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Miles has had a year to think about how he'd tell his parents he's Spiderman.
Scenario one, just after Sunday dinner. He says it casually as he walks out the door back to Visions. His freshly dried spider suit tossed over his shoulder. His Mami chuckles at his antics, his dad rolls his eyes and ruffles Miles hair in a tease.
Scenario two, it's much more dramatic. They are all back from their Friday night shifts. His parents sit at the kitchen table, he makes them hot chocolate, then finally takes his coat off. He does a little hop and sticks to the ceiling with one hand. Mami weeps, dad yells, he lives at Visions until he's 18 then on his way to Princeton in Jersey.
Scenario three, in costume he swoops in and saves a parent during a crisis. They realize he's more than just their baby, he's a hero that loves them and the city and will be great.
But right now, as he grips the rim of the toilet and winces when it crumbles to ceramic dust in his super powered hand. He heaves and wheezes into it, and then pops another title off the floor with a sticky hand in stress. This was not on the Spiderman reveal bingo card.
He's half-sitting in Mami's lap like he's 3 again and his dad crouches in front of him washing his face with a cold washcloth like he still gets car sick. He's in no sort of hero form! He's shivering in damp pajamas with hurtful chills, itchy like crazy, eyes nearly swollen shut, and his head is achy with fever as he's forced to purge anything still in his stomach from the day.
Let's back this up.
It starts with a care package from his Great Aunt Kandie. The retired down south chef was currently on the European leg of her 8 month long food world tour. For the last 2 months she has been shipping back some sort of food related treats back to her favorite (only) nephew and family. The first one was stuffed with treats, snacks, spices and drinks from South America and the Caribbean. Miles was still salty about how quickly his parents had gobbled it up within a week and a half. He'd only got a few handfuls of the treats, he was so upset he made sure to email the older woman about it. The super powered teen was smug as his father was scolded over the phone by his auntie. Aunt Kandie promptly promised a special treat box for Miles Only next go around.
So last week when two medium sized boxes arrive just as winter break hits Miles is ecstatic. One box is filled with spices, soup kits, dried meats, flavored honey, teas, snacks and recipe cards. The other marked Miles Only, No Jefferson is filled to the brim with salty, sweet, and savory snacks covered in French, German, English and even Indian writing. The sight of it sends Miles and Jeff into a rough housing act as his father tries to snatch some for his own box. Rio laughs and tries to scold the two but promptly ends up squeezed between them as they all collapse on the sofa in laughing tears.
It is nice, between school, the dorms, and spidermaning for the past year. Miles greatly missed the casual goofiness of his parents. He missed the movie nights and card games and joking around. Even then, when the world outside was no issue, spiderman still affected this time. His super strength automatically adjusted to the weight of both parents as they all twisted around and for a second Miles just straight up lifted both of them in the air full of giggles. His Spidey sense screamed and Miles quickly placed on an act and let them all drop to the couch before his parents realized.
As his Mami wraps her arms around his shoulders so she could trap him in order to smack his cheeks with kisses Miles swallows at the fact that holding both his parents felt like the weight of a heavy blanket to him. Before he can ponder more about it, Jeff is pulling them up off the sofa as Rio talks about the chicken soup she's going to make from the box. Miles sits at the dining table as he looks over the stuff in his box, making sure to loudly list off the different types of savory treats given to him to make his father jealous.
He gets to the bottom of the box and notes a smaller cellophane bag filled to the brim with hand pulled taffy, vibrate hard candies and chocolate bon bons. His nose wrinkles at the harsh sweet smells that puff from the bag, but powers on, the travel of the confections must have stored it. A photo of Aunt Kandie pulling taffy with a circle of confections around her and a little note card attached to the top.
Custom candies made with lovie for Auntie's favorite M&M. Love you chocolate drop, Aunt Kandie ❤️
Miles sticks his tongue out at his dad as he shakes the bag. He smacks his tongue against his teeth, practically tasting the candy from the air. He dulls his super-powered senses to it.
"Candies from Aunt Kandie!" He brags as he ruffles through the bag and pulls out one of each until he has three sets of each candy in the bag and hands them to each parent. They enjoy the candy as his mom rattles off the recipe cards.
The taffy is tangy and sweet with a mix of citrus and lavender. The bon bon is filled with a peppermint paste like a fancy Yorkie and Miles has to suck on the butterscotch and cinnamon mixed hard candy for a while. Moving to help prepare for dinner and chat with his mother while doing so.
