Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 87: Isolation Not Good For Health

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It took so many years for Erik to finally find the good stuff. Now was the time to make Logan stronger. After all, the man was his bodyguard and when he goes to space, he will need a bodyguard that can survive the harshness there.

"Alright, where is Logan by the way? I have not seen him in days." Hector asked his son.

"I don't really know. The last time he came here was a week ago. He's probably on a date or something. You did tell him to find one, after all." Erik said, but the poor boy had no idea he just dug his grave.

Hector patted Erik's shoulders, "Son, do not waste this moment, you are young and strong. You've got one life, so go ahead and get a wife. What happened to the girl you were dating?"

"We still are,"

"When will you marry her? When she hit menopause or something. Come on, son, you can do better than that. Go ahead and ask her out for a nice dinner date and slide the ring onto her finger."

"What about you? When will you find someone?" Erik tried to turn things around.

Hector shrugged and walked away, "What about me? Son, there is no good looking woman near my age at this point. Most are already in their graves. Do you want me to bring home a granny that will die just by me breathing over her?"

Erik coughed awkwardly, "Umm... there must be someone. I hope you do find someone, I heard you are still a virgin,"

"WHO TOLD YOU THAT?"

"Logan did, he babbles a lot behind your back, most of the time it's not good stuff. You should probably find him and tell him not to. I gotta go now, classes to teach," Erik left. He was already old enough to be a father of 5 kids but he acted like a kid in front of Hector.

Meanwhile, Hector took out his pager and chatted with logan, "Where are you? Chinatown? Massage parlour? Oh... getting a happy ending, I see. Well, I need you to report back to my office. I got your little beauty nails some nice upgrades."

He could already imagine Logan grunting and making a face after reading this. Feeling triumph, he went back to teaching Jean. "Little Jean, what do you think about dating? Should I find a grandma for you?"

She grinned ear to ear, girls love to talk about such stuff, "YES! I want a grandma, just as strong and cool as you. I can already see you and her walking down the streets, looking tall and mighty, both donning cool glasses, wearing fashionable clothes. People turn around, again and again, to look at you. EEEE... so romantic and beautiful,"

"But how do you imagine a grandma? Is she old with white hair like me? If she is, then finding one is impossible. Humans don't live as long as me," he argued.

She walked to him and climbed over his back, since to his tall and muscular form, even 14-year-old Jean was like a toddler, "Well, you told me that the space is full of aliens, there must be someone old like you and still very pretty."

"Hmmm, you are right. Say, Jean, do you want to go to space with me in a few years? I will retire from my job and head out," he asked.

Jean was conflicted, "I don't know yet. Is it okay if I answer you when you are about to go?"

He tapped his finger on her nose, "Of course, little kitten. Let's go and check Moony, I wonder why he hasn't come here yet.

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Turns out, Moony had fallen asleep on his table while working in the Mayor's office. He was truly a hard-working good boy and deserved all pats and treats in the world.

"Awww... I want to cuddle with him," Jean fawned over him.

*ACHOO*

Moony sneezed all of a sudden. Hector went into panic mode in an instant and ran to him. He quickly touched his belly to check the temperature and then his eyes and mouth.

Moony grunted in annoyance, ~What are you doing, dad? Lemme sleep.~

"Are you sick? Why did you sneeze?" He asked.

"Woof bow bow wawa wooo." ~The janitor mistakenly spilt sanitiser in the office, I am very sensitive to it, my nosy not very cosy anymore.~

"How dare they, you don't have to work from here any longer. Come, let's go home and sleep. The White House is our house, boy. Jean, are you staying or going back to school?"

"I WILL STAYYY!" She jumped onto the fluffball called Moony. He was so big and his fur so fluffy that Jean nearly disappeared.

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The next day, Logan arrived at the White House. Turns out, he was on the West coast all this time and had to catch a military plane to reach here.

Hector didn't waste a moment, "Hehe, are you ready to get some upgrades, my kitty boy?"

"Do you want me to throw up all the whiskey I drank?"

"Sure, but only if you're ready to lick it clean afterwards." Hector eyed him with fiery eyes as if daring him, ~Try it, boy. You'll pay the price for dirtying my carpet,~

"Where are we going?"

Hector took out the Godpad pro tablet and set the destination to Funhouse dimension. Moony was back in school for gifted kids, teaching there, so it was just them. "Come and stand close to me, we are going to my secret hideout."

