Transition

Steve couldn't stop checking his watch, it had only been three minutes since he last checked but he just wanted it to be three o'clock already so he could go pick up his boyfriend. He continued to pace the length of Bucky's sitting room.
"Dude. Chill out, you're causing a draft." Bucky said from where he was laying on the sofa, staring up at Steve.
"I can't, I just can't stop thinking about Tony." Steve admitted, checking his watch.
"He'll be fine, don't worry about it," Bucky sat up, "Come sit next to me."
"I know," Steve stopped pacing and sat down beside his best friend, "I just... I don't know, I'm scared and excited and I just want to be there with him."
"I get it man, but unless you're a secret surgeon there's no point in you being there," Bucky said, "Strange said he'd be ready by three so we'll go at three, okay?"
"Yeah, I know," Steve sighed, "I'm just so excited for him, he's been waiting for this for so long."
"Hey, he is my son, so of course I know."
"Our son," Sam scoffed as he walked into the sitting room, carrying a tray of coffee, "Sometimes I think you forget that we /both/ adopted Tones."
"I got to him first."
"I don't think so," Sam said, sitting on the other sofa, coffee in hand, "I met him first, I adopted him first."
"We were both there when Steve met him!" Bucky counteracted.
"Yeah, but I spotted him first."
"Maybe you should hurry up and marry me then we can both have equal rights."
"Marry you? I'm fine thanks, I know you'd pull some dirty trick and try to take my son away from me."
"Our son."
"My fiancé," Steve interrupted, picking up his coffee, "Who is also, like, twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight, which makes him an adult." Steve moved backwards slightly as the glares Bucky and Sam were using on each other were directed at him.
"So what?" they both said, Steve was getting a little concerned.
"He's an adult, with his own company, about to get married... I don't think it really matters who adopted him first..."
"He will always need us, his parents." Sam said.
"Okay, wow calm down," Steve said with a nervous chuckle, "I was just saying."
"Well refrain yourself next time young man, you're our son-in-law which means we can ground you." Bucky said, picking up his coffee and sitting back with a smirk.
"Uh... Bucks... I don't think it works like that."
"Oh, it does." Steve shook his head.
"Okay, yeah sure thing," he had a mouthful of his coffee before realising something, "Both of you were my friends first so why is Tones now the favourite?"
"He just is, you can't question a father's love for his son." Bucky said, using his foot to jab Steve in the side.
"Ow! What is wrong with you today?"
"I'm just trying to get you to stop looking at your watch before I smash it."
"You wouldn't dare, it was a gift from Tony's mother," Steve said, glancing at it quickly to see that it was now quarter-to-two, "And you'd break both your son-in-laws and your own son's heart in doing so."
"Okay, shut up, you know I didn't mean it," Bucky said, "I just want you to calm down, he's only been gone a couple of hours and you need to relax so you're all chilled out when we go to pick him up."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise man," Sam said, "You're bound to be worried, your boyfriend is having surgery and you can't be there to hold his hand and that must be weird since you're always there to hold his hand through everything, but just remember he's been waiting for this for years and now it's finally happening and he's..."
"One step closer to being exactly who he wants to be, I know," Steve smiled softly as he looked at his coffee cup, "He just desperately wanted to be flat chested for our wedding and it's happening and in six months we'll be married and I still can't believe it... I was always worried we'd break up when we first got together." Both Bucky and Sam gasped.
"And why would you think that? You two were madly in love before you both even started saying 'I love you'." Bucky said.
"Yeah, I know but I was just some poor nobody who grew up in a sketchy area of Brooklyn, not really someone as influential as a Stark would date," Steve traced the rim of his mug with his finger, "I'm not going to lie, I really did think he was calling it off with me when I walked in on him crying to Pepper about having to talk to me, thought maybe his dad found out and said it was unacceptable for our social classes to be together because that's the type of man he was... instead he came out to me and I started feeling a little better like, he wouldn't just tell me that if he thought of splitting up any time soon."