After dinner, nearly 7, once again Miles is quite happy and content to be between Rio and Jeff. Miles shares the candies with his parents until everything by the taffy is gone. Independence Day plays on the TV, Rio and Jeff going back and forth on how they'd respond to an alien invasion in NYC. Miles tries to throw in some of his "observation" on how spiderman would react, but his brain is foggy and starting to ache. He scratches at his neck for a minute, closing his eyes to the bright screen as the scientist of Area 61 were dissecting the alien.
Even then, thanks to his enhanced sight, the light was blinding against his eyelids. He smushes his face into his mother’s shoulder instead and sighs as she lightly scratches his head, right behind his ears. It calms the itching sensation on his neck and he lets himself get pulled into the limbo of sleep and awareness.
10 minutes later he’s being slightly jolted. He can tell it’s his father that is holding his hands still against his stomach. Rio is grasping his face, gently but insistently calling his name. Miles cracks his eyes open and moans as the bright light of the side lamps drive spikes into his eyes.
“The lights…” he slurs for a moment before blinking hard and focusing on the view of his mother and her concerned pout. He smacks his lips a few times, frowning at the tingling itch of his lips and tongue. He itches his throat with a grunt.
“Miles! Papa, you have a fever coming on.” she says softly, her son tug at her heartstrings with how he melts into her touch, it’s like he is little again.
“Oh.” Miles mumbles before whining as Jeff refuses to let his hands go so he can scratch at his chest.
“Is this chickenpox?” Jeff speculates as he sees the raised bumps and reddishness added to Miles’ brown skin. Rio scoffs.
“That disease is eradicated Jeff. I think these are allergy hives. But… we all ate the same thing. He’s not allergic to our detergent or anything.”
“Wannagotabed.” Miles slurs out suddenly and both parents go wide eyed as he suddenly stands. He sways listlessly to the left and Jeff is quick to right him, putting one of Miles arms over his shoulder and they stagger to Miles’ room as Rio gets the thermometer and few other supplies.
Miles groans and itches at his arms once Jeff sits him on the bed.
“You gotta stop scratching son, you nearly cut into your neck earlier.” Jeff instructs him before helping Miles peel out of his hoodie.
“Woah.” Jeff whispers, Miles' undershirt is practically wet with sweat and the hives are even more obvious and painful looking. Miles braces back on his hands as vertigo wrecks his ability to sit on his own. He only lasts a few woozy seconds before his sway forwards and his face plants on his father's torso.
He weakly hugs around his father's waist as Jeff hugs him back to keep him upright. Miles buries his face into Jeff’s sweatshirt to block out the stabbing light of his lamp and the streetlight outside his window.
His Spidey sense keeps him in a hurtful hyper focused haze. Every sound from heart beats, footsteps above them to bugs crawling on the brick outside are screamed into his ears. The warm cotton of his Father's sweatshirt is the only nice texture on Miles' skin as he melts from his fever. Jeff rubs a firm circle into his son's back and Miles tries to focus solely on that instead of the pain-induced nausea filling his person.
“Rio, baby! Miles has chickenpox, we gotta call the CDC or something!” Jeff insists. Rio rolls her eyes with a kiss of her teeth. She enters the room and pouts at the pitiful state of her son.
“No, please.” Miles whimpers when she carefully turns his head so he faces her. She gets close in order to keep the light out of his face before gently running the thermometer over Miles' forehead. She tsk at the reading, 101 F°.
Miles grunts in relief as she runs a cool washcloth over the hives on his shoulder.
“These are allergy hives Jeff, look at where they are focused at. Ay bendito! Remember how sensitive his skin was when he was a baby?” Rio remarks and Jeff nods.
“Thinking he needs oatmeal baths again?”
“Yeah, but after we get this fever controlled and figure out what's triggered this. What else is wrong mijo? Hives, a fever, you're frail.” She lists off and Miles groans.
“Loud ma.” Miles mumbles through a sour swallow. Jeff and Rio glance at each other. Rio was very soft spoken in this moment.
“Loud?” She whispers this time and the flinch Miles gives breaks her heart.
“...Todo es mucho… voy a…” Miles mumbles after a bit, finally opening his eyes and Rio gasps at how red, sick, and swollen they had become.
“Oh Miles, ¿qué te tiene tan enfermo mi amor? Jeff lay him down while I get some Benadryl.” She instructs in a whisper and Miles moans. He didn't want to lay down, that meant the cold world around him swirling when he could stay right here pressed warmly to his papa.
