That Would Be Enough~ Hamilza Oneshots

~The Man Who Owned the World, Part 1 {Marvel AU}~

A/N: Requested by Kirimilliganhadlen . Kiri wanted me to do an AU of a Marvel movie of my choice. So I thought, "What Marvel pairing would best fit these two?" Then I realized there's no other choice but Tony and Pepper. So I'm doing an AU based on the first Iron Man movie. Hope you like it, Kiri!

Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of torture

Alexander Hamilton had everything he could ever want.

For the CEO of Hamilton Industries, the word "thriving," was an understatement. Alex was the brightest innovator on the planet. He had an IQ of 206, was rich beyond compare, and had the phone numbers of more celebrities, world leaders, and supermodels than you could name without resorting to Google. People called him the man who owned the world.

"Alex, do you think this is such a good idea?" his secretary, Eliza Schuyler said as she adjusted Alex's tie. "This seems like... a terrible idea, to be honest. Don't you have any idea what's going on over there?"

"'Liza, you worry too much," Alex remarked with his signature smirk. "The missile's only a test run. We're gonna be in the middle of the desert, nobody's gonna bother us. And if they do, well... we have more firepower."

Eliza fixed the edges of his suit jacket without a word, keeping her concerns to herself. She knew words wouldn't stop Alex; he would just do what he wanted to do anyway.

"Just be home in time for your company meeting on Wednesday," she said finally, ever-faithful to keep Alex on schedule.

"Yes, Mom," Alex teased. Grabbing his to-go cup of coffee, he quickly headed up the stairs of his private jet, and soon enough he was treading across the sloping sand of Afghanistan.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began confidently, looking around at the troop of American soldiers watching him. "Some will tell you that peace is a shield, not a sword. Those people know nothing about the world we're living in. Threats are coming from every side, and we're not gonna get backed into a corner like a stray dog. We're gonna use our teeth. That's what my dad taught me, and that's how I plan on achieving peace in our time. So without further ado, I give you..."

An irresistible smile on his face, he held out his arms as a fury of missiles sailed overhead. One after the other, they cratered into the empty desert before them, sending off deafening explosions. The troop watched, their eyes wide and their mouths agape, even as they staggered backwards at the force. Though they were well-versed in war and the carnage it brought, even they couldn't help but cower at the might of...

"The Jericho Missile."

There was no applause. Only stunned, humble silence.

"Peace in our time!" crowed the troop's general, Charles Lee, with a grin. "I don't know what goes on in that brain of yours, Hamilton, but it's enough to give me nightmares. I want one of these things."

Alex laughed. "I'll throw in one of these babies in with every $500,000,000 spent. Cool?"

"And they say war isn't lucrative," droned the sarcastic voice of Alex's favorite goody two-shoes, John Laurens.

"I'm sorry, but who let you into this party? I don't remember you being on the guest list," Alex said, turning to face his best friend.

Removing his army cap to fan his sticky face, Johnny rolled his eyes. "I think the better question is, what maniac let you run loose in a war zone with death rockets in your pocket."

"Never stop a business man when he's winning."

The "launch party," so to speak, was soon taken on the move, and Alex climbed into a the back of a Humvee with a handful of soldiers. When Johnny tried to follow, Alex smirked at his friend and said, "Sorry, this is the Funvee. The Hum Drum-Vee is that way."