American comic book: Scarlet Witch's Multiverse

Chapter 83 Five Years Later

The fifth year after the war.

Metropolitan, Maximov Law Firm.

The now-adult Clark sat in his office, flipping through a thick stack of legal documents. He wore a well-tailored dark suit and non-prescription glasses, looking like an ordinary young lawyer.

Five years have changed a lot. He has grown to 1.9 meters tall and is more muscular, but his demeanor is much more mature than when he was a teenager.

If he was a sharp sword drawn from its sheath five years ago, he is now more like a long knife sheathed, its sharpness concealed, yet even more dangerous.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in," Clark said without looking up.

The door opened, and Diana walked in. Five years had left no trace on her face; she remained as young and beautiful as when they first met.

Today she wasn't wearing armor, but rather a smart business suit, with her hair tied in a neat ponytail.

"Still looking at documents?" Diana sat down on the sofa and said with a hint of helplessness, "You've been working for twelve hours straight."

"This draft law will be submitted to Congress for review next week, and there are still a few clauses that need to be amended." Clark put down the document and rubbed his temples.

Five years ago, he pledged to push for improvements in laws related to people with superpowers, and he has been working towards that goal for the past five years.

He obtained his law license, entered the legal profession, and drove change from within.

The process was much more difficult than he had anticipated, but the results were accumulating little by little.

"You're pushing yourself too hard," Diana said.

"Time waits for no one." Clark stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling city outside.

"In the past five years, more and more people with superpowers have emerged in the world. Some choose to become heroes, some choose to become criminals, and some waver between the two. Without a clear legal framework, big problems will inevitably arise sooner or later."

Diana walked to his side and stood beside him, looking out at the city.

"You've changed a lot," she said softly.

"Is that so?" Clark tilted his head slightly.

"You wouldn't have thought about this much before," Diana smiled.

"You only know how to solve problems with your fists."

Clark laughed too: "That's because my father taught me that fists can't solve all problems."

When Wanda was mentioned, their expressions softened.

"How are Wanda and Ganata doing lately?" Diana asked.

"The same as always." Clark's tone carried a hint of helplessness and indulgence.

"My mother stays home to rest during her pregnancy, and my father is always around her. When I went back last week, there were dozens of parenting books in the house. My father read them all and even took notes."

Diana couldn't help but laugh out loud: "That does sound like something Wanda would do."

"Oh, right," Clark suddenly remembered something, "My mother asked me to ask you when we're going to the farm again. She said she wants to discuss baby products with you; she thinks you have good taste."

Diana raised an eyebrow: "Does she think I have good taste, or does she want me to be her free labor to pick things out?"

Clark coughed lightly, but did not answer the question.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

As evening fell, Clark changed into his blue battle suit.

He flew into the clouds and began his patrol for the day.

For the past five years, he has taken time to patrol almost every day.

Metropolis is his main area of ​​activity, but he occasionally goes to other places.

He has fought bank robbers, prevented terrorist attacks, and helped victims of natural disasters.

The people gave him a title.

superman.

Clark didn't like the nickname at first.

He felt that the word "Superman" was too lofty and did not align with his original intention.

But gradually he accepted it, because people needed this name. They needed someone to look up to, a symbol that could give them a sense of security.

He patrolled for two hours, dealing with a car accident and a construction site collapse. Only after confirming that there were no other abnormalities did he fly towards the farm.

The farm hasn't changed much. The land Wanda bought back then is still vast, and the yard is the same as it was back then, except there are more flowers and plants in the yard, all planted little by little by Ganata over the years.

Clark landed in the yard, took off his battle suit, changed into ordinary clothes, and pushed open the door to go inside.

"I'm back."

In the living room, Wanda was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

She looked up at Clark, nodded in response, and then continued reading.

She was holding a parenting book, and there were more than a dozen similar books piled up next to her.

There was a noise coming from the kitchen, and Ganata poked her head out: "You're back? Perfect timing, help me taste this soup and see how it tastes."

Five years have passed, and the embryo in Ganata's womb has gradually matured. It seems that something bad is about to happen to the child.

This is Wanda's first biological child, which is why she is so enthusiastic about baby products.

Wanda would regularly feed the embryo inside Ganata with her own blood.

Clark went into the kitchen, took the spoon his mother handed him, and took a bite.

"It's a bit bland," he said honestly.

"Is that so?" Ganata took a sip herself and nodded. "It is indeed a bit bland."

She picked up the salt shaker to add salt, but Clark quickly took it from her, saying, "Let me do it. You go sit down and rest."

"I'm not that delicate." Ganata rolled her eyes at him, but still let Clark take the salt shaker and went to the living room to sit down next to Wanda.

Clark quickly came out with a pot of soup, then went back to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks, serving one bowl each to Wanda and Ganata.

The three sat around the dining table, the atmosphere exactly the same as it had been years ago.

"Aunt Diana came to the office to see me today," Clark said.

"What did she say?" Ganata asked.

"She asked me how you guys were doing lately, and asked me to tell you that she's free to come to the farm next week," Clark replied truthfully.

Ganata's eyes lit up: "That's perfect! There's a new baby products exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art next week, and I was just wondering who would go with me."

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Wanda finally put down her book, glanced at Ganata, and said, "I'll go with you."

"Last time you came to the mall with me, you only stayed for ten minutes before dragging me back," Ganata said irritably. "Diana is much more patient than you."

Wanda paused for a moment, offering no rebuttal.

Clark watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips. This was his home, and no matter how the outside world changed, this would always be the place where he felt most at ease.

After dinner, Clark took the initiative to clear the dishes. When he returned to the living room after washing the dishes, Wanda was standing by the window looking at the starry sky.

Clark walked over to her.

"Father."

"Um.

""

"I saved a child while I was on patrol today," Clark said softly. "He fell from the third-floor balcony, and I caught him. His mother cried and thanked me, saying I was an angel."

Wanda didn't speak, she just listened quietly.

"When I first put on this suit five years ago, I thought I knew what I was going to do. But over the years, I've discovered that things are much more complicated than I imagined." Clark's voice was somewhat low. "I've saved people; some thank me, some are afraid of me. I've pushed for the law; some support me, some oppose me. I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong."

Wanda turned to look at him.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Clark paused for a moment, then said, "I think you're right."

"Then keep going." Wanda's tone was calm and firm: "You don't need to please everyone. You just need to make sure that everything you do is in accordance with your own conscience."

""

Clark looked into his father's eyes and slowly nodded.

The sky outside the window is filled with stars, like an eternal painting.

Under this starry sky, the era of superheroes has just begun, and the story of Clark Maximoff has just turned a new page.