Jeff tries to maneuver the two, to get Miles laid down, but pauses as Miles hands and arms refuses to let go of his middle.
“Miles, son, you gotta let me go baby.” Jeff comforts softly, running a hand over Miles curls. Jeff yelps as Miles tightens his grip instead and Jeff feels like he was just placed in a vice. The noise startles all of them and Miles goes slack and lets go, except…his hands stick to his father's shirt. Jeff staggers forward and has to brace his hands on the wall above the bed so he doesn't crush Miles as the boys start to blink around with lost glass eyes.
Jeff regains his balance and starts trying to peel Miles hands off but frowns at the supernatural way his son is both slack but firmly stuck to him. Rio joins in, using her whole strength to try and pull Miles' hands off Jeff's shirt. She gets Miles' left hand off but at the cost of Jeff's shirt being ripped off, the tatters sticking to Miles' hand.
They all go quiet and confused at the sight. Miles blinks blearly at the blue fabric remains on his hand, he shakes his hand a little before the memory of sticking to a fluorescent light fills his mind.
“Just gotta relax.” Miles mutters to himself and starts to softly hum Sunflower to himself. He pulls his loose hand to his chest and re-pillows his forehead to Jefferson's middle. The torn section falls from his hand but his right hand is still firmly stuck to Jeff.
“Uh Miles…son, you gotta let go of me.”
“Yeah Mijo, you have to let go of dad. Won't it be nice to lay down and sleep for a bit?” Rio coos, strictly using just her nails to scratch over the curls at his temples. She places the cool washcloth over the back of his neck and he groans in relief.
She continues to coo at him with promises of how nice letting go of his father and laying down under a comforter will be. How nice it would be to take some medication so he wouldn't feel so bad. All he had to do was let go.
“Wannagotabed.” He slurs finally after 5 minutes of this and Rio has to surge forward to make sure Miles doesn't bang his head on the wall when his right arm lets go. Rio is quick to lay down Miles' top half and Jeff swings the teens legs into bed. Miles curls up, hand cradling his tender middle, lightly scratching at his hip. He whines as Rio shoves gloves over his hands to prevent him from aggravating the areas he’s already itched raw and to prevent…whatever that weird sticky thing was.
Rio is able to further coax Relieve and Benadryl into him with a few sips of water before he mumbles and groans himself to a fitful sleep. The two parents carefully back out the room, leaving his door half opened
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He's barely asleep for two hours when Miles gags then screams, sending both parents scrambling from their bedroom to his. Rio barely finches as her foot steps into vomit, her medical mind marking it down as a sign that this has to be an allergic reaction to something he ate. Miles is still half sleep babbling between Spanish and English as he fights his covers off, still yelling. He's drenched in sweat and smoldering with a higher fever.
“No, no, no! Please don't die Uncle Aaron, please!”
Miles presses clumsy hands over a pillow like he's trying to hold pressure on a wound. Jeff swallows, then flinches, before he helps Miles out the covers and grasp one of his hands.
“Miles, son. You're not where you think you are right now. You're sick is all.” Jeff says carefully. Miles wraps himself around his father's middle again, Jeff breathes deeply and tries to encourage Miles to do the same.
“His heart is racing, Riri.” Jeff whispers, wincing as Miles once again holds him supernaturally tight, Miles pops a knot out of his back even. Rio gets In front of him and feels how warm and swollen her son's neck has gotten, “Miles, take a deep breath baby, please.” Rio instructs, she bites her lips as he barely does as such. A light wheezing added to his feverish rambles.
“I'm getting an epi pen from my kit.” She says. Jeff nods then has to scramble to stop Miles hands scratching through the skin over his stomach.
“Hurts. Duele mucho! Duel-” Miles trails off into a coughing fit. Jeff sits Miles up full before leaning him forward so he could breath.
“I know, I know. You have to try and breath Miles. You got it, you're okay. Rio!”
In a second Rio is back and Miles flinches hard as she stabs the pen into his thigh. Rio yelps, narrowing jumping back in time as Miles hands flails out and smacks a large hole into the wall on reflex. A light smell of ozone fills the room as the teen sends a weak venom strike pulse through the wall.
The plaster further cracks, then smolders, as wood crumbles away you can see into the living room from it. The two parents watch in horror as all the electronics freak out. The lights strobe for a few terrifying seconds before flickering out. The breaker switch shutting off loudly in the utility closet across the hall.
