Marvel: Mr. President

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Peter reached his home late that night and was scolded by his aunt. But she could not bring herself to do that for too long. However, then some men started to drop bags and boxes in front of her apartment's door.

"W-What's all this? I didn't order it." She said.

Peter quickly stopped his aunt, "Aunt May, look at this. I was gifted all of this. This man and woman gave them to me,"

May looked at the photo in the brand new iPhone. She rubbed her eyes multiple times, "M-Mister Pre... Ah, this is the new Superhero with his girlfriend. His dress matches the previous president so well,"

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Peter dumbly stared at her, ~How can people not see?~ he wondered.

"Why did they gift you all this?" She inquired.

Now, Peter couldn't tell her that he nearly died after getting hit by a truck. So he improvised, "I helped him by giving his wallet back after he dropped it. So they gifted me all this,"

"Really? Are you sure it wasn't a scam... Wait! That's not how scams work. There is so much stuff. How can they afford this? Do superheroes get paid?" She asked herself a dozen questions.

*RING RING*

Just then, May's phone rang. She quickly picked it up and started nodding her head and responded with yes and no. By the end, her face had paled, and she fell to the couch.

Worried, Peter ran to get her a glass of water, "What happened, Aunt May?"

She caressed Peter's head as a smile appeared on her face, "I-I just got a promotion at the job!"

"REALLY? That's so amazing." Peter chirped excitedly. However, he was too smart not to connect the dots.

...

The North Pole,

"Hohoho... whom do we have here? My best friend and his son,"

Hector and Moony arrived at the North Pole. There was no land on the North Pole officially, but this place was secret for centuries in the past. The land where Santa Claus lives. A strange yet strongest ever mutant who brings happiness to kids.

"Woof!" Moony jumped around and barked.

If not Santa, who else would understand Moony? "Oh, the deers are inside their shed. Go there and play with them, boy. I still have some work to do. The elfs are packing the gifts in my dimensional pouch."

Moony dashed away to play with the deer friends. The deers were special, and just like him, they could understand the human tongue but could not speak it. They were also magical and knew precisely where they needed to go to.

Hector and Santa clasped hands together like old brothers and started working. Santa was a bit taller than Hector and had similar hair and beard. Other than that, he also had a ripped body full of muscles. But he was more wholesome than Hector.

"Let's go and pack the bags. Just an hour left until midnight." Hector rushed to help him pack bags.

This was the only night when Santa worked, and it must go well. There were three kinds of kids, bad ones who get nothing but bad luck for getting crap gifts. Neutral kids who'd rather watch another kid being bullied, so they also get nothing. And some really good kids who are kind for no reason. Since this category is in the minority, all of them get gifts.

Also, kids were all those aged 13 and below. The rest were considered too intelligent to start questioning why this gift exists.

*Ring ring ring*

Out of nowhere, the sound of bells jingling came. Hector looked at the sky, and there was their ride. The mythical sleigh. Pulled by nine raindeers and one good fluffy boy.

As the old-fashioned yet super-fast mode of transportation landed in front of the tiny house, Santa walked out of it happily, with a big box on his back. His shirt opens from the front, revealing his abs.

"I'm pretty sure you shouldn't enter kids' rooms dressed like this," Hector advised him.

Santa chuckled, "Fear not, my friend. I do not commit such sins. This is just for the yearly photoshoot. I make my pocket money from selling some calendars."

"Tell me if you need more money. I'm pretty rich, just so you know. Let's go now. I don't want to let the kids stay up for too long. Where to go first anyway?" Hector asked and jumped into the sleigh.

"East Asia and Oceania, they get them first. But sadly, each year, the number of good kids is decreasing. I wonder what is causing that. I fear for the day when the world doesn't need a Santa," Santa sighed in worry.

Hector patted his back, "When that happens, just start gifting food, good luck, and shelter to poor, hurt animals."

"HELL YEAH!" Santa raised his fist in the air, "Why wait? I shall start that from next year itself,"

"HO HO HO! HERE WE GOOO..."

The sleigh started to move, and soon enough, it was in the air. Hector had no idea what powers Santa had that allowed Moony to walk in the air. He also didn't care. He just liked vibing with Santa.

"So, how does this go? How do you make a list?" Hector asked.

Santa ruffled his beard, "I have informants all around the world who make a list of what the kids want. Then I have elfs from Alfheim, who are responsible for making the toys. Simple as that,"

Hector rubbed his beard as well. If not for the height difference, one would think both were twin brothers. Now when Hector was also wearing a Santa uniform, it was harder to differentiate.

They slowly started to fly around the world and gifted children. Santa had a variety of abilities he could use to do his job, from entering any chimney to teleportation. He even had some artefacts to help him to make snow.

The most fun situations were when they'd find thieves trying to steal in a house. Hector would first break their jaws, and then they'd crawl on their feet to Santa while crying. Santa had these effects because he radiates a subtle charismatic, charming effect on people, able to soften hardened hearts and convert criminals.

~Trully, he's like the refined version of me,~ Hector felt after seeing him at work.

They slowly roamed around the world and gifted presents to even superhero kids of the next generation. There were also so many mutant kids who only wished for a better life. Santa could only bless them.

Eventually, they arrived in New York. This was their final stop since Hector was also living here, and Santa had a plan of drinking with his bro tonight. However, as they started to reach the last stop, Santa realised something.

"Oh no, this kid has everything he ever desired. And... you gifted it?"

Hector was reminded of Peter Parker, "Oh, no need to gift him anything. I told him he could see you. That will be his gift,"

"NO! I shall never break the tradition going on since my grandfather's days. All good kids deserve a gift. I will seal the havens to find the perfect present. You wait here,"

Santa teleported away, leaving the sleigh to him now. Getting bored, he called Diana to hang around with him on it. They flew around the city and treated it like a special date. Not knowing Santa was running around the world.

Eventually, Hector started to feel worried as the sun was about to rise, and Santa had not returned. "Did something bad happen?" He wondered.

"HERE!"

The man arrived, however. He was shirtless, sweating, and looked tired. God knows where he was all this time. But he didn't stop as time was of the essence. He rushed to Peter Parker's house. It was an apartment with no chimney; hence the window was the only way in.

*BOOM*

Forget the window; Santa entered by breaking the wall as well.

"AAAAA!" Peter screamed in fear since he had been waiting for Santa the whole time. But what entered was a shirtless, buffed, white-bearded guy. Santa was supposed to be fat.

"HO HO HO! Here is your gift, good lad. Your own lightsaber. You have no idea how far I had to go for it. Enjo... NO!"

Santa stopped in the middle of his speech as he noticed a lot of human police cars gathering on the ground. Choppers also appeared and put the spotlight on him.

"Be a good kid," he quickly patted Peter's head and jumped out. It was time for some evasive maneuvers. After all, this was not his first time running from the police anyway.

*BEEP BEEP!*

"STOP! Or we will shoot, pedo!"

Santa's shoulder fell, "I AM SANTA CLAUS! YOU NAUGHTY MAN!"

But the police car called for more, "CALL FOR BACKUP! I REPEAT! I think we're going to need FBI here,"

"HECTOR! Bring down the sleigh!" he shouted at the sky. However, Hector was busy feeding Moony since it was his dinner time.

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