Marvel: Mr. President

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Hector did not attack Moony. He couldn't bring himself to do so. So he was gladly ready to accept death if that's what the test's failure meant. He just hoped that wherever he was thrown off, he could keep Diana, Moony, Yelena, Fenris and Michu with him.

Is he going to do a normal nine-to-five job? Not really. He has so much experience that he can become a defence expert, a private militia trainer, or perhaps a real politician since he has an abundance of experience in that too.

'Whatever happens, as long as my family is with me, I shall remain happy.' He felt.

He let himself go and let fate decide his future. 'I hope I can still meet Satan... I'd hate to lose a good friend just like this.'

BONK!

"Woof!" ~Dad! Wake up.~

Hector opened his eyes and looked forward. Moony stood before his face, his big nose looking like a black dot. Then a tongue came out and licked his face happily.

"You won't hit me?" He asked.

"Woowowo wuf bow." ~Old grandpa just wanted to test you! I would never hurt my dad dearest.~

"What? What happens now?" He was just confused because a moment ago, Moony looked bloodthirsty. And now he looked so handsome and cute while wagging his tail.

"This happens now!"

Hector looked back, and there was Satan in the same suit he appeared before him on the day he mistakenly summoned him. "Holy shit! You're a goat."

"Damn yes, I'm the GOAT!" Satan replied.

A moment of silence took over as they looked at each other's faces. Then, after a few more seconds, they burst into laughter at the same time. This was how they spoke to each other the first time they had met.

"Did I pass or fail?" Hector asked him.

"What do you think?"

Hector honestly had no idea. He didn't even know what the test was about or what the test even was. Because it was common knowledge that he loved Moony to the death, and would never harm him.

"I don't know, my friend. I think I failed if the test was to defeat this fluffy boy."

Snap!

Satan snapped his fingers and instantly made a nice couch and a big TV screen appear. "Come, sit here. Don't you want to see what happened after you passed away? And don't worry, I've brought your pretty wife along too."

Snap!

Once again, Satan snapped his finger, and instantly, Diana appeared, ready to fight and alert. But the moment she saw Hector, she lunged at him to hug him. "You took your time, it seems."

"What do you mean? How much time did pass over there?" He asked, frowning.

"More than a year has passed, Hector. I was so worried that something had happened to you. But then I got words from the sky, and Satan told me you were getting some things cleared up. I missed you."

He patted her back and let her calm down in his arms. Then he sat down on the couch with his arm holding her close by. Moony also jumped beside her and hugged her.

"Let's watch it then." Satan sat on the other side of Hector and turned the scene on.

...

In the Marvel Universe

The United Terra had announced ten days of mourning, and the world was sad about Hector's death. And he was not laid to rest for the coming three days as people poured in from around the world to pay their respects to the legend.

Then, after three days, his body was to be taken from Capitol to Mount Vernon, Hector's ancestral land, where he'd be buried not far from George Washington's grave.

The distance from the Capitol to Mount Vernon was seventeen miles, and it was to take 20 minutes to reach there. But, because there were so many people on both sides of the road, crowded to see the old man, the long convoy of vehicles had to slow down and let the people pay respect.

But what the people didn't know was that trillions of beings in space mourned his death too. He was, after all, the reason behind the change of lives for so many people. In the past Kree Empire, there were too many slaves, and even the Kree themselves had various levels of nobility and pureblood racism. Now, there was no such thing. In Shi'ar Empire, slavery was widespread, and the main battle force, as well as a workforce, was made of them. All of those slaves were freed.

The same was the case with Skrull Empire, which was slowly broken into pieces and combined into the United Galactic Federation. With that, a lot of planets got freedom. Hector had done more for the universe than anyone can ever imagine, and his exploits and deeds will slowly be explored and exposed over the coming centuries.

Above all, these discoveries will keep Earth always reminded of the Old Man that used to live among them.

After Hector's burial, most things went to normal as Hector had left a few things behind that ensured that nothing destructive took place for a while.

The superheroes felt their work increasing, and they realised how much Hector was actually doing to keep things peaceful. But thankfully, with the help of AI surveillance of public places, crimes were avoided before they even happened, thanks to a unique mechanism that could read human behaviour online and predict if they were going to shoot at the ranch or a school.

But, there was one man who was heavily devastated by Hector's death, and he started to feel out of place in this new world—out of the era. It was Kennedy, who now locked himself in his home and only rarely came out to get his hair done and get the groceries.

He didn't live in any big mansion with servants. Instead, he lived in a small, old, rundown apartment that was still preserved since the 1930s. It was the only place he felt at home.

Every few days, the SHIELD would send someone to check up on him, or Logan and Steve would drop by to have a drink with him. But it was evident that with Hector gone, the special effects of the Super Soldier Serum were fading away. After all, he had long overlived even with that serum.

So, a few months after Hector's death, on 22nd November, in his little apartment with little to no furniture, he sat beside his work table where he wrote his little journal.

Today, he felt especially heavy in his lungs, and breathing was becoming a hassle. He felt like just going to sleep and not waking up at all. So, he wrote one entry in his journal.

"I feel worthless now, with no purpose at all. I see the world changing so fast, the spaceships coming from the sky and the other species. I knew they existed for a long time, but to see them arrive, it's strange. I reckon many more oldies feel the same—feel left out as we can't catch up to the rapidly changing world as fast as the young ones.

"My great-great-grandson sent me a holographic device that lets me see entertainment content from across the universe—all translated. It's maddening that such great technologies have arrived so fast. I guess apple needs to get their game together now. Anyway, I think this is the end for me... I have nothing to say to the world, as he has already said it all. But I do have some advice. DON'T FUCK UP!"

Then, he signed his name and date at the end of the page and wrote one last line. "Old man, you lied... you bastard! The world is too boring without you."

And, with that, he slowly felt his body going limp, and the pen fell from his hand. The moment it touched the ground, Kennedy's heart also slowed down and soon stopped beating. There was no violent twitching; there was no cry for help—just silent sleep and a smiling face.

His body was found a few hours later when Steve came to share a drink with the old man. And once again, mourning resumed as slowly the world realised that they had lost history in the same year.

However, instead of Kennedy's family grounds, he was laid to rest not far from Hector's grave. This was something Hector had wished for as he knew his property was going to be preserved for eternity.

...

"Wait! Kennedy is out now? Where is he? Hell of heaven?" Hector asked his friend.

Satan smirked and snapped his finger. "Well, let's just say he met a certain god and got sent on a mission to earn some karma so he can be among us."

"He got reincarnated?"

"Transmigrated."

Hector nodded with a chuckle. "I can already see him enjoying his time. Though I hope he can keep his pants on for the most part and not end up turning the entire world's population into Kennedys."

"That's one of his quests. To overcome lust. It's going to be hard, but I know he can do it, as I tutored him a little. I think as long as he remembers what's at stake, he won't mess up." Satan revealed.

Hector was happy with this and had one less thing to worry about. But his own fate was unknown. "What happens to me now?"

"Well, you'll be leaving this place soon. You... my old friend... get a meeting with the Big G!"

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