Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 85: Kill Or Not To Kill?

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Two elders were sitting, each wearing loose hippie clothes, their hair was tied on their backs and had bird feathers on them. They were also holding what he ascertained was a hookah.

"Can I take a puff?" He asked them in their native tongues.

The two men nodded and handed him the pipe. Hector took a puff, "Ah, good stuff. As always, guys who live in nature will have the best natural weed."

"Who are you, friend?" One of the elders asked. The man was missing two of his front upper incisors.

Hector chuckled, "Oh, I'm just a guy who runs a certain government office, nothing too important. I came to take to meet Eagle Flies, your chief."

"Ah, another man from the government. Are you not too old to be working for those leeches?" the other elder asked.

"Well, things you do to feed your family," he shrugged. But the two elders nodded heads at their answer.

"True, anybody would do anything for their children. That is the law of nature. The cycle of birth, growing and forging another life. Humans are made so beautifully, yet so much cruelty is hidden inside." the elders started to talk with each other.

At that point, the Chief arrived, and behind him was Rupert. "Chief, this is the President of the United States, he wanted to meet you."

Hector stood up to shake hands, "Good to meet you, Eagle Flies,"

"I'd be a mad fool to not know who you are. We Indigenous people respect you deeply for bringing us Civil Rights and even the right to vote for us. You allowed us to get insurance and join various government schemes, it allowed many of our children to reach out. My grandson here, Rupert, is a fine example. He's a big Senator now." Eagle Flies showed his appreciation and respect.

"Good to know that. You most likely saw Moony, he's like a son to me, there is also Jean Grey, she's like a granddaughter to me. Please forgive them if they don't know about your society." He apologised in advance as they took seats on the ground.

"What made the President come here today? I thought we wouldn't have to move from this land finally." Eagle Flies surely had sarcasm in his tone.

Hector had seen it before in many, the man was frustrated, "No, no need to move. I came here to make a deal with you, one that can help you uplift from poverty, provide quality education and healthcare to your young ones. I want a united America, that's all."

"I feel you, Mr President, but it's hard to trust anything the US Government says. You first gave us the Black Hills, and once we settled, you found a gold mine there and your President, Ulysses S. Grant, ordered the military to empty the land and move us away.

"How can we forget the Trail of Tears? How can we forget the Wounded Knee Massacre of 1890? You were in the Military at the time, you should know it. How 84 men, 44 women, and 18 children died in the field and four infants were found alive, wrapped in their deceased mothers' shawls. Again and again, we have been forced and pushed around like garbage, so forgive me if you don't have our trust but it's the American government who never saw us as Americans."

Hector didn't just take his accusations openly though, "Are you really going to talk about the past? Well, if that's the case, let's talk about the Dakota War of 1862. How Little Crow raided settler villages just because your own harvest turned out bad. Heck, 303 Dakota were found guilty of the **** and murder of hundreds of American settlers. They were sentenced to be hanged.

"A man like President Abraham Lincoln himself commuted the death sentences of 284 of the Warriors while signing off on the hanging of 38 Santee men in 1862, in Mankato, Minnesota. So it's clear, if you want to go back and forth in the blame game then I've got enough material."

"What are you here for then? Another ploy by the government?" Eagle flies asked.

Hector replied passionately at that, "Come on, in this day and age you are thinking about days past? Both sides messed up on many occasions, we can do this all day but we shouldn't. I'm not here to put the blame. You could have kept the whole land if you had made a deal to be paid a certain small amount from the gold extracted. But you wanted to oppose the same military you fought for years and failed. Just imagine if the White Settlers had not defeated the British, America would still be under some occupation.

"They won because they adapted themselves. Indigenous peoples didn't adapt no matter what. Yes, the forced cultural assimilation was bad and I stopped the Dawes Act. But my point stands, even today you don't have good land and life.

"So, take my offer. I shall offer you land in South Dakota's the Black Hills as it is a Holy land for your people. Since people already live there, the land you will get must be economical, meaning it can not be turned into a reservation. You will get a grant to develop it as a modern town while not losing your cultural identity. I will build schools, hospitals and various businesses there to employ your people. My goal is the assimilation of Indigenous people into American society without losing their cultural identity.

"Just look at yourself, you have such a rich cultural history, you can promote it and show it to the world. In that new town, you can host plays and open shops for souvenirs. I shall be doing the same for most of the major Tribes around the United States. So, consider my offer, I only want good for your people."

There was silence in the conical tent. Eagle Flies looked at his face to see if he was sincere or not. But Hector's face was always full of pride and confidence. He sighed, "I am now 78 years old, Mister President, I have seen wars from close and far. I am the Chief of only one Lakota Tribe. There are still so many more. How will you make all of them agree to this?"

"A Hundred Billion Dollars in the next 5 years. That's the fund I am going to allocate for the development of indigenous people of the United States. Help you settle towns as economic zones in your ancestral lands as long as you all sign that you will not infiltrate other nearby lands and harm the people. Look at the success of the coloured people with my educational policies.

"I have uplifted more people out of poverty than all presidents combined. Only you all are left. You are the first, the focal point, if you agree, then I want you to be my arrowhead that leads me into talks with other tribes. I already speak each and every native language, there won't be too much miscommunication." Hector assured Eagle Flies. He had been preparing to do this for a while now and it was finally time.

