Tony Stark X Trans Male Reader

The bright lights of Tony Stark’s workshop illuminated the space, casting long shadows across the sleek surfaces of his various suits and gadgets. You sat perched on a stool near the workbench, fiddling with one of Tony’s prototype tools as he adjusted the holographic display projected above his desk. The soft hum of machinery and the occasional clink of metal filled the air, creating a comforting rhythm in the otherwise quiet room.

“Careful with that,” Tony said without looking up, his tone light but tinged with amusement. “Last time someone messed with my tools, the coffee machine developed a personality. I don’t need a repeat of that fiasco.”

You smirked, holding the device up to inspect it. “I think I’ve got it under control. Besides, if I broke it, you’d just use it as an excuse to make an even better version.”

Tony finally glanced your way, raising an eyebrow. “Touché.” He turned back to his work, his hands deftly manipulating the holographic interface. “Speaking of improvements, how’s the new arm brace treating you? Any feedback for your genius inventor?”

You flexed your wrist, admiring the sleek design of the brace Tony had custom-built for you. It was lightweight but sturdy, perfectly suited to your needs. “It’s perfect, as always. Seriously, I don’t know how you do it.”

He grinned, clearly pleased with the compliment. “It’s all in the details, M/N. And having an excellent muse doesn’t hurt either.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. Tony had a way of making you feel seen, not just as a partner but as a person. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

“So,” Tony began, leaning back in his chair and swiveling to face you. “What’s on your mind? You’ve been unusually quiet today. That’s usually my thing.”

You hesitated, running your fingers over the edge of the workbench. “It’s nothing big. Just… been thinking about some stuff.”

Tony’s expression softened, his trademark wit momentarily set aside. “Stuff like…?”

“Like how far I’ve come,” you said quietly. “Before I met you, I didn’t think someone like me could have all this. The support, the acceptance, the… love.”

Tony pushed himself out of his chair, crossing the room to stand in front of you. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin up so you were looking directly at him. “You deserve all of it,” he said firmly. “Every bit of it. And if anyone ever made you feel otherwise, they’re idiots. You’re incredible, M/N. Don’t forget that.”

Your throat tightened with emotion, but you managed a small smile. “Thanks, Tony. You always know what to say.”

“It’s a gift,” he said with a smirk, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Now, what do you say we take a break from all this work and grab something to eat? My treat. And by that, I mean I’ll cook.”

Your eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. “You? Cook? Should I call Pepper to supervise?”

Tony laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Ha, ha. Very funny. You’ll be eating those words when you taste my legendary pasta.”

“Legendary, huh?” you teased, hopping off the stool. “Alright, Stark. Show me what you’ve got.”

As the two of you headed up the stairs toward the kitchen, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Life hadn’t always been easy, but with Tony by your side, it felt brighter, fuller. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged—not just in his workshop, but in his world.