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Late at night, a brilliant pillar of light suddenly descended from the sky.
A few seconds later, when the beam faded, a complex and mysterious pattern appeared on the ground. In the once-empty clearing stood a tall, muscular man with flowing hair.
It was the God of Thunder, Thor.
Glancing around at his surroundings, a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Finally, I'm back again."
After confirming his direction, he looked toward the distance, gave Mjolnir a casual swing, and soared into the sky.
He had asked Asgard's guardian, Heimdall, to locate his girlfriend and open the Bifrost nearby.
It had been a long time since he last saw her, and that was the first thing he needed to do.
As for delivering the weapon to Clark…
Well, Clark had already waited this long; what did a couple more days matter? Right?
Thinking this way, Thor felt no guilt at all.
Dear Jane, here I come!
…
"Achoo!"
Clark sneezed.
Rubbing his nose, he muttered, "Someone must be talking about how handsome I am behind my back."
Picking up his coffee, he took a sip and continued browsing the web.
Halloween was only three days away.
He had promised Gwen to buy costumes so they could join the festivities together.
But buying costumes wasn't enough—he also needed to learn makeup.
"How to do zombie makeup, how to act like a demon, how to pull off a vampire look…"
Watching the tutorials, Clark's face grew darker and darker.
Eyeshadow, blush, lipstick shades, foundation…
His head felt like it was about to explode.
Rubbing his temples, he shut the videos off immediately.
No way, he couldn't do these.
He silently made a decision.
"What should I wear for Halloween?"
Like any modern dad, Clark turned to the internet for answers.
Halloween costumes, this year's trends, style variations…
He raised an eyebrow and clicked on the "Halloween Fashion Trends" tab—his eyes lit up.
Superhero costumes were this year's craze?
Of course!
Superheroes!
Most of them wore masks. With a mask on, who would even notice makeup?
Perfect!
Decision made.
"I'm a genius!"
Clark gave himself a thumbs-up in his mind.
Opening a shopping site, he typed in "superhero costume."
Good grief.
There were so many!
A little stunned, he began browsing.
Iron Man?
He clicked to take a closer look.
The battle armor was now just fabric, and the arc reactor in the palm had turned into a flashlight.
"Hahaha!"
Clark burst out laughing. When he saw the buyer reviews, he nearly fell out of his chair.
One photo showed a chubby, bearded man squeezed tightly into the Iron Man suit, the fabric straining against his rolls of flesh. The man even lifted his shirt to reveal his belly—tattooed with Iron Man's face—while the caption above read: Love you!
"Pfft! Hahaha! I can't take this!"
Clark laughed so hard he collapsed onto the table, then grabbed his phone, snapped the picture, and sent it straight to the Avengers group chat.
The group chat.
With social apps getting more popular, Tony had casually developed one exclusively for superheroes and close acquaintances. You couldn't even download it without an invite.
Currently, Clark was in four groups:
His family chat, "Kent."
The Avengers' chat, "Avengers Assemble."
The X-Men's chat, "X-Men."
A joint Avengers and X-Men chat, "Superheroes."
Clark had the most groups out of anyone—every team seemed to add him.
The moment the picture landed in the Avengers group, messages started popping up within seconds.
Steve: (?ω?)
Tony: What the hell is that?
Bruce: Damn it, I almost Hulked out just now! ROAR!
Natasha: Tony, is that you twenty years from now?
Tony: …
Barton: My eyes are ruined. Can't take on missions anymore.
Wanda: Go to Mr. Kent for eye surgery.
Pietro: +1.
Tony: Give me some time! I'll track this guy down, swap his costume with someone else's, and shoot an entire photo series!
Everyone: !!
Steve: Nope, I'm out. Not getting involved.
Tony: Get back here!
Bruce: By the way… should we all dress up and go out for Halloween?
Pietro: +1.
Natasha: Dress up as what?
Clark: Leave it to me! I'll handle everything!
Steve: I've got a bad feeling about this.
Pietro: +1.
Clark: It's settled then! Don't forget on Halloween!
Before anyone could refuse, Clark ended the call.
"Hehehe!"
A mischievous grin spread across his face as his eyes gleamed at the superhero costumes on the shopping site.
A few minutes later, he placed the orders.
As for the sizes…
He chose random ones. Whoever ended up with which costume would simply have to trust their luck.
"Fair! Impartial! Reasonable! Generous! I'm amazing!"
Praising himself, Clark stretched, downed the last of his now-cold coffee, washed the cup, and went to bed.
…
The next day, the weather was clear.
While Clark was cooking breakfast, a figure descended at his doorstep with thunder and lightning.
His hand froze mid-flip over the frying pan.
"Don't tell me it's him…"
Activating his super vision, he peeked outside and couldn't help but smile.
Sure enough, it was Thor. And compared to before his return to Asgard, he had changed quite a bit.
Placing the fried egg aside, Clark walked toward the door.
But before he could open it, Thor had already let himself in.
Seeing Clark, Thor jingled a key in his hand and grinned. "I left a spare key here before I left."
Clark nodded, studying Thor's restored physique. "Long time no see."
"Ha-ha!" Thor laughed heartily, pulling Clark into a firm hug and slapping his back. "Everyone's doing well, I hope?"
Clark nodded, then pointed toward the kitchen with a raised brow. "Let's see if you've gotten rusty."
Perfect! Someone else to cook!
"Rusty?"
Thor chuckled smugly. "Impossible!"
With supreme confidence, he strode into the kitchen. A flash of light crossed his body, transforming his clothes into casual homewear.
Clark leaned against the doorway, amused, until he saw Thor summon a flash of light into his palm and materialize one cooking tool after another.
"What the…?"
Thor gazed at the utensils with deep affection. "These are my new treasures—kitchenware forged by the Dwarves of Nidavellir, crafted especially for me!"
Nidavellir's dwarves?
The ones who made Mjolnir, Gungnir, and countless other divine artifacts?
Clark twitched at the corners of his mouth, staring at the kitchenware that seemed to radiate a mystical glow, then raised his thumb in approval.
"Legendary plus!"
(End of Chapter)