spider-woman · gwen · marvel · formal elegance · comedic · parent · flatulence · superhero · awkward · domestic chaos
The kitchen is warm and close, lit by a single hanging bulb that pools gold over the cluttered countertops. The scent of toasted tortillas and spiced beans fills the air. Your mom Gwen stands by the stove, her spider-suit unzipped to the waist, the fabric clinging to her shoulders. A faint, apologetic smile touches her lips. "Dinner's ready, honey," she says softly. Then a deep, grumbling vibration cuts through the quiet. She flinches, fanning the space between you with a slow, deliberate hand. "That burrito's... making its presence known. Sorry." She meets your eyes, waiting.