Miles calms for a moment as well in the darkness, the streetlight from the window is the only thing lighting the room. The teen slowly sets up, his whole body heaving as he can finally breathe. His eyes are incredibly glassy and red as he blinks hard at his father with a lost expression. Jeff's hands hover over uselessly around Miles’s shoulder in shock from the near familiar display of power he just witnessed.
“Miles? Ar- You gotta get out of here Officer Morales. Scorpion’s gonna hurt you. I'll distract him." Miles says firmly in his fake deep voice used solely for Spiderman talking to cops’ purposes. The serious and strong tone is completely opposite of how intensely sick and pitiful Miles looks.
Jeff stares wide eyed at Rio, who has her hand over her mouth in shock as well. Jeff takes a deep breath, he can deal with Spiderman later, right now he needs to help his son. He finally sets his hands on Miles shoulders.
“Mil-”
“Go! Go hurry, please. I-I can't lose noone else.”
Jeff grunts as Miles shoves him off the bed, then leaps himself. Rio shrieks as her son has now propelled himself onto the ceiling on all fours. A place where he starts to frantically and woozily crawl around on, shouting at his hallucinations of Scorpion.
Like Spiderman, because her damn son is Spiderman.
“Ay, bendito! Ay, bendito! Mi hijo es-”
“Rio, you gotta stop screaming, it's freaking him out more!” Jeff commands, shaking his wife's shoulders. Rio shakes her head, wobbly on her feet and Jeff makes her sit down on the sweat soaked bed before refocusing on the boy on the ceiling.
Jeff grabs a chair and climbs on it so there is just a foot between him and his son.
“Miles! Miles! Spiderman, focus.” Jeff calls to him, Miles is panting frantically but pauses, Jeff holds his son's face. There still isn't any indication that Miles is coherent.
“Superhero or not, you're really sick right now and need some help.” Jeff says as he pushes down his panic at Miles swaying, fearing jolting him will cause him to fall.
Fall from the ceiling he's stuck to, because he's Spiderman and can do that. Oh my God, his son is Spiderman.
“Sick?”
“Yeah, you're sick baby! Don't you feel bad? You're itchy, and probably nauseous, and hot. Right?”
Miles pauses at the words, swallowing thickly and looking around like he is trying to process the world around him.
“Yeah.. yeah I guess …guessIdontfeelgood.” Miles pants. Jeff nods as he gets his hands under Miles' armpits.
“Yeah, you're sick, Spidey. Let get off the ceiling and-uhm…Medic?” Jeff asks down at Rio who has pulled herself out of shock. She stands back up, nodding to herself as she marches to the bathroom across the hall.
“Bath. We gotta treat this fever quickly before he does something with his powers again.”
“Yeah so, Spiderman. We're going to take you to the bathroom.”
Miles huffs a laugh, why would these random civilians take him to the bathroom?
“You gotta let the other responders know that Officer Morales is down in the subway. He was with some people that were injured.”
“I will, but you have to come on.” Jeff placates. Relief fills him as his son slips off the ceiling and into his arms.
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Miles comes back to himself in hazy moments.
His mother's face blurring with the ceiling tiles as Jeff mumbles about … spider biology??? That moment doesn't stick for long as his mother sprays luke-warm water over his head.
Miles blinks.
His head thuds back and he hums as it ends up resting on a familiar board shoulder. He sticks his hand out and hums to see he was still in a bathtub. Coolish water falling from the shower over both him and his dad. He groggily watches his Mami bandage the raw and scratched skin Miles had managed to claw at. Miles was thankful his skin wasn't as on fire as it was earlier, just mildly itchy. He mumbles out a thanks as he mom then rubs the unbandaged skin with oatmeal lotion.
Miles blinks, his head is heavy, eyes and ears throbbing, but he's clear headed. Especially clear head enough to scramble from his father’s grip in the tub to slump over the toilet and lose more of his dinner. The bathroom floor and his mother's pajamas are soaked in his effort to not vomit on himself again, but hey, he made it in time. (Ignoring how damn gross his hand felt.)
He shivers in his wet clothes when he has a pause in throwing up and sways back into his Mami's front. She comforts him in Spanish as she arranges him in her lap, blush burns under his brown at her babying, but Ay bendito, it is nice. Miles flinches through shallow wheezes as Rio runs the thermometer across his forehead. He swallows nervously at her concerned hum, “It has stalled at 99.5 it seems, but he's coherent so it may be fine. Hola Mijo, are you with us?” Rio says addressing Jeff first before Miles.
