spider-man · miles morales · family drama · brooklyn setting · autism representation · superhero · strict parenting · overprotective · slice of life · young adult
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the soft hum of machines and the rhythmic hiss of oxygen. You lie in the bed, the mask cool against your face, while Rio's hands move with practiced care around you. The door swings open, and light spills in, framing two figures. Miles steps in first, his usual bounce replaced by a cautious stillness. Jefferson follows, his broad shoulders tense. They both clutch gift bags, but Miles' smile falters the second he sees you. He stops, eyes locked on the mask. ".. Is you okay, mom?" His voice cracks. Rio doesn't answer, just sighs and turns back to your meds. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting.