"Tony Stark offered you a job. A job. Him. He came and spoke you about a job." Aaron said to Michael.
Who just decided to ignore his brother's rambling.
Since he had been basically saying the same thing over and over again ever since he and his family encountered Tony at his graduation from M.I.T. two days ago.
Which had already made news headlines from what Michael saw on the television that night.
Along with the fact he was going to start his own company.
Not that he cared if people knew what he was aiming for.
At least in that regard.
Actually Michael had already figured out a way to use this publicity to his favor. Already he had put feelers out in regards to potential investors to help him start his company, and from what A.D.A.M. had told him things were looking good. As the offers just kept rolling in.
Though of course Michael made sure to inform ADAM to vet every single investor thoroughly. Since he doesn't want any government, or say the likes of those cultist HYDRA, getting a foothold within his business.
Of which he has already decided on a name for.
Holt Industries.
The same name the original Mister Terrific in DC Comics used for his own company name.
For if it ain't broke then there's no need to fix it.
But before he could move ahead with starting his company there were a few things Michael wanted to get out of the way first.
As he made a list of those things in his mind he suddenly felt Aaron gently tapping him on the shoulder. When he did he turned toward his younger brother of two years.
(A/N: Sorry if I didn't say this before but Michael and Aaron are only two years apart in age)
"Aaron if its about you fanboying over Stark offering me a job can you please stop it. I really don't want to hear it anymore." Michael said.
"No it's not about that. We're home." Aaron replied. "And okay, I'll stop."
"Thank you on both accounts." Michael replied.
He then got out of the car and collected his suitcases before heading inside.
"Surprise!"
Only to act shocked when he opened the door and saw his house filled up with his neighbors, decorations, and food.
Since Michael knew his family were going to throw him a graduation party no matter what.
"Come on man, no need for that surprise act. You're not fooling anybody." A voice spoke up.
Belonging to Sam.
"Well I beg to differ. I'm sure some people buy my act."
"Let's agree to disagree." Sam said.
"Fine." Michael replied.
He and Sam then shared a manly handshake.
"Good to see you Mike."
"Same to you Sam." Michael replied. "Now enough talking, let's party."
"Yes, let's." Aaron suddenly chimed in.
So with that the party entered full swing.
Michael enjoying himself all the way until the moon made its way into the sky.
During which time Michael found himself enjoying the silence of his room as the guests left his house.
"So, have fun?" Sam asked, walking into his room.
"Yeah, I sure did." Michael replied.
"Good." Sam said. "Because I wasn't sure if being around all those geniuses had dulled your sense of fun."
"Never." Michael replied.
"Alright then doctor." Sam said.
"Hey, no need for the doctor thing when we're alone. Only in public thank you." Michael joked. Leading the two childhood friends to share a laugh. "Anyway, enough about me. What's up with you? Still planning to you know, join the Air Force?" Michael asked.
Knowing full well what Sam's answer would be.
"Yeah, I am." Sam easily replied.
"I see." Michael replied. "Well then, take care of yourself." He spoke.
"No worries friend, I will." Sam replied.
The two then sat in a comfortable silence.
Though all the while Michael was thinking of ways to make sure Sam didn't meet his end during his military service. Since after all this wasn't a movie anymore, but real life, and although Michael knew the military was Sam's path, since it would eventually lead him to become Falcon, it didn't mean he liked the thought of his best friend facing danger.
But then again with his plans for the future did Michael really have room to judge others for their choices in choosing to fight for others.
'I guess I don't.' Michael thought. Releasing a mental sigh.
"Hey Mike, you good?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, just thinking about what's next and the future you know." Michael replied.
Which wasn't a lie.
"Oh, you mean when we role around the world in your private jet, champagne classes in one hand, and each with a supermodel in the other, since you made it as a multi-millionaire." Sam said. His signature smile on his face.
"Something like that." Michael replied. "And that's some confidence you have there friend. After all, who says I'm going to invite you on these co-called jet setting trips."
"Oh come on you know I'm the life of the party."
"Whatever you say Wilson, whatever you say." Michael replied.
The pair then shared another laugh.
The friends then talked for a bit longer before Sam finally took his leave.
Once he did Michael headed downstairs, where he found his family cleaning up the last bit of trash from the party.
Noticing him first his father spoke up. "Son this is your night. You know you don't have to help clean up."
"I know dad, this isn't about that. I just wanted to let everyone know tonight about my plans for the immediate future." Michael spoke. "So I've decided to take a year off and travel the world." He revealed.
"Really, and go where?" Aaron asked.
"You now London, Germany, India, South America, etc." Michael said.
"Are you sure about this honey?" Abigail asked her son. Her voice filled with a slight hint of worry.
"I'm sure mom." Michael spoke. "I've already got the funds, my passport, and everything else." He explained.
"Well okay son." Marcus spoke. "I mean you're going to be eighteen soon and you're much smarter than most men in the world. So we can't tell you what to do really. Just be careful."
"Don't worry dad, I will. I promise." Michael said.
He then went back up to his room and closed his door.
After which ADAM face appeared on his computer screen.
Michael having had his AI move itself to his personal computer in Delacroix. Where he had set up the servers weeks prior to his graduation.
At least until he established a permanent base of operations where he could put ADAM's servers.
"Congratulations on your graduation Michael." ADAM spoke.
"Thank you ADAM." Michael said. "So, has everything been arranged?"
"It has. Your plane ticket for New York City has been booked." ADAM replied.
"Good." Michael replied.
Brimming with excitement.
For he was finally ready to start gaining some of the brawn needed to match his brain, and his first stop on that journey was going to be the Masters of the Mystic Arts.
Simply put, it was time to learn some magic.