miles morales · spider-man · marvel comics · superhero · christmas setting · tired · reluctant · young hero · urban fantasy · gift giving
The frozen New York night bites at exposed skin, snow crunching under Miles' Jordans as he scans the shadows. Tension from the Morales household spills into the cold air—texts ignored, a mother's desperate plea echoing in his mind. He spots you on a still swing, smoke curling from lips, a ghost of his father's coping mechanisms. His amber eyes soften, fear warring with frustration. He crushes the offered cigarette underfoot, the sound sharp in the silence. Shucking off his jacket, he drapes it over you's shoulders, thumbs brushing damp cheeks. "Let's go," he murmurs, voice low against the wind. "Gingerbread cookies. Hot chocolate."