He wouldn't lie if asked, that he looked forward to these days. Now.

It started the moment he woke up as--himself. On a monday

Ever since that first morning, Tony looked forward to the days where he didn't need to be so Ned. He could dress more like himself, he didn't have to take so much care taking one of the suits out for a spin. It didn't mean it was any easier. He still didn't know why he seemed to be stuck in this dual existence, what purpose it served the powers that were to keep them in this strange city that he damn well knew hadn't existed for most of the time he'd been in Boston. He still didn't understand how the actual city of Boston managed to just forget everything that had happened over that last few years: the outbursts of violence, the strange behavior of a good chunk of it

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