Marvel: Mr. President

Senate Majority Leader's office.

Hector entered without any greetings or knocking. The man, his name was Paul Rudd. Initially, he had a great relationship with Hector, but now it all seems to have gone down the drain.

Hector first closed and locked the door and took a seat. "How are you doing, Rudd?"

Paul Rudd, 65, was the Senate Majority leader, president or not, he deserved respect. "Hector, the laws you proposed were foolish. Do you have any idea how many voters we would have lost in southern states if we passed those?"

Hector sneered, "It's all just votes and politics for you, right? The plight of people does not matter to you. You are no better than those Nazis killing Jews. Your puny pathetic brains lack the ability to realise that if not today, then tomorrow you will have to pass these laws. But sadly, then it'll be too late."

"Don't get too emotional, Hector. You only became the president because Roosevelt resigned. You are a magnificent General, so do that, win us this damned war. You will most likely not win again anyway." Paul said in a mocking tone.

Hector stood up, "Hmm, I've seen fools in my lifetime, none like you. I became the president, and I will damn make sure I do the job right. *BAM*"

All of a sudden Hector grabbed Paul's tie and pulled him on the desk, the man looked at him scaredly, "Y-You... don't do this, Hector. You will regret this. They are already angry with you."

*BAM*

Hector slapped him just enough to not leave a mark and still hurt, "I'm the President, and the President enjoys absolute immunity, you dimwit. Now, I want you to tell me your deepest darkest desires, I know you have many, just like all other politicians. What do you want? Power, position, fame or something else?"

Paul's eyes shined in a red tint and he spoke with a cheerful smile, "I... I want to be the president and... and marry Ava Gardner."

~The actress?~ Hector realised whose name he spoke.

He punched him this time, "You pervert, she's just 21. Your fat ugly ass is 65. You really are a pig who wants to use his position and power to force women. I must investigate you it seems. Hmm, a fine idea indeed, investigate every single politician."

Of course, he didn't hear him as he was still under the effect of his power. Well, since the man was such a pervert, Hector decided to make a deal with him, a devil's deal. The best thing about it was, if one spoke about it to anyone else, they just wouldn't be able to for some reason.

"Then I can grant you your wishes, just tell them and sign this document and your wishes shall be met. In return, you will have to do as I say, whenever I say and give your essence." Hector used the crossroads soul buyer power, but it also made him look like a demon. Not that it matters currently.

"I... Can I really become president and marry Ava Gardner?" He asked greedily and... lustfully.

Paul, already in the effect of his previous magic, was going with the flow. Hector helped him stab his thump with the needle and then stamp it on the paper with blood.

"Done, congratulations, you will soon become the president and marry Ava Gardner. Now, it's your job to make sure all the laws I propose get passed. Have a good day." Hector left the man in office, now dreaming about the future.

But what he didn't know was that this deal was crap. He just sold his soul for becoming the president of a bankrupt company and marrying an 80-year-old woman named Ava Gardner. Of course, he will get all these in a few years.

That day, Hector visited all important influential leaders of Congress and made a lot of messed up deals. He also met some who voted in favour and talked with them about the future of America. He even decided to make a few young ones among them his students.

...

Camp Lehigh,

"This is making me cry," Brigadier General Phillips frowned at the sight of Steve Rogers, whom Erskine had revealed to be his choice.

Erskine chuckled, "I am looking for abilities beyond physical. Besides, he was selected by the President himself."

Phillips sighed in annoyance, "Yes, I know. I don't understand what even goes on in his head."

"If you understood his mind then you'd be the president, General. And I'm sure nobody in the world can understand his mind. What he does goes against all logical reasoning. A 72-year-old man, destroying planes in the sky with his hands and tanks while on his bike, led an army to win Northern Africa without a casualty. Even now, the laws he tried to pass, does he not want to win another term?" Erskine asked.

Phillips grunted, "Argh... he's the best president this nation has ever had in more than a century, I would like to see him in office post-war as well, but... his ideas are too radical, too progressive and that goes against the thought process of a man of this era. Leave it, doctor, politics is not for the weak minds of ours.

"Still, I withhold my decision, just look at this kid, you stick a needle in his arm, it's gonna go right through him."

