Marvel's father of superheroes

At the dining table, the atmosphere was a little dignified.

Hank Pym was alarmed to the extreme.

Mike would never let him go.

Of this, he was quite certain.

But until now, Mike has not come up with any terrible dishes, nor anything too spicy.

"Stop thinking nonsense, I won't use those things to harm you this time."

Mike placed the last plate of food in front of Hank Pym and said with a smile: "Your body is no better than mine. You can't stand the torture anymore."

Hank Pym was startled for a moment and snorted softly.

"I'm very strong!"

Then, he couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that we have known each other for such a long time."

He looked at Mike and saw his sincere face. He sighed deeply and said, "I was sorry just now."

Hearing this, the smile on Mike's face became brighter and he said, "Friends don't talk about these things."

Hank nodded.

Listening to what the two said, Clark and Hope looked strange.

The development of things was somewhat beyond their imagination.

Every battle before ended with Hank Pym being hospitalized. This time...

The two looked at each other and sighed softly.

Is the youth of these two old men over?

After dinner, Mike kept his promise and Hank Pym didn't get anything spicy, just delicious dishes.

Hank Pym felt more and more guilty about his behavior just now. Throughout the meal, he toasted to Mike repeatedly to express his apology.

However, despite the apparently harmonious scene, he always felt a little regretful...

Mike smiled, looking generous.

"Ha! Damn S.H.I.E.L.D., I knew they were not good things from the beginning! Look! It turns out they are all Hydra!"

"Fortunately, I refused their request and didn't hand over the Pym Particles to them!"

"Otherwise it would be Hydra's world now!"

Hank Pym's cheeks were slightly red, and he held up his wine glass and said excitedly.

"cut……"

Loki looked disdainful.

This old man is really not ashamed to name it after himself. Is that thing so powerful?

Noticing Loki's look, Hank Pym, who was a little drunk, glared and said angrily: "What? You don't believe it?"

Loki spread his hands, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and turned on the taunting mode.

Good guy!

Mike glanced at Loki.

He thinks Loki should be a tank!

Being a bullshit mage doesn't bring out your own strengths at all.

"Hey, let me tell you, that thing..."

"Hank!"

Mike gave a low shout and said, "Stop talking about your Pym Particles all the time. I know those things are very powerful."

If that thing fell into the hands of Hydra, the current world might really have fallen into the hands of Hydra.

That thing can not only change the future of the world, but even the past of the world.

If Loki takes notice of him, he might cause some trouble.

Hank Pym blinked, reacted, raised the cup in his hand to Mike, and said, "You still have vision."

After lightly touching Hank Pym, Mike said: "What exactly do you want to do here this time?"

If it was just to show off to him his wise decision back then, and to express his excitement after SHIELD was destroyed, there was no need to come to New York and just make a phone call.

Hank Pym took a sip of wine and muttered: "What can happen to me? I..."

"He retired. To be precise, Hank was squeezed out of Pym Technology Company. He came to relax this time."

Hope explained, and seeing Hank Pym staring at her, she wondered: "Didn't you tell me to be honest?"

Hank Pym said helplessly: "Being honest doesn't mean you won't save me face."

Hope chuckled: "I think it's good that you retired."

"What's so good? There's nothing to do every day, and you won't get married and give me a grandson to play with."

Hank Pym looked resentful, glanced at Clark next to Hope, his eyes lit up, and said: "I think Clark is good! How about it? Do you want to try dating?"

"Date? Do we still need to date?"

Hope put her hand on Clark's shoulder and said in an ambiguous tone: "We will get married tomorrow!"

"Okay!"

Hank Pym agrees.

"Then I will give you a grandson the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, okay!"

The half-drunk Hank Pym whispered and said in a daze: "The day after tomorrow? So soon!"

Hope rolled her eyes and was slightly startled when she noticed Clark's face was red. She blew a breath into Clark's ear like a mischief and said, "What do you think?"

Clark lowered his head and took two bites of rice, but Gwen on the side raised her own juice and said to Hope: "Then it's settled!"

"Hahaha!" Hope laughed: "Little devil."

Gwen stuck out her tongue, glanced at Clark secretly, and shook her head secretly.

Mike raised his glass, touched it lightly with Hank Pym, and said, "What are your plans next?"

"Plan?" Hank Pym took a sip of his wine and said, "No plan."

"He originally planned to teach Uncle Mike a lesson with the gifts he carefully prepared, and then go on a happy trip."

Hope stabs Hank Pym again.

Hank Pym looked at Hope resentfully: "Are you my daughter?"

Hope smiled and said nothing.

Looking at Hank, the smile on Mike's face was extremely bright.

After a while, Clark and Hope cleared away the dishes, and Mike served a dessert to Hank Pym.

"Hank, this is just for you."

Mike places a piece of pudding in front of Hank Pym.

"Just for me?"

Hank Pym was startled for a moment, and half-drunk, he suddenly woke up.

ha!Mike is so kind?

He knew that Mike wouldn't let him go so easily!

So, this pudding is super spicy?Or is it particularly unpalatable?

Hank Pym sneered, but found that he was actually getting excited.

"What's wrong? It's just a pudding."

Hank Pym narrowed his eyes and said, "Mike, you are too impatient!"

Mike smiled and said, "Don't think too much, this thing is very delicious."

"No, unless you take out the gift I gave you, you take a bite, and I take a bite!"

Mike sighed and said helplessly: "You don't believe me."

"Ha ha!"

Hank Pym sneered.

Mike looked at him and he looked at Mike.

The two suddenly laughed at the same time.

Old guy, you are awesome!

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Clark and the others gathered around as if they were watching the fun.

But the next second, after a box appeared in Mike's hand, the four people's expressions changed and they hurriedly hid outside the door.

"Come!"

Mike opened the box fiercely, raised his eyebrows, and hurriedly held his breath.

Then he materialized a dagger, waved it quickly with his palm, cut the 'Blue Cheese Baked Icelandic Dried Shark Herring Pie' into the size of a fingernail, casually scattered the dagger, pricked a piece with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, and said Hank Pym chewed twice defiantly.