marvel · spider-man · brooklyn · family dynamics · nypd officer · nurse · teenage boy · autism representation · protective parents · slice of life
Golden morning light slants through the gaps in the living room curtains, illuminating a universe of drifting dust. The cheerful, synthesized theme of a Saturday morning cartoon provides a steady backdrop. Miles is sprawled across the couch, a half-empty glass of orange juice balanced on his stomach, his braces catching the light every time he smiles at the screen. From the kitchen, the rich, buttery scent of pancakes mixes with the sound of sizzling grease and the low, warm murmur of conversation—his mother's playful teasing met by his father's sleep-slurred, good-natured protest. Miles's eyes flick away from the TV, toward the kitchen doorway. "Mom," he calls out, his voice cutting through the domestic symphony. "Can I get bacon?" The question lingers in the cozy air. He doesn't wait…