Transition

"Are you okay Tony?" Wanda asked as Tony lingered a little after his shot.
"Do you have time to discuss something?" Wanda checked her watch.
"Yeah, of course I do," She said with a smile, "Why don't you sit down and we can talk." she sat down in her chair and pulled one out for Tony.
"I've been thinking about... About..." Tony sat down, his leg jiggled restlessly, "About top surgery, I've been talking to Carol and I've realised that I want to be completely flat chested when I get married."
"So you want to know how to go through with it?"
"Yeah, she told me that I was better off asking you, I haven't told Steve yet just because I wanted more information before I talked it through with him."
"I'm not a surgeon so I can't give you all the details but I can get you a referral with a friend of mine who deals with this sorta stuff," Wanda said, moving over to her computer, "He's an incredible surgeon and I'm sure he can explain everything you need to know."
"Thank you, it's just being here every month I realise it's a month closer to the big day and I'd really love to not have to wear a binder under my suit."
"I totally understand Tony, so..." she clicked her mouse a few times before turning to look at Tony, "Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"
"Yeah, probably."
"Brilliant, Doctor Strange said he's available for a consultation at three tomorrow evening if that's okay with you?" Tony opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish before answering.
"So soon?"
"If it's not a good time, I can ask him for other dates he's free?"
"No, it's not that it's just..." Tony shrugged, "Thought I'd have to wait a little longer, when I had a little Google I thought I had to choose where to go or something."
"Well, if you would prefer to go elsewhere then that it completely fine, I can still do a referral and if you don't like Doctor Strange then feel free to say so, it's just I think you've waited long enough Tony, it's hard enough that you're scrutinised every day because of your social status and your gender identity, it must be so difficult having to be under that limelight every day and having everyone question you," Wanda finished typing in her computer before turning to face Tony again, "Let's just say I want to make this a little easier on you if I can, I have several other patients coming in for hormone treatments and it's all been possible because of you and your Transparent charity."
"Really?"
"Yes, really, these people wouldn't have this chance without you and it's time you got something back alongside it, their happiness makes me happy so thank you Tony." Tony felt shocked, he was speechless. He knew he was helping people when he first set up his charity but knowing there were people being able to go through the same treatment he was because of him was something amazing.
"I... Uh... Thank you." Tony really didn't know what to say but Wanda just smiled widely.
"Nope, there's no need to thank me, I'm just doing my job," she wheeled herself to her printer and back again, "Here you go, Three o'clock tomorrow, here's his address and number, any changes just give him a call."
"Yeah, sure, will do." Tony felt in a daze as she handed him the print off, if Steve was with him he'd tell him this is another step closer. He smiled at that.

The hospital that Doctor Strange worked at was huge and modern, Tony stood at the entrance just watching people come in and out. He had fifteen minutes until his appointment but he felt nervous to go in; he hadn't told anyone he was going, Steve had too many deadlines, both personal and SI ones, and Tony really didn't want to distract him because he knew Steve would want to put him first which was definitely sweet but not needed.
Tony could do this.
He looked at the doors for the hospital and took a deep breath before walking in. The inside was just as intimidating, everything was so crisp and clean and Tony felt a little bit out of place. He should have worn a suit but he felt too recognisable and the last thing he wanted right now was the press spotting him and asking too many questions; he was happy to talk about his transition, he just wanted privacy too.
He made his way up to the front desk, he didn't even want to attempt to navigate his way around here without asking for help.
"Uh... Hi?" Tony winced at how pathetic his voice sounded, he was TonyStark for goodness sake, he shouldn't be so nervous talking to a receptionist.
"Hi there, how can I help you today?" Tony relaxed, the receptionist was bubbly and lovely and he was already feeling a little calmer.
"I have an appointment with Doctor Strange... that is his name right? It's not some nickname that Wanda gave me?" The woman just laughed and shook her head.
"No, Strange is his last name and his office is on the third floor, if you go up and sit in the waiting room on your left I'll let him know you're here Mr Stark."
"Thank you...?"
"Emri, my name is EMri." she smiled and Tony couldn't stop himself from smiling back.
"Emri, that's a really gorgeous name, unique," Tony said, she blushed, "Thank you for your help."
"no problem,hope everything goes well."
"me too." they both had a laugh before Tony walked away from the reception desk and headed towards the elevator and pressed for the third floor,