Miles gives a slow nod and hiccup but is able to ride that nausea wave off for now. It doesn't stop him from curling up around his stomach and burying his face on her shoulder. Jeff sloshes to a stand in the bathtub, wringing out his shorts as best as he can to avoid further flooding the floor. He steps out and Miles sighs as Jeff turns out the big light in the bathroom. Istead leaving the hall light on so it softly spills light into the bathroom.
“¿Que esta mal conmigo?” Miles mutters after a few moments and Rio hums as she rubs his back.
“You had a severe allergic reaction, papa.”
“Allergic? When I get allergies?”
“Probably when you got exposed to whatever made you Spiderman.” a dry Jeff says softly as he comes back and kneels on the floor next to his wife and son. Miles flinches hard at the revelation, he gives his dad a hurt and panicked look. Before Jefferson can say anything more Miles shoots forward, gripping the toilet rim and heaving.
“¡Tienes que explicar las cosas con delicadeza, Jeff!”
“I didn't mean to make him puke Rio!”
“He didn't get to come out on his own accord, of course he puked!”
“Please don't call it that.” Miles groans. He goes to rub his face and flinches as one of the bathroom tiles jerk up from the floor with his hand.
“Now he's panicking and sticky again!”
“Mami, por favor!” Miles says. He leans his head up, praying for the rolling in his stomach to stop and for time to rewind so he could avoid whatever sparked this revelation. He’s only able to will his powers to deactivate and the tile drops back to the floor. Miles whimpers as his dad guides him to sit back against his mom again. He gives Jeff a cautious look that fades into relief as Jeff cleans his face with a cool cloth.
The family is quiet for the next 15 minutes, focused on drying Miles (and Rio and the bathroom floor) before changing him into dry pajamas and getting him back to bed. Miles refuses to look his parents in the eye as he's bundled into one of Jeff’s college hoodies and joggers. Miles is surprised when Rio shakes four doses of Benadryl into his hand. She guides him to take some with plain green tea.
“We found the journal with notes about your powers. If your theory on your metabolism is right, you'll need a higher dosage to keep up with your symptoms until everything gets out of your system.” Rio explains. Miles hums. He takes the medicine and tea before curling back into bed. She frets for the next few moments, tucking the blankets around him.
“What do you mean by everything?” The teen asks in a croak and Jeff pulls out his phone.
“We looked it up, it was the candy from Auntie Kandie. We are sure if you had eaten the ingredients by themselves in small doses you'd be fine. But Miles, you managed to eat almost everything that is somewhat poisonous to spiders besides insecticide itself. It said it's usually the smell that deters spiders, your mom thinks that may have developed into allergic reactions for you since you're human.” Jeff explains. Miles lets his achy head thump to the pillow.
“That explains why it smelt so strong to me when I opened the box. And uhm… the taffy irritated my throat some that's why I let you guys eat more of it.” Miles mumbles, his metabolism speeding through the Benadryl is sending him to sleep.
“I…I- uhm… I didn't want you guys to find out like this. I swear I was gon-”
“ Hush now, Mijo. It's okay for now. We are more worried about your health. Rest and feel better, we can talk later.” Rio says softly and Miles blinks out a few tears that she quickly wipes away. Jeff rubs his back until snores replace his son's tears.
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It was a late morning for the Morales household the next day. Both parents have called off from work, everybody in the house has woken up late and are still tired. Miles from dealing with the lingering itching, soreness, and nausea. Rio and Jeff from tag teaming taking care and watching over him all night.
Miles picks at his plain toast and eggs, Jeff sits at his side rubbing his shoulder as Rio pours them some coffee and Miles a hot coco. She finally sits down on Miles' other side and takes his hand. The teen’s breath hitches, he breaths deep through the unease of this.
“So…uhm… I'm Spiderman. I picked up the mantle about two days after Peter Parker died. It was me who fought Kingpin last year.” Miles confesses. He swallows as his dad's hand pauses, then grips his shoulder. Miles can tell Jeff is trying to be reassuring but that reaction was actually a realization of fear.
Jeff watched that whole fight. He's watched Miles weaken, watched him be beaten, watched him almost lose.
But he watched him win too. Watched him do the impossible with amazing powers.
Rio nods after a moment.
“How did this happen papa? Was it at school or something?” Rio asks. Miles cringes and takes a moment to sip at his mug.
“... Dad… don't be mad at him,” Miles starts, “ Uncle Aaron took me to this abandoned subway station to throw up art without getting caught. It was an underground connection to Kingpin’s collider lab. A radioactive spider came from it and bit me. The powers came like overnight and I went back to see what caused them and then I found Peter Parker having this huge fight. Our spider senses recognized each other. He promised he'd help me with all this,” Miles raises his hand, with a flex he makes weak venom strike spark in it.
