Marvel's Father Earth

As neighbors of the Pym family, Merin and Garen did have a lot of fun, especially if there was a slight quarrel between father and daughter, Hope would go directly to Merin's house to complain.

"You think so, right? Hank is just going too far!" Hope complained with a small mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, this kind of bastard dad, if it were me, just punch him... haha~"

"A punch? I'll give you a punch first! Prepare your paper for me!"

Before Garen could finish his words, Maierin punched him unconscious, dragged him upstairs and threw him into the room.

"Giggle, Uncle Merin, the way you and Uncle Garen get along is so interesting!"

Hope had seen such a scene countless times. He complained, Garen made a bad idea, and then was knocked unconscious by Merin and thrown into the room. This was a routine process.

After seeing it so many times, Hope was still very happy when he saw it, and all the depression and anger in his heart disappeared.

"Galon him, ugh." Maier said with a headache.

Although Garen still looks young, he is actually over 50 years old. But outside of battle, his personality is still like a child, very out-of-touch, which is completely different from the stable and mature Garen in my memory. Number.

"Isn't it because of my appearance that Galleon grew crooked?" Mai Ern doubted.

But he immediately shook his head and threw this idea away. The Saints in the Sanctuary were basically trained by themselves. There was no problem with their length, except for Gallon, which was definitely not his problem.

"By the way, Uncle Merin, I've always been curious, why does Uncle Gallon call you "Sir"? Aren't you brothers?" Hope asked.

"This..." Merin thought about the excuse and found that there was an excuse that was very suitable for Garen, so he pointed to his head, "... Do you know that there is a disease in the world called chuunibyou? The brain is a little abnormal. .”

"Hey~? Is there still such a disease?" Hope asked curiously.

"Yeah, it's all my fault. I spoiled him too much when I was a child. I sold him a lot of books about legends, superhero comics, and the like. As a result, now he often regards himself as the protagonist of the story and says some very shameful things, such as "eating" "I'll hit the Demon Emperor's Phantom Fist", "Look at the move, Galaxy Star Explosion"... and so on."

"But why do I feel so handsome?"

"Bang~"

Miles flicked Hope on the forehead angrily. He didn't want Hope to be led astray. Thinking of the wise, mature and heroic second-generation Wasp in the future, he pointed at the enemy and shouted: "In the name of God, Destroy you!"

No, delete it quickly, it’s too eye-catching.

"Hope, listen to me."

"Oh...oh..." Hope was also frightened by Myron's sudden serious expression, and sat down obediently to listen.

"Although chuunibyou is not fatal, it is still very scary. You must know that although some people are dead, they still live in people's hearts, but some people are alive, but they are dead. Think about it, if you leave Go to the street, in a crowded place, put your hands on your hips and point to the sky, raise your head and shout "Moment of Blessing!"Most benevolent!The best!Supreme!The most powerful king! OhmaZi-O!" or something like that, do you think he's alive or dead?"

Following Merin's description, Hope's brain began to add pictures, and then...

"Thank you, uncle, I know what to do!" Hope threw the picture he had thought of before into the recycle bin and cleared it to pieces, and solemnly thanked Maierin.

"Well, this is a good boy." Maier smiled happily. Sure enough, Hope is a good boy, unlike some rotten tree that can't even defeat a paper.

"Uncle, I... am not a good boy." Hope lowered her head and whispered. She was not shy, but sad.

"Why not? You are a good boy if you correct your mistakes when you know they are wrong."

"But...but I have always been bad to Hank. I always look for opportunities to embarrass him. I know this is wrong, but he...but he just won't tell me where my mother is..."

As she spoke, Hope began to sob softly. She missed her mother. The last time she saw her mother was one night. Her parents went out to work together, but only her father came back, but her mother did not. She kept asking her father why her mother did not come back. He came back, but his father kept finding excuses.

At first, Hope really thought that Hank had done something to disgrace his mother, which made her mother abandon them, so she always had a bad attitude towards Hank.

But as Hank continued to express how much he loved Janet, the young Hope was naturally able to feel Hank's sincerity, and no longer thought that Janet abandoned them because Hank was sorry for her, but this It also caused Hope to want to know why Janet didn't come back.

But Hank never told her the answer.

"Hope, you are still young. There are some things you don't understand yet. Adults have their own helplessness. You need to understand Hank more. His love for your mother and you is sincere and great. You You can be angry with him, you can get emotional, but you must not reject his love for you, understand?" Merin comforted Hope by touching her head.

"Well... I know, Uncle Myron, but I won't call Hank dad until he tells me where mom is." Hope turned her head and said.

"Haha, you."

"Uncle, can you not drive me away? I want to stay a little longer." Hope asked aggrievedly.

"Of course, what do you want to eat tonight?" Maierin asked.

"hot pot!"

