Marvel: Mr. President [COMPLETE]

"It's a secret society of the world's wealthiest. It's called the Council of Nine. A group of powerful businessmen and politicians who sought to gain power, wealth and control for its members. They mainly operated in the United States of America through the manipulation of American politics and the economy.

"They have been operating for a long, long time now. In 1901, the Council of Nine even orchestrated the assassination of President William McKinley. And in 1929, they orchestrated the Wall Street Crash. Hugh Jones, the founder of the Roxxon Corporation, is one of the people behind this, as he gained the most from this crisis. The man owns shares in so many companies now that he can live a filthy rich life just from the dividends." Hector made the grand revelation.

Colonel Phillips was shaken, "Holy Jesus, Joseph, and Mary!... Who needs HYDRA when we have such folks among us? Do you want the SSR to deal with them, General?"

"For god's sake, Colonel, stop calling me General. I'm the president now, if people hear you calling me that they will tag me a tyrant or dictator. And no, SSR should only focus on HYDRA, they are bigger threats. About these overconfident politicians and businessmen, I will deal with them myself." He scolded the man and clarified.

Colonel Phillips argued, "But you are also the Commander in Chief, sir. However, if you insist, I won't call you that. One more thing, I have a request, we need clearance from you for a mission, Mr President. We need to extract someone from Nazi Germany, a German-born Jewish scientist named Abraham Erskine. I believe he can help us create an army of super-soldiers. Here is the entire report."

~*Sigh* Here it comes. I wonder what Steve is up to right now.~

He wondered if he should directly change the future, but again, he remembered that he was going to be the US President for the coming years. War was inevitable, millions of lives will be dependent on his decisions. Still, each of his decisions to minimise the damage to the world in the coming war was going to change too many things automatically.

Hector thought and read the whole file. Peggy Carter was already a member of the SSR it seems, transferred from the British Side. The plan was to get Erskine to the US.

"You have my go-ahead, Colonel. In fact, I will be going there myself. I got some work in Europe." Hector signed the file.

Colonel Phillips blinked and wondered if he heard it right, "You will be going to Europe for the mission?"

"Tell Agent Carter to be ready. I will straight away drop down near the Prison where Erskine is kept. She should wait for me there, and remember, nobody should know that I will be going there, even Agent Carter shouldn't know. If the Germans find out that I will be there, they will do everything in their power to kill me." He ordered.

"But, why would you go there, sir?" Colonel Phillips asked. He wanted to try his best to dissuade him.

"That is confidential, Colonel. Just know this, I am doing this for the sake of humanity. This should be enough of a reason. Congress will be told about this once the war is over. You may leave now and start the preparation." He authoritatively ordered him.

Colonel Phillip silently saluted like a good soldier, "I will, President General."

Hector frowned upon hearing this new word. ~He's obsessed with my past.~

"Woof!"

"No, Moony, you will not be coming. Truman is the Vice President now, but I don't know much about what kind of person he is and what ideas he has about me. He will be the acting president when I am gone, until then, I want you to stay here in the Oval Office and watch over Truman. With your eyes and ears, I will know everything." He told the fluffy good boy.

Moony barked and licked Hector's face in affirmation, taking the mission seriously.

...

Nazi Germany,

Officially, Hector was supposed to be on a visit to many South American nations to reaffirm their alliance, but instead, Hector's new Secretary of Defence would be meeting the people in his stead. The new Secretary was some random guy, but that didn't matter, as the advisor to the Secretary was the main man, he was none other than Roosevelt, the man refused to leave the political field when the country needed him.

Hector, meanwhile, got on the plane and headed straight to Nazi Germany. The prison was somewhere in the southeast part of Germany, near the border of Poland.

However, his method of arrival was unconventional. He directly jumped out of a high altitude plane over the area where he was supposed to meet Agent Carter. It was a jungle and the night was dark. Hector had not shown his powers to anybody yet, in fear that they would consider him a mutant then. He took the parachute which was painted black and jumped down.

He only opened it when he was too close to the trees, even then he miscalculated and landed on his feet with a loud thump. ~WOAH! I didn't even feel anything, it's as if Gravity does not work on me, yet I fell with a thud.~

It was certainly strange. But he ignored it and cut down the parachute ropes. Then he took out his compass and headed to the rendezvous point. There, the young, smart-looking brown-haired Agent Carter was waiting for him in a combat suit. She was looking left and right, staying alert. She had no idea who her American counterpart was going to be, all she was told was that the man was really high up in the chain of command. A highly experienced veteran. She had high hopes now.

