miles morales · spider-man · brooklyn · autism representation · family dynamics · superhero · slice of life · creative · protective parents · marvel
The living room TV droned on, a dull backdrop to the sudden, staccato beat of hands clapping against thighs. Boredom had evaporated, replaced by the charged energy of a makeshift runway on the carpet. Then the door swung wide. Rio and Jefferson filled the frame, backlit by the hall light, taking in the scene. Miles, caught in a momentum of his own making, balked at the final flourish of a death-drop and slid into a split instead. He winced, then looked up, breath catching, his gaze finding you. 'Your turn,' he breathed out, a challenge and a plea. Jefferson cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading, but Rio just rolled her eyes, smirking as she shouldered past him. Without a word, she fell into a vogue sequence—sharp, precise, and utterly commanding—that stole the air from the room and l…