Alone Time pt. Two (StarkxReader)

You jerk as an explosion sounded throughout the house, scrambling to your feet, grabbing a fire extinguisher as you raced to the garage and sprayed the flames away. You sigh, sitting down and patted your heart.
“D-damn it Stark… what did you do…?”  you glare at the man who looked like he had just exploded himself.
“I’m… not entirely sure, actually… one minute I’m fixing a wire and the next “boom!” Tony held his hands up in surrender.
“Clean the mess up.” You order, standing and moving into the kitchen. ‘It’s going to be a long three days…” you open the fridge, taking out two eggs and set them on the counter. You crawled around in a cabinet until you found a metal bowl, pulling yourself to your feet and sighed as you saw him playing with one of the eggs.
“You making omelets?” he raised his eye brow at you.
“No, I was making myself some scrambled eggs. Make your own omelet.” You snatch the egg from him, cracking the two eggs on the rim of the bowl and dumped the contents in.
“I don’t know how.” He stated.
“You’re useless without technology, aren’t you?” you roll your eyes.
“No I’m not.” He snapped, crossing his arms and looked hurt as you stared at him.
“Really? Can you make scrambled eggs? How about cream of wheat?” you raise an eye brow at him.
“I can make anything as long as I have instructions.” He scoffed.
“Right. Then…” you quickly write the instructions on how to make an omelet down on a scrap of mail, handing it to him and smirked, “Have at it, Mr. Chief.”
“Gladly.” He snatched the paper form you, glancing over it as you cook your scrambled eggs and started gathering the ingredients. You blew the flame of your stove out, taking your eggs and sitting on the island to watch him struggle. After five minutes of trying to turn the stove on he turned to you.
“Problems?” you smile innocently.
“How do you turn the stove on?” he glared.
“Turn the gas on and strike a match.” You held up a match book.
“Cute. Hand it over.” He held his hand out.
“Here, just try not to blow my house up.” You toss the book at him, watching as he lit the fire and laughed as he cursed at burning his fingers. “Smooth.”
“H-hey I’m getting there! This isn’t a more modern stove! No one uses these except some back water-!” he stops himself.
“”Back water, up in the mountain people”, am I right?” you snap.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t right.” He sighed.
“Yeah, sure. I’m sure you “city folk” are all thinking we’re not technologically advanced as you are. And we might not be as advanced as you, Stark, but sometimes us “back water” people don’t have the money for newer appliances.” You growl, hoping off the counter and went to walk away when he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Let go, Mr. Stark.”
“I really am sorry; I’m just frustrated with this whole situation. Plus I can’t cook.” He whispered in your ear.
“I knew it!” you laugh, turning to the stove and fixing his omelet.
“Thank you for cooking, (Y/n).”
“Yeah, well… I don’t want you burning my house down.” You shrug, checking the omelet. “By the way, what the hell did you blow up in my garage?”
“Um… that beat up old truck…” he stared to the side as you dropped the spatula and held his hands up. “I’m sorry, I was trying to hook that radio to the battery and it blew up. Still not sure how that worked…”
“T-tony you… you blew up my dad’s old car…” you whisper, trying to keep yourself from shaking and turned the stove off.
“I’m sorry, I’ll buy him a new truck when I get in town.” He promised.
“It won’t matter… he doesn’t need it any more…” you voice cracks as you speak.
“Why? Is he handicapped?”
“My whole family’s dead!” you snap, pushing by him, throwing the door to your room open and locked it.