“Now that I think about it, there are some things about my powers we would have had to find out together, but… he was…”
Miles' chest started to heave, his heart jumping frantically as the panic of the memories filled his body.
Killed, Spiderman was killed. No matter how many times May has reassured him and the echoes of Peter B and Gwen linger in his ears. Miles knew it was some of his fault.
“And then…Uncle Aaron- enough son.” Jeff interrupts him gently, hugging him to his chest in comfort and Miles clutches back to him. Rio rubs his back and shushes him gently.
“It's my fault he's dead.” Miles sobs into the cotton of Jeff's shirt.
“No baby, Peter Parker chose to be a superhero. He chose the sacrifice to make sure you were safe and probably the whole city.” Rio reassures and Miles gives a little shake of his head.
“Not…not just him… he, Prowler hesitated- he… Uncle Aaron hesitated because of me. Because I was the new Spiderman and Kingpin sh-” Miles is muffled again by Jeff forcing his head into his shoulder and hugging him tighter.
“No. Oh, no no no, baby. Miles.” Jeff carefully pulls back and holds his son's face so he looks at him. Both of their eyes were full of tears.
“Never blame yourself for that. Aaron… that was his choice to re… to be a villain. To be a henchman to Kingpin. It was also his choice to spare you, to want you safe. He'd never want you to blame yourself for his poor decisions, or that he laid down his life for you. You're worth that Miles, you're worth any of us laying down our lives for you” Jeff carefully tells him.
“I don't want that though! I don't want any of you dead, I didn't want Uncle Aaron to get shot.”
“We know mi vida, what àpa means is that you are so precious to us, to this whole family, that we'd do anything for you. Kill, die, work to the bone, live, we love you so much. We'd do that and more in a heartbeat. That love for you is what Aaron did to make sure you were protected. That..that's while this whole spiderman thing is scary.” Rio explains. Miles turns to her, breathing deep as she now cups his face.
“I'm sorry to worry you, but I can't stop being Spiderman, Mami. I… I just have to be, I have all these powers now and.. I picked this Mantle, I fought for it. I can't run away from the responsibilities.” Miles croaks. He sighs as Rio kisses his forehead before resting it against hers.
“I know, I get it baby, me and your father are emergency responders. But, I've seen the hits you've taken, the danger you've put yourself in.”
“But, I got these powers! I have to do something with them, especially when I'm the only one who can handle these super villains.” Miles argues. He's hushed by the stern look Rio gives him.
We are your parents, if there is one thing in the world we will do, it is worry about you. If I had it my way, I'd put you right back in my belly. So you'd always be safe and sound.” Rio tells him, some lightness coming back to her tone.
“I'd second that.” Jeff backs her up and Miles gives a small chuckle.
“I can pick up a building ya know?” Miles offers, Rio shrugs.
“Still my baby.”
“I've wrapped up bank robbers and knocked out Scorpion.”
“Mi querido niño.”
“I knocked out the power for a whole city block!”
“Semantics Miles, you cuddled me so hard my shirt fell apart last night.” Jeff teases. Miles groans, hugs into his mother to try and escape the joking tone of his father. He melts as Jeff joins the hug, the three just sit like that for a few minutes.
“Three months.” Rio says. Miles groans.
“Three!?”
“I can make it four! Spiderman or not, you lied to us. So, punishment, you're grounded.”
Miles looks helplessly at Jeff who shakes his head, “You heard your mother. Miles Morales is grounded while Spiderman is getting some rules and regulations.”
“Rules and reg-”
“You will check in every two to three hours when you are out swinging around. Call, text, swing over your father's patrol car. Anyway you can, you must let us know what's going on.”
“Dad? You guys ca-”
“When you are finished capturing a perp, you call me first. Also, you will eat at least one re-charge meal with me when we are both out on patrol.”
“¡Ay bendito! You two-”
“You will never lie about an injury. Some bruises and scrapes are fine, but if something is broken or sprained or Lord Forbid you get a concussion, you will come home to heal. No arguments on that, Mijo. And another thing-”
Miles listens are his parents rattles out rules and other questions of concern. It irks him some, like c
ome on he's been Spiderman for almost a whole year. He knew how to handle it for the most part!
However, he still feels poorly from last night sickness and the comfort of being squished between the two, Miles would rather have this lecturing embrace more than any other thing in the world.