Chapter 9: Howard Stark

Chapter 9: Howard Stark

Jaw dropped, Hector looked at Cordell Hull and Roosevelt, Moony did the same just cuz Hector was. But deep inside Hector's mind, something else was happening, ~Son of a... I have officially fucked the timeline. My butterfly wings are too damn strong and fabulous. Roosevelt was supposed to run for another term and win, then die.~

"Goddamn, I didn't wake up this morning thinking I'd become the president. With my surname and the coming war, my shoulders are going to be pressed down like asphalt under a roller. Are you sure, Franklin?" He asked again. All his plans needed to be changed now, he wasn't sure if he can fight in the war himself now either. ~Damn it, I don't want to be just a two-term president.~

Roosevelt nodded and spoke from his bed, "My friend, I am a cripple, who has gotten weakened even more, I understand that the nation does not need a cripple president right now. I trust you completely that you will be the best goddamn president that this nation has ever seen. And I'm not dying, you can keep me as an advisor if you want, I mean... Haha, I won't deny government salary if you want to give me."

Ignoring the jokes, Hector sighed, "Man, you've messed up all my plans. Let's go, Secretary Hull, you need to oversee my Oath taking, let Franklin rest. Moony, come."

He and the Secretary of State left. However, a shocking thing happened as soon as they left, Roosevelt got up from his bed, "Is he gone?"

"I think he is." The chief of staff assured.

Roosevelt sighed and energetically sat back in his wheelchair. "That old bastard, he does not understand his own value in the political circle. He wanted to personally go to the frontlines. Even trying to learn how to fly. He left me no choice but to make him the president if I wanted to keep him around... alive."

"We can understand, but it stands to see how well he does." the doctor frankly said.

Roosevelt chuckled as he lit up his cigar, "He's a magician, I'm telling you. I have full confidence in him. I had this feeling all this time... there is something strange, extraordinary about him. Not to mention, man has the devil's luck, survived a plane crash, trekked across the Grand Canyon, not a single scratch. In times like these, we do need a crazy man at the office.

"While I... I'm afraid I'd have been the laughing stock of the world. This is the right choice."

Roosevelt looked out of the window, the people were leaving. In his mind, a few regrets were looming, he wanted to stay the president, but, he was constantly questioning himself, his health was also deteriorating ever since his last heart attack after Hector's crash.

"I will just support him to the best of my ability," Roosevelt muttered.

[A/N: Unlike in our world, FDR here suffered an extra heart attack, which has made his already limited walking abilities now impossible. Hence, he took this step.]

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Hector was Hell's Inquisitor. He could clearly see a lie when spoken. He knew Roosevelt was lying about the new heart attack. But, he didn't do anything. Although he considered Roosevelt a real friend, he could not deny that being the president at this time was the best possible thing that could happen. Due to war, he will enjoy unlimited power from his office.

Now, he shall be making every decision regarding the US and the war, the future, the alliances, the enemies, the social problems and much more. And being in the MCU was the cherry on top... or maybe not.

~Damn Right, President Washington is back, and this time, I will truly make this country the greatest and the world peaceful... okay, almost peaceful... a few people will die, here and there, but all is good for the greater good. MUHAHAHAHA... Take that, Dumbledore.~ He internally had a long victory laugh, that thankfully didn't come out loud or he'd be mistaken for a supervillain.

Moony suddenly barked, trying to speak to him with their connection, "Dad, you became the pre... present?... What about me?"

~Haha, my boy, it's president. And I shall make you the First Goodest Boy of America. Who needs a first lady when I have you? Wait, I can dress you in a little princess dress.~ he fawned over Moony.

"Grrr..." Moony ran away as soon as he heard this, a few memories from his childhood resurfaced in his mind.

...

Colonel Phillips talked to him and tried to explain to him, "Mr Stark, you were attacked recently. It was an attack on your life, they wanted to kill you and they were not Nazis. They were worse. They are people from a very secret Organisation called HYDRA, their goals are unknown but we believe it's conquering the world, enslaving it and enforcing a new world order. They are currently serving the Nazis, but they are not the same as Nazis.

"They are also invested in developing technologies that are beyond normal man's imagination. They possibly see you as a threat, seeing your intelligence and ability to invent unconventional things. They will now come after you, and they won't stop until you are dead."

Howard Stark didn't seem scared though, "I KNEW IT. Tell me if Illuminati is real?"

Hector shrugged, "They probably are, I at least know that the Great Depression is man-made."

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Colonel Phillips looked as if a ghost touched him while Howard had his jaw stuck open. He was just kidding, but it seems he learned some things he was not supposed to.

Colonel Phillips took out his gun, "Mr Stark, it seems I will have to kill you now."

Howard stood up, "WOAH! WOAH! Easy there, Colonel, that toy is lethal... Wait... is that manufactured by my company?... And I didn't know Mr President would tell me that. But... seriously? Someone deliberately caused all this damage to the world?"

Hector shrugged, "Sadly, yes. And it's pretty easy to find out who, if you look at who profited from it the most."

"And you allowed that?" Howard asked him in a confused voice. He had seen poverty during Great Depression after all. His father beat him regularly during those days.

Hector shook his head and stood up, "Back in 1929, I was just a Governor, and I didn't know about it. But now I do, and it does not matter how powerful and rich these people are, I will put a bullet in their heads myself. This I assure you."

Then he looked at Colonel Phillips, "Colonel, do it."

Phillips put the gun right at Howard's head and pulled the trigger. *BANG* Howard's eyes closed in sudden shock. But, he felt no pain and opened them soon, only to find Hector and Phillips chuckling, "Wait... is the dog also laughing at me?"

"He's not a dog, his name is Moony. And yes, he's laughing at you. I was just messing with you, kid. Your life is in danger, HYDRA will not stop. So I suggest you join the SSR, Strategic Scientific Reserve. A top-secret department of the Military that is going to develop new technology that will win us this war." Hector offered him, this was his intention from the start.

"Umm... Do I get to keep the patents of the things I make?" Howard asked.

Hector bluntly denied, "No, but you get to share them with the Department of Defence. You will be using Government money and equipment, son. Don't be so greedy now. However, anything you make in the duration with your own funding you get to keep it."

Howard paused for a few seconds, his mind tried to make calculations. His business mind worked and he thought, ~It's a sweet deal. If I can get closer to people in high places then Stark Enterprise will have infinite developmental prospects. And the President is also pretty cool.~

"You got yourself a deal, Mr President. Where do I sign?" He shook Hector's hand. Colone Phillips immediately gave him a document to sign and he effectively became a member of SSR, getting its 2nd highest clearance.

Howard left soon after, Colonel Phillips was satisfied and thanked Hector, "That was one hell of a plan, General. You scared him with that talk about secret society starting Great Depression."

Hector blankly looked at him with a look of pity, "I was not joking, Colonel,"

Phillips was struck by thunder this time. () The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))