"WOOF WOOF"

Moony's barks resounded from outside. Hector got up and went out to see. Behold, he was playing volleyball with the tribesman. Jean was openly using her powers to hover the ball.

"Grandpa, come and play with us," Jean called him happily.

Eagle Flies looked at her, "She's a mutant?"

"No, not mutant, she's gifted with extraordinary abilities." He corrected him.

Eagle Flied smiled, "It's pleasing to know the head of the country feels this way about them. We too consider them gifted by nature."

"Then you have even more of a reason to join me as I will one day bring Civil RIghts for them too. Make sure you think about my proposal and tell me your decision. I need to take my leave." Hector proceeded out.

"Wait a minute, Mister President. You came to our home for the first time, as a show of respect, we can't let you go back empty-handed. So accept this, my 4th son handcrafted it." Eagle Flies presented him with a long item wrapped in cloth.

Hector opened it to look. *Whistle* "This is beautiful. I guess I shall use it every day from now on."

It was a cane, polished and beautiful with its top carving of an eagle's head. He didn't wait and tapped on the ground with it. It was certainly big enough for him. "See you later, Eagle Flies."

"Moony, Jean, it's time to head out." He called the two.

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Hector visited a few more tribes in the region that day and had similar talks, none gave him any gifts, however. After a whole day of work, they got back into Air Force One and arrived at the White House by the end of the day.

"You can sleep here with Moony if you want, Jean." He offered her.

"YAAAY! Moony, let's go" She hugged Moony's fluffy head and headed out with him to roam around the White House.

In the meantime, Hector drafted a few more laws. This one was called General Eligibility Law. It states that a President, Senator or Representative can be of any age, but they must showcase their mental and physical abilities before taking office and get a NOC from a panel of doctors. All tests must be done on live television. There was also a term limit to make sure a single man does not hold power for too long. For Senators, it was 2 terms, and for Representatives, it was 3 terms. For the president, there was a clause left to add in the future.

~Just a little more and I will be in the space. I wonder what Thanos is doing right now... or Odin and Thor? Thor must be a dumbass though.~ He wondered in the office.

"WOOOOOOO...!"

All of a sudden Moony's shout came, it was one calling Hector. ~What happened?~

He rushed out to see, eventually, he arrived outside the White House's boundary. There was a man that was holding Jean's limp body in his arms, she was unconscious while Moony was growling with the leg of the man in his jaws.

~Dad, bad man.~ Moony barked.

Pure rage took over Hector, nobody touches the people he cares for, "You dare harm little Jean?"

*BAM*

He grabbed him by the hair and lifted him in the air, "Who are you?"

*TING* He felt something try to enter his mind. Hector pressed the man's skull with one hand, "You done fucked up now... What is your name?"

"J-Jason Wyngarde... ARGH!"

Hector pressed harder, "What is your name as a mutant? I am giving you 5 seconds to speak,"

"AAAA... m-my head will explode..." The man screamed under his hold.

"I AM MASTERMIND!" he finally revealed.

But sad for him, as soon as he said this his fate was sealed. No mercy, only death and destruction of enemies is the answer in Hector's book. "You dared mess with the one I consider family. Yes, it will be your mind splattered on the road now."

"AAAAARG NOOOOO!..."

*POOCH*

Like a watermelon, the head exploded and the brain matter spread around on the road. The headless body fell down. Hector didn't remember much except for the fact Mastermind was a villain. He looked at it to determine if he had a regenerative factor. But it seemed not to be the case.

"What did he do to Jean?" He quickly lifted her in his arms.

~He shows bad illusions, her parents are dead, bloody everywhere.~ Moony told him everything with barks.

"Poor child, it must have triggered something in her head. Jean's mind is the most vulnerable part of her body, that is what all bad guys want to control. It seems she needs some serious training to fight and protect herself. Moony, pack your bags, we are going to the bald man. It's time X-Men come into existence for their own safety."

Soon enough, he was in a car to the academy. Jean just woke up and hugged Hector, sobbing silently, "Grandpa, I saw sad things."

He caressed her red hair and patted her back, Moony too snuggled near her and gave her warmth, "It's okay, he was a bad man with the ability to show illusions. Jean, remember I told you that you had great powers in you?"

"Uh-Huh... you said I can be very strong." She remembered.

"I will start training you now. You have great powers in you and that's why many bad people are attracted to you to catch you and control you as their pawn to use for bad deeds. I don't want that, so I will make sure you can beat all the bad guys by yourself."

She hugged him tighter, "I don't wanna kill people,"

"There are many ways to neutralise an enemy without killing, Jean. But sometimes, you have to kill. Think of this as an example, you catch a bad man and put him in prison instead of killing him. He escapes and kills hundreds of innocent people. Who is responsible for those hundred deaths?" He asked her the question that should be in Batman's head at all times.

She stayed silent for a while, but the logic was clear, "I will be partially responsible."

"Exactly, this is why I kill my enemies because leaving them alive can cause more damage not only to others but also to my mental health. But you are very small for thinking about killing, when you grow up you can make a decision. Until then, your grandpa will keep you safe." He ended the small talk by patting her head and letting her sleep like a little kitten on his lap, her head resting on his mighty chest as he caressed her hair to keep her calm. Moony too slept beside her. Thank god the car was a limousine and had enough space for them all.

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