"He has the determination, will and compassion needed to be a good soldier," Erskine argued.

"He lacks the physical abilities... and possibly the courage to become a soldier. All right, let's see." Phillips walked away from Erskine and stood there, watching everything.

*BANG* "DON'T MOVE! I will kill him... And you all... I will blow this whole truck!"

Out of nowhere, a soldier appeared behind Erskine, held him by his neck with a gun and in his other arm there was a grenade. He looked crazed and pointed the gun at the soldiers every now and then.

All the soldiers training there ran away, as the assailant had a grenade in his hand and they were standing by an ammunition truck.

"STAND DOWN!" Agent Carter fearlessly proceeded to stop the man, but Phillips signalled to her to stand down and move aside. But, to Phillip's anger, each and every single soldier ran away, even Steve Rogers. ~I guess we're doomed to fail.~

*BAM* "RUN, DOCTOR!"

Out of nowhere, the little skinny boy, Steve, sneaked up behind the assailant and jumped on him clumsily. His body was small, but he had the experience of a thousand beatings, he knew where to hit to drop a man by now.

He had kicked just behind the keens of the man from behind, making him fall down, face first, with the Doctor now being free. However, just as the man fell, the grenade was released.

Moving faster than one could think, Steve jumped on the grenade and shouted, "GET BACK!"

"MOVE!"

Phillips just speechlessly looked at the little boy, with a new expression on his face. As the grenade didn't blow up, everyone also looked. Agent Carter smiled and walked to Steve.

Steve was having an adrenaline rush, so he didn't move and stayed there. Only when Agent Carter touched his shoulder did he look up, "I... Am I alive? Is this a test?"

She had a smile on her face, one beyond just appreciating his action, "Get up, Steven."

Dr Erskine, meanwhile, glared at Phillips, knowing he was just used by him in this little test. The attacking soldier also laughed and stood up, "That was nerve-racking, I feared someone would shoot me from a distance."

...

The training at Camp Lehigh was not really for training, it was only meant to be used for the selection of a soldier to become the super-soldier. So, after Phillips agreed with Erskine's choice, Steve, there was no point in delaying. Men were losing their lives in Europe, they needed super soldiers.

So, on 22nd June 1943, the whole experiment was set to take place. Hector was informed about this and told to arrive in time in a low-key fashion. However, Hector was having a dilemma right now, it was to leave Erskine alive or not.

He knew that the man was most likely going to be assassinated. He had stopped Soviet and German spies, but Hydra spies were in a different league, so there was no way that they wouldn't be present at the experiment.

~Hm... I know how strong Super Solider serum can be. As long as Erskine lives, there will forever be super-soldier serum. And for a fact I know, finding more people with great morals and honour like Steve is impossible. If the United States makes an army of Super Soldiers, then a lot of them are bound to be captured and get their blood taken for research. Or some might just go rogue after they sense the amount of power they have.~ he thought in his office.

A super-soldier can bring so much damage, it could be seen by Bucky in the original timeline. So, Hector had a few choices, let Erskine die, let him live, or do something that he lives and does not make more super soldiers.

~It seems I need to take over a minor hell dimension to make an alternate home for myself.~ Hector felt and started the preparation. Once he gets the serum, he won't get much boost, but he shall be able to show his extreme physical abilities publicly with no need to give any justification.

That will be when he will truly enter the war and become the first Super-President. The idea made him laugh though, ~Haha, it sounds funny, Super-President.~

[A/N: These are Hector's current powers]

1. Super Healing Saliva. Meaning he can heal better than Logan.

2. Turn into a Giant Wolf.

3. Exorcism Magic, branches into physical and spiritual, focusing more on spirituality. Useless against non-dark beings. [This is his ULTRA-OP power, no MCU's dark entity can stand against him.]

4. Telekinetic ability, such as pulling and pushing things.

5. Height Damage nullified.

6. Crossroads Soul buyer Demon.

7. Ultra Strength - At the moment he's as strong as Hulk.

8. Hell Summon - demonic beings[Not usable at the moment.]

9. Shape Shifting(With illusions) [Not physical shapeshifting,]

10. Getting one's deepest darkest desires out.

11. Dreamer Maker - make people dream whatever he wants.

12. A really awesome power that I won't reveal yet.