250. Busted!

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Hector was in a world full of superheroes, but he didn't feel like it for some reason. At this stage, there was enough peace that the news was filled with more information about him than about some supervillain attack.

The SHIELD had expanded its arms around the world and recruited all kinds of superpowered individuals not to turn them into superheroes but to teach them about morality and the responsibility that comes with their power.

His job at this point was to work from an office instead of going out and beating villains. "It seems I've grown too strong for this universe now."

He signed whatever documents he needed to, walked out of the UN building, and went straight into the under-construction areas of the city. The new New York was about 70 percent completed, and streets were starting to look active.

However, when he was passing by a dark alley of two under-construction buildings, a woman bumped into him. She was wearing short clothes, and her hair looked messy, but there were no signs of panic. Then a man walked out and silently left, looking panicked by Hector.

He sighed in a little sadness. "How are you, child?"

She was taken aback by the famous old man appearing out of nowhere. But when she was asked how she was, something nobody asked one another in the world anymore, her shoulder fell. "I-I'm good... sir."

Hector nodded and patted her shoulder. "Come, let's eat lunch together. It's on me."

He walked to the new Central Park and sat down on a bench. Then with a snap of his finger, sandwiches appeared. "Here, I got chicken one and Tofu ones."

The woman was confused out of her mind, wondering what warranted this little meeting with the legend. "D-Did I do something wrong, sir?"

"No... not at all. But I do wonder why you do it?" He asked.

She took a long breath and looked around at the trees. Her face showed a hint of regret. "Mistakes. I was desperate... single mom, husband died. Had sex for money, didn't know they made a video. They blackmailed me into working for them until I met a decent broker who provided security. I've done this all my life. This is all l know. I don't like it... but this will give my son a better life."

"What about the baby bonds?" Hector asked as he had made backups for such people.

"Oh, I can't access that money before I turn 60. Since I didn't even finish high school to be applicable for college or business investment. I know; I was a dumb hippie. It was the 90s."

"What about your husband's money? After his death, the money in his Baby Bonds should have transferred to you." He inquired.

"He lost it all on a failed business. My son has a Baby Bond now, but he's only 12, and I can't touch that money... not that I will. I know what I do is not very acceptable to society, many women out there do it willingly, but for me, it's out of necessity."

Hector sighed and got up to leave. But before he left, he scanned her face with his phone. "Life gave you lemons a bit too hard, it seems. But I believe what happened to you was unfortunate and the fact you had no option but to throw yourself into prostitution is a sign of my failed policies. I will fix them now... and for the folks who made your video."

*SNAP!*

Two men fell from the sky but remained alive. "Are these two the degenerates?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

Hector nodded and looked at the two. "Enjoy your time in the middle of the Amazon Rainforest. Let's see how many days you can survive."

Then with another snap, the two disappeared. Hector, satisfied like a god, gave a thumbs up to the woman. "I have released your Baby Bonds money to you and invested it all in Stark Industries. You will get thousands of dollars each month as dividends, enough to live a good life... maybe not in New York. Also, I have enrolled you in the alien language class. It's going to be a significant work field in the coming years that will pay you good money.

"With this, I shall take my leave. Good luck."

Hector flew away towards Midtown High School to meet Peter. But in the middle of the way, he remembered. "Wait, I didn't even ask her name."

The woman, however, was as shocked as she was from the start of the sudden meeting. "W-What did just happen?"

She kept asking herself. Then all of a sudden, her phone rang with notifications.

*BEEP BEEP!* Welcome to the Alien Skills Program.

*BEEP BEEP!* Thank you for investing in Stark Industries.

*BEEP BEEP!* ...

She felt her knees going weak all of a sudden. Never in her life did she think her hardships would end so abruptly. Hector simply appeared out of nowhere and fixed everything like he was a god.

The tears of long-lost mental pain leaked out of her eyes. The image of her son flashed in her mind. His smile will not be lost, she felt. Everything was going to be okay now, she thought.

"Excuse me, are you okay, ma'am?" Then, all of a sudden, a man stopped by and asked her in worry.

Both of them did not know that they were meant to meet and fall in love five years later, but a certain old man's blessings worked wonders and brought two hearts closer to be each other's support.

Maybe Hector was a god indeed.

...

Midtown High School

"Come on. You've got to get me an autograph from the President. I will do anything you want. I will let you borrow my car for a month." Flash Thompson pestered Peter.

By now, most kids believed that Peter had something to do with the President as the word had spread like wildfire. He was getting the attention he never asked for.

So he resigned to his fate and nodded. "When I meet him, I will ask, Flash. Can I eat my lunch now?"

"Sure, brother. Here, take my chicken too, anything for my best friend." Flash left quickly.

"Hey." Michelle Jones-Watson, briefly known as MJ, sat opposite Peter.

"You want his autograph too?" Peter asked tiredly.

MJ rolled her eyes, "I want to eat my lunch."

Embarrassingly, Peter also started eating in silence. Meanwhile, Ned kept on talking about something the President did somewhere. He had even created a discord server where fans of Hector from around the world would send notifications about his location.

"Woah, Mister President was in Central Park... with a woman?" Ned exclaimed and showed the photo to Peter.

"He's probably helping her. Look at that lady..." Peter deduced.

"Don't you think he feels annoyed for being constantly followed around and spied on?" MJ asked.

Ned scoffed. "Oh, come on. Why would he hate being followed and loved? I would die to get his kind of fame. Imagine everyone loving you and thanking you for just existing?"

She sighed in response, finding it immature. "I don't know, he's been so famous since before the world war, after all. And he's not loved for just being existing. Did you know he once saved a family of Gorillas from Uganda? Everything he does is for the good of someone.

"Imagine if you were disturbed while doing your favorite thing or just living your life?"

Peter did feel similar, as he felt it was a problem if people knew his identity as Spiderman.

"So, are you two ready for that Japan trip?" MJ asked next, looking at Peter's face strangely.

"I don't know... I have some work here." Peter tried to decline, feeling he had a responsibility to help people here as Spiderman.

"So you're going to let our hard work on the quiz go to waste?

"Bwahaha... here is my favorite smart boy."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Hector appeared with his iconic booming laugh. He noticed the shocked faces in the cafeteria but ignored them. He had his own food plate as well.

"How are you doing, Ned boy... and you must be MJ." Hector greeted while tasting the food. Due to his orders, the schools in the country were supposed to provide healthy balanced meals to all—no fried crap. So there was a baked patty sandwich, cooked vegetables, tofu, a milkshake, and an apple or banana. Hector took a banana... as he liked it a lot.

"M-Mr President... what are you doing here?" Peter spoke finally.

"Why? Can't I come to see you? You're a smart lad. I have decided to offer you an internship at my company. After all, Spiderman needs some disguise to be away from home."

"I KNEW IT!" MJ dropped her spoon.

Hector turned and noticed the paled, shocked faces of Peter and Ned. He realized he probably messed up here. "Ah! She didn't know? But I thought you two were dating."

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