Michael sighed, he shook off Connors hand, "I'll see you guys later just don't feel like chatting right now." With that he flew off, toward the now destroyed tower. He looked at the rubble, it had been his home since the team split up. Of course it was, there were to many memories at the mansion. He winced at the thought of going back there, though it was the only place he had left.

He picked up a now destroyed piece of metal and hurled it farther toward the now destroyed tower. He swallowed he couldn't have his rage consume him, of course furnace would get out and shield agents were watching over him and he got out. He shook his head, he was almost killed today and he didn't like that thought.

He looked down at what he was wearing, the suit the same suit he promised he wouldn't get into another one after the bomb incident. He only shook his head, it was one of the many promises he had broken over his lifetime. He didn't want to remember each promise he had broken, though they were burned into his head he remembered each perfectly.

He swallowed before launching into the air, he took one last look at the rubble of stark industries. Before he made his way to the mansion, he landed walking to the front door. This was another promise broken never to return here, he sighed as he unlocked the door. He walked in, he went to one of the many rooms. Stripping free of his armor, he put the helmet on the bed. Before turning away.

He had his hand on the door knob about to close the door, he castes one last look at the armor before closing the door. He went down to the base under the mansion, it had been four years since he had been here. He needed a way to get the frustration out of him, with that he set up a punching bag and started to let his frustration out on it.