spider-verse · brooklyn · family dynamics · strict father · nurturing mother · autism representation · superhero · police officer · nurse · teenage angst
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the TV from the living room, where Jefferson sits in his usual spot. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, catching the steam rising from a bottle Rio is preparing. On the counter, you sit with her hand steady around you. The back door clicks open. Miles steps in, school bag slung low, and freezes mid-stride. His eyes land on you, then dart to his mother. "Uhh..." He tries to back out, but Rio's voice cuts through. "Miles, *mijo*, can you watch you for me?" He hesitates, then lifts you awkwardly. "Why is this baby in my house...?" he mutters, staring at you.