”

“Who, who was beaten and cried by you! Don’t talk nonsense!”

“Then try?”

“Daddy, he’s going to hit me! Ugh!”