You are my home//Peter Parker x Stark reader

Prolouge

People handle grief in different ways. Most deal with it through anger, addiction, distractions, humor, isolation, etc. When Tony died, something changed in Y/N. Her anger just kept growing.

Y/N sat at the kitchen table, a half-eaten plate of pasta in front of her. The house had been quiet all day, the only sounds coming from Morgan playing in the garden and the occasional ping from her phone. Anger simmered inside her constantly.

She had to shut down her social media. Every post was about Tony. People wrote about him, newspapers wrote about him, even influencers who weren't even "fans" of Tony wrote about him. One day, she panicked and threw her phone at the wall. It had been an "edit" that some fan had made. The anger boiled inside her like water bubbling over. Once, when she and Morgan went out to buy groceries, paparazzi followed them. Y/N grabbed one of their cameras and hurled it into traffic.

The only thing she could stand to listen to was a playlist of her dad's favorite music: AC/DC, The Beatles, and so on.

Suddenly, she felt small fingers on her shoulder. She turned to see Morgan standing there, holding a notepad and a pen.

"Y/N?" Morgan said cautiously. "Can we build a robot? Like Dad used to?"

Y/N swallowed hard and avoided her little sister's gaze. "Not now, Morgan. I have... a lot to do." She pointed to her laptop, which sat closed on the table.

Morgan looked disappointed but didn't give up. "Please? I just want to do something that reminds me of him. It feels like... like he's still here then."

Her words hit Y/N like a knife to the heart. She tried to ignore the growing guilt inside her and waved the idea away. "Morgan, I said I can't. Go play instead, okay?"

Morgan stared at her, tears starting to fill her eyes. "You sound just like Dad when he didn't have time."

Y/N froze. Those simple words struck her deeply, and before she knew it, she stood up abruptly. "I'm not Dad!" she snapped, her voice louder than she intended. "I can't be him, okay? I can't just... fix everything like he did!"

Morgan took a step back, shocked by Y/N's outburst. Tears now streamed freely down her cheeks. "I just wanted you to help me..." she whispered before running out of the kitchen.

Y/N stood there, breathing heavily, her hands shaking. She stared at the doorway where Morgan had disappeared, slowly realizing what she had just done.**

**Y/N lay in bed, surrounded by darkness and a mess of clothes, empty glasses, and a cold coffee cup on the nightstand. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes glassy and empty. The bedroom door creaked open, and Peter stood in the doorway.

"Y/N," he said gently but firmly. "We need to talk."

She didn't move, only turned her gaze to the wall.

"You can't keep doing this," he continued, stepping into the room. "You're shutting everyone out. You're pushing away everyone who's trying to help you."

"What do you know about it?" she muttered without looking at him.

"I know you're not the only one who's lost someone," he said, his voice steady. "I'm grieving Mr Stark to."

Y/N slowly sat up, her face tense with anger. "You're grieving him? You don't even know what that means, Peter. You never had the same relationship with him that I did."

Peter clenched his fists, his voice shaking with frustration. "I don't know what it's like to lose someone? I lost both of my parents, Y/N! And Uncle Ben! You think I haven't felt that pain? That emptiness?" His voice cracked as he stared at her, raw emotion written all over his face.