"Agent Carter?" Hector came out of the treeline. He was wearing an American army shirt, cargo pants and boots. Over that was a civilian leather jacket. And of course, a wide nice smile on their face along with his mean look.

Agent Carter rubbed her eyes quickly first. Of course, she had seen Hector's photos in the papers many times by now. He was the darling of the media, anything about him sold really well.

But, ever after rubbing her eyes and pinching herself, the huge old man in front of her remained. She looked left and right... "Um... Mr President?"

Hector felt like laughing seeing her confused and panicked face, "Bwahaha... that's right, Agent Carter, it's me, Hector King Washington. So, what have you planned?"

Her jaw was still open and she was frozen. *Pat Pat* Hector patted her shoulder, "Agent, you still on Earth?"

She shook her head and jolted back, "Why did they send the President of The United States? It's dangerous here, sir, we could die at any moment."

"Are you doubting my abilities, Agent Carter? I assure you, there is plenty of strength in these old bones." He showed her his strong fist, making a leather stretching sound from the gloves.

"No... WAIT! Mr President, where are your weapons?" She inquired.

(ಠ_ಠ")

Hector looked up at the sky and cursed, "Damn those bastards, they forgot to hand me the guns."

He chuckled and looked back at Agent, "Well, don't worry, I can just do what the Mountain did and splash their heads."

"Mountain what?" She exclaimed.

"Gregor Clegane, forget it. Let's go, Agent, we've got a man to save. And don't worry about me, If I die, nobody's going to blame you, not that I will. Let's move." He firmly spoke and went ahead.

Agent Carter was confused as to how to even address him, as he was the head of the state of possibly the richest nation. She quickly ran beside him and couldn't help but feel small, her height of 5'5" was a whole 1 foot smaller than Hector.

"Sir, would you mind telling me if your government knows about this?" She inquired.

"It is classified, and I did not come here to get Erskine. This is just one of the tasks I have. One more thing, Agent, I am also your boss, since you are attached to the SSR and I am the top overseer of SSR. See me as your boss, not the President. Brief me about the situation and our point of entry." He talked formally now.

She nodded and started telling him everything while walking towards their target, no matter how absurd it sounded but for now she accepted that the American President was her partner. "Sir, Doctor Erskine is kept in the second underground level of the prison. He's been forced to work for Johann Schmidt, but for some reason, their partnership didn't work out. It is rumoured he was working on some super-soldier programme.

"The place we are headed to is a brick outpost. It's the secret entrance to the prison and not many soldiers guard it. We are... here." She stopped and hid behind a tree. "Now, we must be careful not to alert them. I will remove the left one, you can take out the right one. How does that sound... sir? SIR?"

"Hahaha... Freunde, wisst ihr von unserem Herrn und Retter, Jesus?"

"GOD! WHAT'S HE DOING?" She panicked and hissed internally. She saw Hector walking up to the two guards standing with submachine guns. Hector was speaking German with them... she knew the language and what Hector was saying didn't make sense. "What does he mean by, 'Do you know about our lord and saviour, Jesus?' Is it some code word?"

"HALT!" The two guards aimed guns at him.

Hector chuckled and in an instant used his superior strength to jump a few metres in a fraction of a second. It was so fast they could not react, *BAM* *BAM* The two guards found their heads pressed onto the wall by Hector's hands.

"Ugh..." Their helmets caved in and crushed their skulls from the area of impact, and with that, they fell onto the ground.

"There, go and meet the lord and saviour now," Hector muttered and turned towards Agent Carter and showed a thumb.

Seeing this she quickly ran to him, "That was very reckless of you, sir. And how did you move so fast?"

He just shamelessly laughed and ignored her questions, "Let's get in, Agent."

She nodded, not having the authority to ask questions and pushed the door, "It's locked. Maybe they have the key."

The two started patting the bodies of the two guards. Hector checked the soldier and also took his pistol, knife and MP40 submachine gun. But, they didn't find any key. So Hector came up with a solution, "Just keep an eye, Agent Carter."

