Life with superheroes

"Delivery guy? Beggar? Who raised the children in this family?"

Tony Stark glared at the door that had just slammed shut in his face. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself.

"I'm not angry," he muttered under his breath, pacing in front of the house. "Not angry at all. They're just kids. Don't stoop to their level. No..."

Finally, unable to contain himself, he cursed quietly, "Damn it!"

Tony Stark, a man used to commanding respect wherever he went, could not believe the treatment he'd just received. He wasn't one to back down easily. He turned back to the house, his determination rekindled.

He thought grimly, Let's see whose kids these are and who's responsible for raising them like this.

Before he could knock again, a puzzled voice called out, "Eh? Who are you?"

Tony turned around to see a man stepping out of a car, carrying a few shopping bags.

"I..." Tony started, but before he could finish, the man interrupted, frowning slightly.

"Newspaper guy? Sorry, we don't have any subscriptions. Try another house," the man said flatly.

Tony's jaw twitched in frustration. Newspaper guy? His irritation flared, and for a moment, he forgot why he had come here in the first place.

The man looked at him for a moment, as if trying to place him, then shrugged and walked to the door. "If I'm not mistaken, you weren't invited here," he said casually before ringing the doorbell.

Tony gritted his teeth. "Wow," he muttered. "I see where those kids get it from."

The man paused, turned slightly, and with a calm but dismissive tone added, "Next time, remember to use the gate. And ring first."

Tony snorted, turned on his heel, and walked back to his car.

Watching him leave, Mike shook his head with a faint smile. "Troublesome guy," he muttered. "He acts like the center of the universe, even when he's clearly not."

Mike pressed the doorbell again, and the door opened moments later. Charles peeked out, looking around cautiously.

"Dad!" Charles exclaimed. Then, noticing Tony was gone, he added with relief, "Is that man gone?"

"He's gone," Mike confirmed as he walked into the house. Looking at the slightly disheveled state of the living room, he smiled. "Good job, Charles. Nice work keeping him at bay."

Charles chuckled proudly. "I did my best."

Clark and Eric, standing nearby, rolled their eyes but didn't say anything.

Mike handed one of the grocery bags to Clark. "There's juice in here. Go put it in the fridge. Dinner will be ready soon."

The house, despite being newly purchased, was well-furnished and equipped with all the essentials. Mike was pleased with it, though he knew there was still work to be done to make it feel like home.

"Put everything in the fridge, wash up, and help me in the kitchen," Mike called out as he headed there himself.

The kitchen was equipped with all the tools he needed, something he'd ensured before moving in. He unpacked the groceries and got to work. Soon, the aroma of a late lunch wafted through the house, making the kids hover around the kitchen with eager anticipation.

After lunch, the family spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and cleaning. Charles and Eric, exhausted, eventually fell asleep, leaving Clark to tackle the overgrown weeds in the backyard.

Watching his eldest son work diligently, Mike smiled. "It's nice having a kid like this," he mused.

By evening, dinner was prepared, eaten, and cleaned up. The family retired early, ending their first day in the new house.

The next day, Mike decided to take the kids out to explore the city. Their first stop was the Metropolitan Museum of Art, one of the world's most renowned museums.

As they wandered through the grand halls, the kids were awestruck by the vast array of exhibits—ancient artifacts, breathtaking art pieces, and fossils that told the story of Earth's history.

"Look at this!" Charles exclaimed, pointing to a towering dinosaur skeleton.

Eric marveled at a display of medieval armor, imagining knights and castles. Even Clark, usually the most composed of the three, seemed captivated by the rich history on display.

Though they only managed to explore a fraction of the museum, the day was already slipping away. By the time they left, the sun was beginning to set.

After grabbing a quick meal, they moved on to their next destinations: the oceanarium, Central Park, and finally an amusement park. Each stop brought new adventures and more laughter, and by the time night fell, the family was filled with the satisfaction of a day well spent.

That evening, Mike had one last surprise for the boys: tickets to a famous circus performing in Brooklyn.

As they approached the venue, the kids buzzed with excitement.

"I've heard this circus tours the world!" Charles said, his eyes sparkling.

"We're lucky to catch them," Mike added.

The circus was a spectacle of lights and sounds. The family had managed to get front-row seats, and as they settled in, Mike couldn't help but feel a sense of VIP treatment.

"This is the life," he muttered, relaxing into his seat.

Before the show began, Eric handed Mike a bucket of popcorn. "Here, Dad. You'll need this."

Mike glanced over and noticed that each of the boys had their own bucket. Grinning, he grabbed a handful from Eric's before the lights dimmed.

The show opened with a burst of music and a dazzling light display. The host, dressed in a sharp suit, performed an amusing magic trick before introducing the first act.

Dancers took the stage, their movements synchronized with the rhythm of the music. As the show progressed, each performance seemed to outdo the last—breathtaking acrobatics, mesmerizing magic shows, and thrilling animal tricks kept the audience on the edge of their seats.

Mike found himself particularly engrossed in one of the dancers, his attention caught by her graceful movements. Clark noticed and leaned over, whispering, "Dad, do you like her?"

Mike blinked, startled. "What are you talking about?"

Clark grinned innocently. "If you like her, you should marry her. I'm okay with it!"

Mike gave his son a deadpan look, placing a hand on his head and gently turning it back toward the stage. "Just watch the show, Clark."

The child's laughter was infectious, and Mike couldn't help but chuckle as well.

As the show reached its grand finale, the atmosphere in the tent became electric. The final performer took the stage, and the crowd fell silent in anticipation.

Mike's eyes narrowed as he watched the performer closely.

"A mutant?" Mike murmured under his breath.

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