*WOOSH*

As soon as Logan touched this shoulder, they disappeared. The next moment, they arrived in the fiery hell-like dimension, the sea and fountains of lava were visible in the distance. Tens of beings that looked like Skeletons were moving around, building crude houses and building structures with black stones. Some were even using brooms to clean the area.

Beside them was a giant castle that stood tall. It was something straight out of a horror movie. Logan smirked, "I knew it, you are a demon, right? I remember you saying "Like we do in hell" once."

"No no, I am not a demon, son. I am somewhat of a middle person. I am not evil, nor am I an angel. It's like a job to me that I send bad sinners and killers to hell." Hector revealed his secret. It didn't even matter to him at this point that he knew.

"So, what are you doing on Earth? Among us mortals?" Logan inquired.

"Haha, I am not from the hell you are thinking, son. Mine is way way up in the ranks, beyond the Universe. I was bored with my job, so I came here on vacation. But since I was here, I decided to do something good for once and change a few things. It was fun." He briefly explained. But he didn't reveal his Omniversal status.

Logan whistled, "You are one crazy senile man, your idea of a vacation is running a nation, entering politics and fighting all wars in the world? Then I wonder what your idea of work is,"

"Says the man whose idea of work is to drink himself until his liver fails and then repair itself. Now get in there, kitty cat. I need to pump some fluid in you," he pushed him into the building.

"Uh... That sounds wrong,"

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Hector had handed Erskine the blocks of Adamantium long before so he could prepare to infuse it on Logan's claws. His goal was not to cover Logan's full skeleton with it, just the arms and claws. His reason was simple, covering the bones would make Logan heavier, and give him less manoeuvrability, it would also slow down his regenerative abilities. These two could be fatal in fights against beings they will meet in space.

"Get naked and stand above that green water tank," Erskine ordered him.

Logan had no shame, he saw that Erskine had a lab coat on him and looked like a giant buffed man, he took him to be some great scientist.

Erskine attached the various tubes to his arm that will inject the metal into him. He towered over Logan and spoke with a smirk, "Hmm, you're packing quite a punch as compared to your body's size."

Logan wanted to smash this man's teeth, "You into this stuff?"

"No no, I am not. The last person who was this short and whose pecker I saw was Steven Grant Rogers, let's just say, the super-soldier serum worked wonders for him in more ways than planned." Erskine reminisced about the old days.

"WAIT! You're that old man. Argh... he hid it, didn't he," he realised.

But the preparations were over and Logan was thrown into the water tank. It was designed to make sure that Logan's body circulation does not allow the molten metal to move around anywhere other than his arms.

"Enjoy the week," *BEEP* Erskine pressed a button that sent sleeping gas to Logan through his mask. The whole process was not life-threatening for him, but it took time. Merely melting Adamantium was harder than making the Super Solider serum, but thankfully, Hector had provided him with an energy source that could melt it with ease.

"Mr President, when will we go to space?" He asked.

Hector recalled that his resident scientist was currently in the heat: "Just a few more years, Erskine. I'm telling you, keep it saved for the one true love. Or if you can't then I can take you to a hooker bar or something."

"Get STDs from them? No thank you, I would rather wait. I made a robotic arm for myself, and it helped me release the frustration," Erskine revealed a mechanical arm that had a silicon hand at one end. It had fully functional fingers.

"Pretty neat, what's it called?" Hector asked in amusement. He remembers seeing such arms in the Iron Man movie.

Erskine moved closer to the arm and caressed it. "Oh, I call it Clint Eastwood,"

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"You have named the robot that jerks you off Clint Eastwood? A man's name? Are you serious?" Hector could not believe this madness.

Erskine chuckled, and the arm also started to caress him, "Oh, what's in the name? Besides, this name is purely symbolic."

"What's symbolic about that?" he asked.

The robotic hand slowly reached for Erskin's throat, "Well, my Clint Eastwood is the fastest hand in the west and *KAK* It also chokes me sometimes, despite me telling it not to, naughty."

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Sweat, a lot of sweat. In Hector's life on this planet, he had never felt so uncomfortable and nervous. His forehead had beads of sweat sliding down. He knew it, he had fucked up, ~God, I broke Erskine's head by keeping him locked here alone.~

"Son, I-I think you need professional help,"

Erskine laughed and moved to the table nearby, there was something covered. He took off the cloth and revealed another arm, but instead of a hand, it had a fist with a middle finger protruding out, "I already have professional help. Meet Zorro, a master swordsman and expert in the art of stabbing."

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Hector rushed to him and bonked his fist on his head, knocking him out, "This is it, WE'RE GETTING YOU A HOOKER!"

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