Welcome to Afghanistan

Hiro Hamada was bored.

He was bored, uncomfortably warm, and he had no one who wanted to talk to him.

He was currently sitting in the back of a military Hummer, nursing a glass of brandy in his hand, with a radio blaring the latest Fall Out Boy tune. He was dressed in a navy blue three-piece suit, buttons all undone, his black hair naturally dishevelled as if he had just rolled out of bed.

Also, he was in Afghanistan, did we mention that?

Hiro was a genius billionare playboy philanthropist. At age twenty-two, he was the head of Hamada Industries and the richest weapons manufacturer in the world. For you see Hiro was a mechanical prodigy, and made advancements in technology that would boggle the mind of any lesser man, and that made his weapons and inventions the most coveted devices on the planet.

Despite all this, he still had not yet created a cure for boredom.

"Come on guys" he exclaimed to the three soldiers he currently shared Hummer-space with "Can someone talk? I feel like I'm off to a court martial" More awkward silence followed "Are you not allowed to talk?"

"We can talk sir" came the quiet reply of the soldier sitting beside him.

"So it's personal then?"

"No" spoke the soldier in the drivers seat "You intimidate them"

"Good God, you're a woman" Hiro's jaw dropped "I honestly... How did I not notice? I could not have called that"

The soldiers broke out into suppressed smiles.

"I'd apologise, but I don't think it really matters" Hiro continued "I mean that's how soldiers go: soldier first, gender second. Right?"

"I'm an airman" the driver corrected him.

"You actually have a really nice face" Hiro kept talking "I'm surprised I never noticed that. I'm having a really hard time not looking at you now, is that weird?" Spying the smiles of his fellow passengers, Hiro smirked as well "Come on, laugh. You're allowed to laugh"

"Sir" the soldier in the passenger seat spoke up for the first time "I have a question to ask"

"Fire away" Hiro smiled

"Is it true you went 12-for-12 with last years Maxim cover models?"

Hiro barked a small laugh "Actually yes. No. Technically. I had a falling out with March. Never got it on, but the Christmas cover did have twins" He waited until they were done chuckling before he asked "Any other questions?"

The soldier beside him raised his hand, as if he were in a classroom.

"You're kidding me with the hand up, right?" Hiro said.

"Can I take a picture with you?"

Hiro smiled his signature gap-toothed grin "Sure"

With a childish smile, the man passed his camera to his fellow soldier before sliding up right next to the young billionare.

"Now I don't want to see this on your twitter page or anything, alright?" Hiro whispered "Put your hand down, no gang-signs. Just kidding, you can have gang-signs"

The driver couldn't help but laugh as her two comrades fumbled with the camera.

Then the Hummer in front exploded.

Hiro nearly soiled himself as the Hummer came to a screeching halt "What's going on?" he asked, a frantic edge to his voice.

"Contact left!" The driver shouted.

"What does that mean?" Hiro panicked.

The driver left the Hummer, only to immediately drop dead as a bullet found its lethal mark.

"Jimmy!" The soldier in the passenger seat spoke to his teamate "Stay here! Protect Hamada!"

"Stay down!" Jimmy the soldier said, grabbing Hiro the shoulder and forcing him to lay along the seat.

The second soldier left out his door, using the Hummer itself as cover. All in vain however as the still unseen attackers shot him dead.

"Son of a bitch!" Jimmy exclaimed, opening the door to join the fray.

"Wait!" Hiro called to him "At least leave me a gun!"

"Stay here!" Jimmy ordered. He closed the door and turned to face the attackers, just then a bomb went off, and he was immediately torn to pieces by shrapnel.

Hiro swore in horror and shock, bailing out of the Hummer and running for cover as several other soldiers died like flies behind him. He dove behind a sizeable rock, and brought out his phone.

"Please work, please work" He silently pleaded as he tried to text and SOS to his friend.

His frantic typing was halted by the thud of something landing beside him. The beeping that emanated from the same spot told all he needed to know. He quickly rose, but not before the bomb exploded and he was sent flying.

Hiro hit the ground hard. His ears ringing, he tried to rise to his feet only to fall down again. Raising a heavy hand to his throbbing head, Hiro's blurried vision could make out the blood that now stained his hand.

The last thing he thought before he blacked out was: How did I get here?

Because when his day started that day, he had no idea that his life would be changed forever...

Authors Note

So this will be the first in a long line of MCU-based non/Disney fanfics I'll be writing. This one will basically star characters most prominently found in Disney's Big Hero 6 and DreamWorks' Home, following the plotline of Iron Man.

Note than my previous fanfic "Rise of the Guardians of the Galaxy" is non-canon tothis story's (and all the others that will come after it) universe.

If you like it or feel like criticising and crushing my dreams, please leave a review. They're always welcome.