His leg bounced nervously as he waited for Doctor Strange to call his name, it had only been five minutes and he was early but Tony was so nervous that every minute felt like an hour. The door leading out to the hallway where the offices are opened and a tall man step through.
"Mr Stark?" he spoke with a smooth voice and Tony felt a little intimidated but Wanda recommended him so he must be good, he trusted her.
"Hi, yeah," Tony got up and walked towards the doctor and felt even smaller next to his size, "Uh... here?" the guys lip twitched in a small smile, they both walked down the hall and he stopped in front of his office, holding the door open for Tony.
"Come through," he said, "Take a seat and we can get started." Tony pulled his hoodie over his hands has he sat down, his eyes not leaving the doctor as he sat at the desk in front of him, "So, Mr Stark..."
"Please, just Tony is fine, there's only so many times you can hear your last name before you begin to hate it." Tony said with a small, nervous laugh.
"Okay Tony, you seem worried to be here."
"Uh... I guess I am."
"How come?" Tony shrugged.
"I'm not sure, I think I'm still shocked when I take more steps further in my transition, my therapist says something about feeling undeserving after years of abuse but I don't know and now I'm rambling and I don't know what I told you that," Tony looked away, "I'm so sorry."
"No need to apologise, it can be overwhelming and I believe your therapist is on the right track with how you're feeling," Doctor Strange put his hands together, the tiny smile was back, "But I've seen you in the news and I've seen what you've done for so many people and you are deserving of this."
"I... uh..." Tony didn't know what to say, he always felt funny when people tell him things like that; it reminds him so much of Steve.
"But, we're not here to discuss that, Doctor Maximoff told you want to talk about top surgery." Tony looked back at him.
"Yeah, I don't really know how to go about it or how long things take and healing wise and I'd really like to be flat chested for my wedding, I don't want to postpone but I'm sure Steve would agree to it because he knows how long I've waited for it." Tony explained.
"Ah yes, the wedding of the century they're calling it, aren't they?"
"Not a name I came up with."
"No, of course not... where is the fiance? Very rarely to see you apart in public."
"He... he doesn't know I'm here."
"So this is all a surprise?"
"Yeah, more of an insurance policy because I'm only willing to postpone my wedding by so much and if I can't have my surgery before that time then I'll suck it up and get married but I know he'd tell me to wait... I just want to clear some things up before anything happened."
"Understandable, the wedding it next year right?"
"Yeah, next summer."
"That's still a good ten months away roughly, my schedule is pretty full at the moment," Tony felt his stomach sink, "But, I think I have a couple of open spaces in four months and again about three months after that, the surgery takes about six weeks to heal but we can go through the details later, for now I'll answer all questions you have and help you decide what it is you want to do." Tony felt some of his stress melt away as he smiled up at the Doctor.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it, so... where shall we start?"

Steve was laid on the sofa when Tony came home, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, a sleepy smile on his face as he looked up at Tony. Tony couldn't help but go over to Steve and press a kiss against his lips.
"Well, hello to you to Mr, what's got you so affectionate?" Steve said, holding onto the front of Tony's hoodie.
"You, you're honestly adorable when you're tired." Steve scoffed.
"Says you, you're the embodiment of sleepy kitten when you haven't slept," Steve leaned up and kissed him again, "Where have you been? Missed you today."
"There's something I need to tell you," Tony looked away from Steve, staring at the hands that were holding the fabric of his hoodie, "I went for a meeting with a surgeon Wanda recommended."
"Oh... why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you're so busy and..."
"Babe, look at me," Tony did as he was asked, "I always have time for you."
"I know, but you also had a lot of work to do and I was refusing to make you behind on your commissions again, you've worked so hard to get where you are and I'm not ruining it for you," Steve opened is mouth to argue, "No, that is not up for debate, I love you and it's already done."
"Okay, so... what was it you want to talk about?"
"Top surgery... I had so many questions I needed answers for because... because I want to be flat chested for our wedding."
"Oh Tones..." Tony reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, Steve let go of him to take the paper, "What's this?"
"Open it." Steve did and read what it said. His eyes widened.
"You... it's happening in four months?" Steve looked at him "You got an appointment?" Tony smiled widely and nodded.
"Doctor Strange was so helpful, he answered everything clearly... I don't even feel scared thinking about it anymore."
"Maybe you can tell me what he said afterwards."
"Afterwards?" Steve didn't answer, choosing to instead pull Tony over the back of the sofa ans straight into his lap, "Oh... afterwards."
"Yeah." Steve didn't say anything else before pressing his lips tightly against Tony's, holding him closely.