"And look at you now, ten years later and you're getting married." Sam cooed, batting his eyelashes at Steve who just laughed.
"I know, mad really, but he really is amazing..." Steve checked his watch, "And he'll be ready in half an hour so we should probably get going since I want to be there when he's ready to leave and I think it's best to set off now just in case there's traffic."
"Okay, yeah we'll go." Bucky said, downing the rest of his coffee, putting the cup back on the tray and stood up, "Coming Sam?"
"Yeah, of course," he stood up and smiled over at Steve, "Come on then lover-boy, lets go get your fiancé."

Steve couldn't wipe the smile off his face when he saw Tony sat on the bed, he looked completely spaced out which was probably from the anesthetic and he couldn't stop hoovering his hands over his bare chest. Doctor Strange was stood near him, a small smile on his face as he watched Tony's awed reaction; Steve knocked softly on the door so he didn't spook his dazed boyfriend.
"Steve?" Tony said, turning his head to look at the doorway and smiling widely when he noticed him, "Look, they're gone."
"Yeah baby, they are," he said, walking over to Tony to press a kiss to his temple, "You look amazing," he turned to look at Doctor Strange, "Thank you."
"Just doing my job, I guess it will be you taking care of Tony during the healing process?" Steve nodded, "He'll need to empty the drains periodically throughout the day for up to a week, he can shower after twenty-four hours but make sure his back faces the shower, I'll like to see him again in a couple of day to just check on him but I have both of your numbers so I'll call you to arrange something but in the meantime just keep an eye on him and try to get him to take things easy for two weeks at least, it takes about six or so to heal and he won't need to return to remove any stitches as I use an absorbable subcuticular suture which is naturally absorbed and it does not require removal, any other questions please do not hesitate to call me."
"Yeah, of course, I can do all that and I'll keep an eye on him."
"Excellent, the pain should be moderate but I have given him a prescription for some painkillers and I recommend him wearing a medical-grade compression binder for three to six weeks as this helps with minimising bruising and swelling and holds the surgical area firmly in place, supporting the intended chest contour, ace bandages work just as well and are cheaper but..."
"But of course the price doesn't matter," Tony said waving him off, "I'll get one Doc, yeah."
"I have told all this to him prior to the surgery and once again when he woke up but as you can see, he's still a little out of it, I have sent an email to him with the instructions I have given you both and like I said, please feel free to call."
"Thank you," Steve moved away and offered his hand to Doctor Strange to shake, which he did, "You've done a fantastic job."
"All in a days work, now I'll let you get him sorted and I'll leave his prescription at the front desk so you can collect it when you sign him out." Steve nodded and watched as the Doctor left the room before turning back to Tony.
"You ready to go home babe?" Tony looked up at him.
"I'm ready to go wherever with you."
"You dork, come on, let's get you dressed because Sam and Bucky are waiting in the car for us." he said, reaching for the soft button up of Steve's which Tony had decided to wear that day and helped him into it: pressing a kiss to his lips once he fastened it up.
Steve took Tony's hand and guided him out of the room and to the front desk where they signed Tony out and picked up the prescription for his painkillers before leading him out of the hospital to where Sam and Bucky were parked. Both of them were leaning against the car, waiting for them.
"Hey Tones, how you feeling?" Sam asked, clearly stealing the words from Bucky's mouth as he scowled at him.
"Like a weight has been lifted from my chest," He said, the dopey smile on his face, "I feel tired and amazing."
"I'm glad kiddo, you look pretty amazing for someone who only came out of surgery half an hour ago." Bucky said.
"Thank you," he yawned slightly, "I'd like to go home now, is that okay?"
"Of course it is, that's why we're here," Bucky ruffled his hair, a gesture he never got to do much without Tony complaining, "Get in the car and we'll get you home."
"Thank you."
"Hey, you're our kid, we're more than happy to help." Sam said, walking over to the drivers side and getting in. Steve helped Tony get fastened in and comfy before talking again.
"So, when are you two going to get married so I no longer have to be illegitimate child?"