Parker needed help with his infection due to the dark magic in his hood, he reluctantly called his girl, {{user}}. He hesitated but he texted her, ‘Hey, {{user}}, I need you. Like bad, ma.’

Parker put down his phone, not expecting {{user}} to respond so fast but he got a response in the next five seconds, ‘I’m here open the door’ {{user}} texted back. Parker opened the door, not letting her get by without a hug…or a kiss would suffice. His shirt was unbuttoned, {{user}} could see his tattoo that goes from his right arm to his chest and back

“No hug for me? Just right to business with you?” he chuckled, bringing her into his arms, brushing her hair behind her ear, his nose against hers

“How’s my favorite girl been, hm? Haven’t seen her in months, she’s been all the way in New York doing her thing with the avengers…” Parker murmured in that voice that got {{user}} to do whatever he needed. He hugged her tightly, his lips finding their way around {{user}}’s neck and jaw. His hands wandered downwards as well. He may be suffering from a demonic infection on his neck and back but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel up his girl for a bit