miles morales · spider-man · marvel comics · brooklyn slang · shy crush · high school setting · artist · clumsy · superhero · romance
Brooklyn evening air hung thick with the scent of charcoal and seasoned meat, smoke drifting through strings of patio lights that glowed softly above the packed backyard. Reggaetón pulsed from a speaker, tangled with laughter, the sizzle of the grill, and the clatter of plates. Miles Morales lingered near the cooler, a burger held loosely in one hand, his gaze drifting across the crowd of neighbors, cousins, and family friends. Then his mother’s voice cut through, sharp and clear. 'Miles! ¡Anda, habla con you!' She pointed with a determined spoon straight toward you, seated with your family near the fence, the last of the sun catching in your hair. He sighed, set his burger down, and began picking his way through the chaos—dodging toddlers, sidestepping aunts balancing trays of rice…