The smile on Maier's face froze. This hot pot... is it serious?

Sure enough, the next second, there was a knock on the door.

Myron flicked Hope's forehead, glared at her, and then stood up to open the door.

Hope covered her forehead and stuck out her tongue at Merin's back, then covered her mouth and snickered. She knew her little thoughts had been seen through, but... Merin didn't refuse either!

yeah!Hank, just wait!

Meyer opened the door expressionlessly and saw Hank...

"Hey! Myron! Look, I bought it..." Hank held up the two big bags he was holding with both hands with a sunny smile.

"Bang~"

Before he finished speaking, Merin closed the door directly, and Hank almost bumped into the door just as he was about to step into the house.

"Mairin, open the door! You can't treat your good neighbor like this! My daughter is still at your house! Open the door!"

After knocking on the door for a while, Maier couldn't bear it anymore and opened the door again.

"wheat……"

Hank wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Myron.

"We are having hot pot tonight. Do you want to come in?"

Hearing this, the smile on Hank's face froze, the back of his thighs subconsciously tightened, and his hands lost strength. If Maier hadn't been quick with his eyesight, the two big bags of ingredients would have been wasted.

"I didn't offend you, did I?" Hank asked pitifully.

"Hope's order." Myron said jokingly.

"Cuckoo~"

Hank's heart tightened. He turned his head and saw Hope quietly sticking out her tongue at him through the gap. His heart was filled with desolation and sadness.

But in order to gain Hope's approval, Hank gritted his teeth, made a determined effort, and did it!

"No problem! I just love hotpot!"

"Uncle Merin! I want to eat spicy food!"

Hank: (ノへ￣,) My little cotton-padded jacket, why are you so evil-minded! ?

"Do you still want to come in?" Maier's smile became even brighter.

"Come in! Why don't you come in!"

"Come on then."

Merin watched Hank strut into the room with his head held high, looking tragic and solemn like "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never return", and he pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

……

It's as red as blood, shining like light, rolling like lava. The heat that hits your face makes you sweat, and the hot wind blows on your face, stinging your skin.

"Hank, if I were you, I'd go straight ahead! What are men afraid of!?" Garen had a joking smile on his face, and kept making excuses.

He was on Hope's side. If Hank made a fool of himself, he would naturally applaud and even record it.

The last time he went into the hospital, he secretly recorded his "serious" conversation with the doctor. There was even a video. Whenever he felt unhappy, he would take it out for fun. He even took it back to the sanctuary to show it to his companions. Propaganda.

Alone Better Together!

"Hank, how about... forget it, I won't look down on you because of this."

Seeing this, Garen gave Hope a thumbs up under the table.

Nice!This is a godly teammate!A beautiful last hit. With this blow, Hank's escape route is gone.

Hank, who was originally flinching, couldn't stand it when he heard such words!Go straight on!The worst possible outcome is death!A true warrior dares to face the bleak life, dares to face the dripping blood, and dares to endure the burning of red oil hot pot!

In response to Hank's determination, his right hand tremblingly picked up a thin piece of beef and put it into the hot lava. It was washed over and over again, the color faded, and it became mature.

Then he went to the bowl and wrapped it in circles of sesame oil, trying to wash away more of the heat.

Finally, under the expectant looks of Hope and Garen, Hank put it into his mouth.

"Hmm~!"

Hank's eyes widened and he clenched his teeth but couldn't stop his gums from trembling.

It's fire!Burning fire!Filling the entire mouth, Hank wanted to turn into a dragon, roar to the sky, and announce the return of the king with his hot dragon breath!

"Chew, chew, chew...Gulu~"

The flames began to spread, completely violating the laws of physics, starting from the mouth, igniting the throat, igniting the intestines, and igniting the stomach!

"Ha~ha~ha~"

At this time, Hank was sweating profusely, his clothes were completely soaked, and his eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was proud because he once again defeated a powerful enemy!Became a hero in the heart of my daughter... a hero...

Hank looked at Hope proudly, hoping to get her approval, but he found sadly...

After he swallowed it, Hope stopped paying attention to him and chatted happily with Myron and Garen, eating hot pot.

"Pfft~" A mouthful of thousand-year-old blood was held in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out.

"Drink some water, Hank, take it easy." Seeing this, Meyer laughed and handed Hank a glass of ice-cold lemonade to relieve himself.

"Grrrrrrrr~" Hank drank the lemonade in one gulp, and then he felt that he was out of the angel's arms again and survived.

"Hank, you are so weak."

"That's right, I can't stand the spicy food."

Hearing this, Meyer rolled his eyes, kicked them under the table, and advised Hank: "It's okay Hank, take your time, you just..."

"Stop saying anything!" Hank stretched out his hand to stop Myron from continuing.

It's over, Barbie Q.

"I must conquer hot pot today! I will never drink water!"