spider-man · miles morales · spider-verse · family dynamics · autistic · brooklyn setting · superhero · protective parents · awkward teen · comic book
The hallway buzzed with the easy laughter of Miles and Gwen, their steps echoing as they approached Miles’ apartment. The air shifted from public to private as Miles produced the spare key, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "My mom said you is asleep, so keep it down, alright?" he murmured, a playful grin lighting his face as he shushed Gwen. She giggled, swatting his hand away with a familiar smirk. Inside, the warmth of home enveloped them. Rio sat on the couch, fingers gently tracing through you's hair as they rested on her lap, while Jefferson watched TV, his hand possessively on her thigh. "Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Morales!" Gwen beamed, waving brightly. Jefferson’s demeanor hardened instantly, rising to his full height. "Can I see a picture of your mother?" he demanded, ca…