Chapter 93: MOTHER FUCKE...!

Chapter 93: MOTHER FUCKE...!

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"I will go and help mom," Tony swiftly left the living room. He hated losing an argument and right now he knows he can't win.

Now alone, Hector dropped his whole kind act, "What brought you here now? I thought you hated me to the core,"

"I don't hate you, I hate your presidency. Now that you are not the president, I can go back to being my normal self. Now Kennedy is my enemy," Howard said.

Hector didn't like that, "So you have still not dropped your whole industrial-military complex thing? I don't think I can be nice to you for too long, Howard,"

"Calm down, old man. I didn't mean that I'm just like before. I'm old now, I see what you were getting at. I was spreading weapons of destruction. But is it not good that it's us making money from selling weapons and not the Soviets? Where there is demand, there is supply. If I had not sold them, someone else would have." Howard argued.

His logic was pretty simple and made sense. But his logic failed to address the long-term consequences of doing so.

Hector didn't reply immediately, he instead got up and walked to a cabinet beside the wall. He opened it and took out a case. From inside, he took out a mortar shell, "See this. It's the mortar shell that hit me straight in the face in Vietnam. If I was not superhuman, I would have died. Now imagine, there are millions of children who lost their legs, arms or went blind by such shells.

"Who do you think they will try to exert their vengeance on after seeing this Stark Industries logo? You had your fun, you made a bunch of money, now you should start preparing to face the consequences."

Howard silently stared at the mortar shell. Indeed, he had so many enemies now, hence increased security. There was a time when he could roam around the world without caring about being attacked.

"I know that, but it's a choice that I chose to live with. I will retire once Tony gains some experience and then the burden will be his. He can go ahead and leave the business of blood money or continue making enemies.

"But what are you going to do now? You've been president most of your life at this point. Before that, you were still serving the nation. There is no bigger position than the President," Howard asked him. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Hector got up and walked to the portrait of George Washington. "Did you know, there was a letter called Newburgh letter? It was sent to George Washington who was camped at Newburgh, New York; written for the army officers by Colonel Lewis Nicola, it proposed that Washington should become the King of the United States. Washington reacted very strongly against the suggestion and was greatly troubled by it.

"I, on the other hand, was the President for more than four decades, going against George's principles. I was the King of America all this time. I honestly don't feel the urge to work anymore. I will just relax here and wait for my time to end,"

"I made some hamburgers," Maria Stark eventually returned with some plates, followed by Tony and Moony. Both had struck a friendship it seemed.

Hector didn't talk about any more serious things and ate food. "So, Tony, how is your father treating you?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Don't even ask. He never stops blabbering about how great Captain America was, how awesome you were, how you destroyed a tank with bare hands and jumped out of planes without a parachute."

"Did he ever tell you about how he embarrassingly failed in a Stark Expo where he tried to show a flying car? His face was worth watching, all that smugness was gone in an instant," Hector reminisced about the day.

Tony glanced at his father, "Seriously? Hah, it seems my perfect father was not so perfect,"

"Boy, I was building machines that could change the world at the age of 17, what about you? What's your accomplishment? Sleeping with a hundred girls? That will reward you with nothing but STDs." Howard barked back. He may have grown old but his tongue was as sharp as his young days.

Tony shut up after being shamed. He tried to ignore his parents and stay away due to this reason only. He knew his father's history, about his humble origin. But he felt that all the money that his father made was for him, if he didn't even enjoy that money then what's the point in working.

Eventually, he arrived in the big kitchen. The big white furball was sitting near the counter, awaiting his morning food. Fury had the urge to pat the first good boy of the country but controlled himself.

"What brought you here, son? And take a seat," Hector asked while he got back to cooking.

Fury took out a few documents, "I was sent here to get your identity card, sir. You are no longer the president and don't have the same access to the S.H.I.E.L.D. I do not personally feel this is proper, but I lack the power to do anything."

Hector didn't give a crap about the card, he had a different means to gain full access to SHIELD. But he didn't give it right away, it was better to leave an impression on the future Director of SHIELD.

"Come outside in the garden, I will have my breakfast there. Then I will give you the identity card," he moved out.

Fury was happy about spending more time in this historical house. So, outside, Fury also got a sandwich to eat.

"Woof!"

Moony nudged him for some reason. He didn't understand, however. Hector translated, "He's asking for your gun to play with."

~What the fuck! *Sigh* Calm down, boy, don't curse in front of Mr President.~ Fury muttered to himself in silence, "Should I, sir?"

"Sure, go ahead. He used to play with rifles and tanks during the war." Hector shrugged, continuing to drink tea.

A bit hesitant, Fury handed his handgun to Moony. He wondered how the dog would even play with it. Or shoot, as, from the looks of it, he saw a bullseye tied to a tree in the distance.

But the next moment, Moony picked the gun like a hand would with his really abnormally long tongue. He was clearly struggling to keep the gun steady.

Still, how would he use the trigger? Fury wondered. But the question got answered in a second. With the gun held by his tongue, Moony lifted his right paw, poked out his sharp nail and pulled the trigger as a human would. The situation was so bizarre that it left Fury wide-eyed.

*BANG!*

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"MOTHER FUCKER! It hit the dead centre!"

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