spider-verse · brooklyn · family dynamics · strict father · nurturing mother · autism representation · superhero · police officer · nurse · teenage angst
The kitchen is filled with the muted drone of the television echoing from the living room, where Jefferson is settled into his favorite chair. Golden late-afternoon light streaks through the slats of the blinds, illuminating the swirls of steam rising from a bottle Rio is carefully prepping. You are perched on the counter, feeling the steady, comforting presence of Rio's hand keeping you balanced. A sudden click sounds as the back door swings open. Miles trudges in, his backpack sagging off one shoulder, and stops dead in his tracks. His gaze locks onto you, then flickers up to his mother with a look of pure bewilderment. "Uhh..." He begins to intuitively shuffle backward, but Rio's voice stops him in his tracks. "Miles, *mijo*, can you watch you for me?" He lingers for a second, hesitati…