Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 103: Bros Bonding Over Whiskey

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Earth,

"I miss grandpa Washington. He was so fun to be around," Jean Grey sighed while sitting nearby her boyfriend.

Scott could not say the same, he always felt like he was on a radar nearby Hector. Like if he ever mistreated Jean, then he'd get slapped to death. "I can't help but feel relaxed."

"Of course you do, now there is nobody to scold you for mistreating me. *Sigh* Even professor Moony always scolded you. I miss hugging him,"

Scott hugged her instead, "Well, I am always here for you,"

"Great, let's go bowling then. I heard a new mall opened nearby and it sells the best ice cream." She dragged Scott away. The boy was hoping to spend the evening with her. They were 23 already and pretty close to each other.

*Sigh* "You've never been able to hit anything other than a gutter all these years, why do you think you can do it now?"

She pouted, "Hey, you should be cheering up your hot girlfriend, not demoralising her. Hmph... your punishment, I am bringing Ororo along."

"I hate my mouth," he silently followed her. Scott had had a harsh past, his mind was messed up due to manipulation by Mister Sinister. He had gotten some of his memories back but it was not enough to make him feel at ease. Being beside Jean was his escape, her cheerful personality was heartwarming.

...

Sovereign had posted the job on all mercenary and assassin interfaces across the Galaxy. Heck, they were ready to even hire someone like Thanos, but the guy was out of their budget.

However, as the job suddenly became inaccessible, with the word "Completed" below it, this took the Galaxy by storm. They tried to find out who did it, and soon the Ravagers learned that Yondu's clan had taken the job.

However, for some reason, instead of Yondu's clan, the name reads Freedom Clan. It made the Ravagers alert, something fishy was going on.

So, the Ravagers interface had a new message, "Ravagers meet at Contraxia,"

The meet up was set 3 months from now.

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Freedom One,

The ship was on its journey back to the Andromeda Galaxy and then to the Sovereign planets. The mood of the party was still going strong. There was a whole area that could be turned into a party hall with the press of a button. A bar would appear, the lights would change and heck, there was Earth's rock and roll music. Hector had tried his best to find nice music in space but nothing hit the spot.

The food too was bland, there were no spices like on Earth. Everything felt artificial to taste. Hector decided he would later become serious about his plan to sell products from Earth in space. He was Washington, after all, and he owned too much land.

Meanwhile, Hector and his lieutenants sat together in the President's room, around a table, playing cards. He made these as space didn't have them, or at least the ones like Earth. They were drinking and playing bluff.

"Moony, check," Hector called.

Moony's tail fell in defeat, he asked in barks, ~How do you all catch me every time?~

"Bwahaha... boy, you're too innocent for this game. You got no control on your tail, whenever you are lying, your tail stands straight in nervousness and whenever you are not lying, your tail wags madly, in the expectation that someone would check your cards." Hector explained his flaws.

At that, Moony looked at his own tail in anger, he growled at it, as if telling it to calm down or he'd bite it off.

"Then how the heck am I so bad at it, I got no tail?" Yondu questioned.

Logan scoffed, "You're just bad at it. You have no idea how to sense truth and lies, no wonder you were living in poverty all this time,"

"Fuck you, Terran dweller. You come from a planet that has not even left its solar system yet. You have no idea how hard it is to earn money in space," Yondu barked.

Adam Warlock, who was by far the best player today because of being dead inside, spoke, "Did you not make 20 million credits in 4 days? Statistically, that is more than 90 per cent of what any person or organisation earns in the Galaxy."

"I WON AGAIN!" Peter Quill chirped all of a sudden. Nobody was going harsh on him anyway.

"I hate this game," Yondu quit.

Hector nodded and put the cards away, it was time to talk to them and bond a little. He put a bottle of fine whiskey on the table. "All right, let's toast for the future, for more money. Yondu, don't worry, son, once our business does well, you will be swimming in money."

"You don't even treat me with respect, I am just a joke to you," Yondu barked.

Hector sighed, "I know, and I am not apologetic, that's because I do it knowingly. I am not forcing you to do anything, I want you to one day become good on your own. And as far as I know, respect is earned. The clan didn't respect me before, now they do because I showed them money. I completed a job that would have taken many clans to come together."

Yondu calmed down and thought about himself. "That's all I've known my whole life. I've been fighting for as long as I can remember."

Logan gulped a whole glass of whiskey, "Same here, bub. Been fighting since the day I was born. Fell in love, each time the lover got killed. All because some bastard was controlling my life secretly. Old man Prez here helped me,"

"My mom died... she was all I had," Peter also added, becoming sad. He was given some space fruit juice to drink though.

"I am a being made to be perfect, yet I don't have a soul," Adam said.

Hector patted Yondu's shoulder, "Everyone here is a broken man, Yondu. All I say is, yes, your anger is justified, but for how long? One should never let their misery and anger control them. I tried to kill myself once, but this cloudy boy here saved me,"

"Woof!" Moony barked lovingly and jumped to Hector to lick his face.

Yondu looked at their faces one after another. He had never sat down with anyone and shared or heard stories. Everyone had a story, he was reminded today, and most didn't have a happy one.

He decided to tell them about his past to see how they reacted, "When I was small, my family lived in extreme poverty. It was a rare occurrence to get food in 3 days. So my mother and father sold me to the Kree Empire as a slave. I was a Kree battle slave for twenty years, fought as cannon fodder for them in different worlds until Stakar Ogord freed me. He offered me a place with the Ravagers."

Yondu poured another drink and gulped it all at once. His eyes looked hollow in that instant, he was emotionally vulnerable, "Those days killed my innocence. Those days taught me that the world is hell. They taught me that being evil is the best way to live. I fought to live, I fought to eat, I fought to continue to breathe, and that's all I've known my whole life.

"It ain't easy to just stop living a life one has been for all one can remember. President, I admire folks like you, no matter how much I hate you. In a universe full of guys like me, people like you and Stakar are a ray of hope among the darkened hopeless hearts of kids like me."

Yondu turned his face and glanced at Peter, the boy had fallen asleep on the table. ~Perhaps, I can be his Stakar by choosing not to send him to that freak,~

Hector looked into Yondu's eyes and silently nodded, ~Yes, he's not a bad man from the heart. I was right, it seems,~

"Good, then I have a job for you, Yondu. You are to be the permanent trainer of Peter from now on. You will teach him how to survive in space, how to fight in space." He ordered.

Yondu rejected, "You want me to be a babysitter? Like in hell I would agree,"

"It's an order,"

"Who are you to order me? I am the captain..."

Hector grinned, "I am the President."

"So what,"

"You get a bonus of five thousand credits each month,"

Yondu paused for a second, then blurted while slapping the table, "Where do I sign?"

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