He easily lifted the body of one soldier and put it against the door. Then he took out his knife and made a hole on the right side of the body's belly. Next, swiftly, he took the german P08 pistol. It had a long cylindrical muzzle, much useful for Hector, as he put the entire muzzle into the soldier's stomach.

*TING* *TING*

Two shots were fired, and the body was thrown away by him. In a matter of 7 seconds, he opened the door with the least sound made. Agent Carter didn't show any reactions, "Brutal, but effective."

"Correct, Agent. Improvising, Adapting and Overcoming are the three most basic skills any spy should have. Now let's go and get ourselves a doctor." He headed in.

Feeling much more confident in Hector now, Agent Carter followed him blindly.

...

1 Hour Later,

"Where the hell is Erskine's chamber? This is my 50th body, it's becoming a small hill now." Hector complained as he threw another body to the big pile he had masterfully collected.

Agent Carter sighed in frustration, "We have interrogated each of them, none know about him. But the intel from our informant has never been wrong."

Hector sighed, "Fine, we only have one option left now, Agent. Grab all the knives you can. I repeat, all of them."

She obeyed the order and soon they had 60 knives, big or small. He took a few, "Good, now just follow me and keep handing me knives."

She had no idea what Hector was about to do but she nodded, as there was no time to explain. They had stayed stealthy all the way until now, with not even a single bullet fired.

However, Hector suddenly shouted, "HEIL HITLER! HEIL HITLER! HEIL HITLER!"

*Bam*

Immediately a few doors opened and some soldiers came out running. *Woosh* *Woosh* Immediately Hector threw knives at them, all the high ranking officers were left alive while the lower-ranked ones were killed with a knife at their throats. Hector had no regrets, not just because he was from Hell, but also because all of these men had red marks hover their heads, meaning they had sinned enough that they will go to hell no matter what.

In fact, since Hector arrived in this world, he had not even once seen someone with Golden markings. At most he had seen 1 white marking, all the others were red, even Roosevelt and Agent Carter were red. Only newborn babies had golden markings.

*Woosh* *Woosh*

One after another, Hector threw knives while roaming around the entire prison complex and shouting Heil Hitler. Every time someone would think an important high-ranking person has come outside and they'd rush out as well.

It only took the two 23 minutes and 14 seconds to get the Commander out. Heck, they even made the officers they let live shout Heil Hitler by threatening to cut their balls. Balls threat always worked, no matter the era.

*Woosh*

"AAAARGH... OH Scheiße!"

The last knife stabbed the Commander's chest, just 1 centimetre away from the heart. "Now, I only need to slap you to make that knife puncture your heart. But there is hope. Tell me where Doctor Erskine is."

"Fahr zur Hölle" he hissed.

"Fine, it's slapping then." *SLAP* *SLAP*

"ARGH... HE'S IN THE TORTURE CHAMBER!" the Commander blurted. Hector looked back at Agent Carter and let her rush to check the doctor.

Meanwhile, Hector stayed and one after another killed all German officers, all except one, who seemed to look innocent from the face. "Boy, I want you to run back to Berlin and show this to Hitler."

"AAAAAA... NEIN! NEIN!..."

*Scrrrr...* Hector masterfully stirred his knife and cut a nice big swastika on his forehead.

"That's my autograph, son." Hector taunted him. The man was crying by now.

"NO... PLEASE! I WILL BECOME A GOOD MAN! I WILL SAVE THE JEWS! DON'T KILL ME, SATAN!" The officer wailed. Well, Hector was using his crossroad demon powers to look like the Devil to him. He couldn't let Hitler know it was the President of the United States of America who made this beautiful living walking artwork.

"What are you doing, sir?" Agent Carter appeared with Doctor Erskine barely walking with her support.

He cackled, "Hah, nothing, just inspiring the future generation of soldiers." He glanced at the man again, "Go now, your name shall be immortalised in the annals of history, Hans."

"RAAAA..." And Hans ran away like a flamethrower was fitted on his back, blood still oozing out of his forehead.

Carter was confused and Erskine was rubbing his eyes, trying to understand why was he seeing the US president here.

"Agent Carter, I seem to have lost too much blood, I am seeing impossible things. My eyes are... going heavy..." Erskine fell unconscious with that.