[I hear you. Our taxes are insane but I can get to 30th and market in 20 minutes on Patco. Round trip. Door to office. It’s really nice. And since it runs constantly night and day every 10-15 minutes I never have to rush in the morning or to get out of work to hit a train. At least your house right now isn’t too bad!]
“It’s not my fault if it gets around that I tip very well if my pizza is still hot when it gets here,” Tony shrugged, grabbing his jacket as he and Bruce left the building. The compound was sprawling, beautifully manicured lawns and trees interspersed between large, white and metal buildings. Tony had an eye for detail, even if he wasn’t wholly responsible for the design of the place. His father’s old warehouse complex was hardly recognizable now.
Tony strolled the well lit, winding path with Bruce, a saunter really. No one was all that interested in speeding their time together up too much.
“Maybe we should throw a party for you. Get the old gang back. I’d probably actually have to start picking up when Rogers calls though…and most of the new people are fugitives of the law-- Things well to hell, Bruce.” Tony’s voice was soft, but not wistful and not full of longing either. He’d changed. His mania was subdued. “I don’t know if they’re fixable.”
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[I hear you. Our taxes are insane but I can get to 30th and market in 20 minutes on Patco. Round trip. Door to office. It’s really nice. And since it runs constantly night and day every 10-15 minutes I never have to rush in the morning or to get out of work to hit a train. At least your house right now isn’t too bad!]
“It’s not my fault if it gets around that I tip very well if my pizza is still hot when it gets here,” Tony shrugged, grabbing his jacket as he and Bruce left the building. The compound was sprawling, beautifully manicured lawns and trees interspersed between large, white and metal buildings. Tony had an eye for detail, even if he wasn’t wholly responsible for the design of the place. His father’s old warehouse complex was hardly recognizable now.
Tony strolled the well lit, winding path with Bruce, a saunter really. No one was all that interested in speeding their time together up too much.
“Maybe we should throw a party for you. Get the old gang back. I’d probably actually have to start picking up when Rogers calls though…and most of the new people are fugitives of the law-- Things well to hell, Bruce.” Tony’s voice was soft, but not wistful and not full of longing either. He’d changed. His mania was subdued. “I don’t know if they’re fixable.”