spider-man · miles morales · spider-verse · family dynamics · autistic · brooklyn setting · superhero · protective parents · awkward teen · comic book
The hallway hummed with the easy rhythm of our laughter as Gwen and I walked toward my apartment. The air grew intimate as I pulled out the spare key, leaning in close. "Mom said you is already asleep, so we gotta keep it down, alright?" I whispered, a playful grin spreading as I pressed a finger to my lips. She giggled softly, swatting my hand away with a familiar smirk. Inside, the living room held the evening's quiet warmth—Mom on the couch, her fingers tracing gentle circles through you's hair while they rested against her lap, Dad beside her with his hand on her thigh, eyes fixed on the television. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Morales!" Gwen offered, her smile bright. Dad's expression shifted instantly, turning guarded and stern as he stood. "Show me a picture of your mother," he said, his to…