"So you really like superheroes, right, kid?" Frank picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then continued.

Francis waved the Iron Man toy in his hand, his eyes were full of fantasy and longing, and said excitedly: "When I grow up, I want to be a superhero or a college professor!" I'm going to have cool gear like Iron Man and be as smart as a college professor. ”

Listening to his son's words, Frank couldn't help laughing, Iron Man is much smarter than a college professor, as long as you choose the former, don't you have both?

He gently put down the teacup, squinted his eyes and touched the little boy's head, and said gently, "These two professions are a little different, but they are both remarkable. Superheroes need courage and perseverance to constantly face danger and keep people safe. ”

"University professors, on the other hand, need deep knowledge and patience to impart valuable wisdom to their students. No matter which path you choose, do your best, believe in yourself, and you will definitely become a great person. ”

Francis listened to Frank's words with a little confusion in his eyes.

At only eight years old, he has difficulty understanding the big truths of adults, but he knows one thing, this strange uncle in front of him is very good to him, and he likes superheroes as much as he does. It made him feel warm and close.

Thinking of this, Francis's little head hung down, and there was a hint of frustration in his eyes, and he muttered quietly: "My dad never played superhero games with me"

He longs to share his favorite things with his dad, but reality doesn't always seem to be his way.

Hearing this, Frank's eyes darkened, and a deep sense of self-reproach and remorse surged in his heart. He knew all too well the pain of being so bound by work and responsibilities that he couldn't be with his family.

He spent much longer with his gun than he had with his family — while his family was still alive.

Frank looked at Francis and whispered, "Your dad, he's in a bad temper, isn't he?" The little boy nodded earnestly, as if he had been opened to a conversation, and began to talk.

His father was always busy with work and often restless when he came home, barely having time to play superhero games or chat with him. This makes the little boy feel lonely and depressed, he craves his father's attention and companionship, but is always disappointed.

The more he listened, the more ashamed he became, and he wanted to go back to the past and slap himself, why was he such a bastard in the first place?

With a good wife and children not accompanied, every day outside is either drinking or killing, although there are not so many people in this world who want to kill, but the things I want to do are almost the same.

He sighed slightly, patted Francis on the shoulder, and said warmly, "Don't be sad, lad. You know, I'm also a fan of superheroes, and if you want, we can play together and create our own hero stories together, how about that? ”

Francis's eyes lit up, and he looked up at the tall man in front of him, and a wave of excitement welled up in his heart. He never imagined that he could be friends with this seemingly powerful and mysterious uncle, let alone create their own superhero story together.

The Canadian who can't be beaten no matter how you fight, and the pink eye that shoots lasers out of the eyes.

If they work together, they can definitely create superheroes that are even more interesting than that.

"Would you like to play with me? Sarah often says it's naïve to do that! Francis asked expectantly.

"Of course, lad, I have a boundless imagination. We can create the best, bravest superheroes, and the scariest villains."

The golden afterglow of the setting sun shines through the windows and illuminates the room.

Frank said and looked around, his gaze finally resting on the bookshelf next to him, which was filled with various superhero comics and books.

He had an idea and said, "Wait. I have a better idea."

The little boy looked at him curiously, winked and asked, "What's the idea?" ”

"Actually, I'm a superhero too." Frank touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then smiled, his voice full of confidence.

Although I never thought of myself as a superhero, there is no need to think so. But I've worked briefly with street heroes like Daredevil and Spider-Man a few times.

So the Punisher can also be considered a superhero. Right?

Francis looked at him quizzically and asked, "Really?" What superhero are you? ”

With a mysterious glint in the brunette man's eyes, he patiently explained, "I'm a not-so-well-known superhero, and my superpowers are."

He stopped suddenly, his brow furrowed slightly, and he thought about how to describe himself.

You can't tell this kid directly that his 'superpowers' are wearing clothes with white skulls printed on them, using guns to beat all the bad guys into a sieve, or using simple tools such as screwdrivers to torture confessions.

It was too dark for an eight-year-old to tell as a story.

"Say it! What is a superpower? Francis jumped up and down in place, and couldn't wait to ask, completely unaware of how many lives the man in front of him carried, and could only be regarded as an anti-hero.

After thinking for a while, Frank's eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at Bai Ye on the sofa holding a cup of tea that had long been cooled, and then said: "My superpowers have to be kept secret, but my friend is actually a superhero, do you want to see his superpowers?" ”

There was a hint of anticipation on his face.

"It's not a problem, but my abilities aren't as interesting as his." Bai Ye rubbed his fingers, and a wind blew immediately, and then, Pietro, dressed in a blue tights, instantly appeared in front of them.

In order for Francis, a young boy, to witness his super speed, Pietro deliberately slowed down to create a series of afterimage effects, making the room seem to be filled by himself.

Francis's eyes widened, and he pointed to the shadows and exclaimed, "Wow! Super speed! ”

After hearing the little boy's exclamation, Quicksilver stroked his silver hair and said proudly: "That's right! Super speed is the most wonderful ability in this world. No offense. In the second half of the sentence, he grinned at Frank and White Night.

"yes."

Bai Ye pointed to the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, Pietro subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, there were a lot of biscuit crumbs, he suddenly smiled a little embarrassed and relieved, and then wiped off the scum with the back of his hand.

However, after hearing Pietro's words, the little boy touched his chin and thought about it in distress, and then said excitedly: "But I still prefer the green giant in your story, because he only wears a pair of purple shorts!" ”

"That's because he can't wear anything else," Frank shook his head and laughed, then he paused and said, "But do you know who the other hero is?" ”

"Who?"

"Your father."

(End of chapter)