Marvel: Mr. President

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Hector had no idea that his entire Secret Service detail was depressed for not having anything to do. They envied the guys who protected the Vice President and the speaker.

He was in Funhouse dimension, talking to the bigger Erskine, "I want to turn this soulless body of Mister Sinister into a Ghost Rider. Skull Knight H, do you have any ideas?"

He did, "The only way a Spirit of Vengeance can latch onto a human body is by surviving off of the soul. Without a soul, the spirit can not last. It is impossible to use this body,"

Hector didn't want to give up, "Hmm, what if I use the Soul Stone to create a soul as I want. Holy hell, my idea is great, with the Soul Stone, I can give you boys bodies of supremely strong beings, like Thanos, Grandmaster, Apocalypse, Kang the Conqueror or even Galactus. Boy, we're going to be unstoppable, the strongest faction to ever exist in the Universe."

Skull Knight H thought about this possibility, "If you have the soul stone, then certainly you can."

"Great, another reason to head to space. What about you, my buffed scientist friend, do you want to see space?" He asked.

Erskine was now 6 feet tall, buffed like Thor, but still wore those round glasses and had a timid personality. "Of course, I can only imagine what I can do with the advanced level of tech. But... I want another human to talk to... a female touch. It's been decades,"

Hector frowned, "Man, I've been a virgin for a hundred plus years and you're fed up with just a few decades? Your game is weak. Fine, I will see what I can do. But I rather suggest you wait and get an alien wife, with her you won't have to explain it's a different dimension."

Erskin's eyes lit up, "That... are there beautiful women in space?"

"Beautiful? Mate, some beauties can suck your soul out of your pipe. They come in all shapes and colours, human-like, green, red, golden, purple, androids and even animal-like." Hector said, not knowing that he had just reignited a dead fire in the mad scientist's brain and pipe.

"I can't wait, Mr President. Ah, I need to look my best, I shall start doing 100 situps, pushups, and squats followed by a 10-km run."

Hector sighed and put the body of Mister Sinister in the freezer, then left the madlad scientist to himself.

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Hector arrived at his office once again and started doing the boring work. As soon as he arrived, his secretary entered, "Sir, Mr Vice-President is here,"

"Kennedy? Send him in," He got up to sit on the couch and pour a fine drink. Kennedy was like his protege. He had filled the man's mind with all his ideals of justice and honesty, after all, he was to become the President after him.

Kennedy was right now 60, it was still a pretty young age. "Haha, come here, boy. Did you take a wrong turn or something? I thought you'd never leave your wife's side. The media loves talking about how the Vice President and Marilyn Monroe are the best couples of this era."

Kennedy embarrassingly downed the whole whiskey glass, "Sir, if it weren't for you giving her a nice lecture, our marriage would have ended long ago. But, I guess senses prevailed and she stopped doing destructive things."

Yes, Hector had met Marilyn Monroe years ago when he was interested in seeing if she was really that beautiful. She was not, nor was she originally blond. She appeared to be a dumb bimbo who'd sleep with anyone for a movie. But, after talking, he found out that since she started her career, for every opportunity she was asked for sex.

She knew if she wanted to make it big she had to do it. And from there talks circulated that she was an easy target, so nobody gave her a role without asking for favours. She hated it and started taking drugs and sleeping pills for sleep. The depression struck like a dump truck and destroyed all her attempts of starting a life.

Hector just told her a few words, "How do you want to be remembered? Like a dumb slut sex-icon or a woman with pride and integrity, an icon to be looked upon for ages?"

Good for her, she felt so ashamed by his words that she decided to reject all offers that demanded she sleep with the producer or the director, not just that, she was given a hotline to the President so she can report such people in Hollywood directly.

Once she married Kennedy, nobody dared to ask her for any favours and things sorted out between them.

"So, what brought you here?" He asked.

Kennedy took out a document and put it forward to him, "Sir, I would like to resign."

*PFFF...*

Hector spat out his drink, "What? Are you mad? Don't you want to become the next President?"

Kennedy sighed, "Can I? We don't know about your lifespan, you will stay the president forever. I want to spend my time with my kids and soon to come grandkids now."

"No, Kennedy. I will be leaving office before the end of the 80s and introducing a new law to restrict future Presidents to just 2 terms. You will become the next President and lead my legacy. We have the whole Senate and House of Representatives in our pocket, we can't let it slide away." Hector sternly said.

"Why? Why do you want to leave? Are you okay?" Kennedy asked him.

Hector laid back, "Honestly, I'm bored, son. Remember when I told you about space? I will go there, maybe find a way to bring advanced tech here and make America stronger, to that extent the world. Until I return, I want you to keep working on making sure the nations do not get too corrupt. I know without me it's inevitable, but you need to keep Senators and Representatives in your pocket for as long as you can."

"How will I even do that? I'm a mortal, I don't think I will live beyond 90." Kennedy argued.

This was real. Slapping his thigh Hector stood up, "Fine, let's make you super Kennedy then. You are a strong link that will keep my legacy chained. Can't have you dying on me now. Stand up, boy. Close your eyes, I will be putting on a blindfold. It's going to hurt but you will like it,"

"W-Where are you taking me?" He asked, but complied.

Hector tied the blindfold, "Somewhere secret, somewhere you can become a super soldier,"

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Inside Funhouse Dimension, Hector fixed Kennedy to the serum table. They silently injected him with the liquid and poured vita rays. The machine had been simplified completely.

"AAAAAA... MOM!" Kennedy screamed.

"Hahaha... mom? You are 60 years old, boy." He laughed and helped him get up. But he also brought him back to the White House, not letting him see the secret dimension.

As soon as the blindfold was taken off, he ran to the mirror, "God damn, look at my boobs,"

"Chest would be the correct word. Those are muscles," he clarified.

"Damn, look at my buttcheeks, I can probably strangle someone with them. No wonder Captain was a man of honour, with an ass like this, not being honourable would be a shame to the ass." Kennedy blurted nonsense.

With this, he was sure to live a few dozen more years.

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Slowly, time passed, this era was pretty peaceful, not many big supervillains were appearing. The school was doing great, Hector's reforms were nearly complete, all his projects were yielding great results.

Then finally came the elections of 1980. This time, he didn't do anything. He didn't try to get a party nomination or hold a national convention. He didn't go on road trips or make grand speeches, he did his work as always.

Heck, on election result day, he was at Mount Vernon, fishing and chilling with Moony, Logan, Jean and Scott.

But then the phone rang, it was Kennedy, he was much more excited nowadays, even his wife complained. "Boss, you are crazy. How did you do it? You won once again."

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"But... I didn't try or ask to stand for this election. By what margin did I win?" He questioned.

"As always, 100 per cent."

"Did I do something crazy in my last term that made people vote for me?" He asked.

"Well, you appeared in Star Wars twice, once in 1978 and then just a few months ago. I think people loved you from it," Kennedy deduced, he was also guessing.

"What the... I was the damn Chewbacca the second time, nobody even saw my face in the second part." Hector countered with his reasoning. There had to be something else, a reason for this win.

"WAH! I caught another fish, Scott, learn from me, huh. Professor Moony, let's go, I will cook the best fish for you," Jean cheered loudly and ran to snuggle with Moony who was resting under a nearby tree.

"Boss..." Kennedy's voice repeated from the phone.

"What now?"

Kennedy coughed and choked as he said this part, "Umm... I don't know how to say it but... Moony just got elected the Mayor of Washington D. C,"

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Hector alternated between looking at the phone and Moony. Then digested the information, "What the fuck?"

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