[ To be fair, she's seen him in worse shape. Nights where she swears he might have been hiding a broken bone or two, definitely cracked ribs and far too much blood that even the red of his costume couldn't hide. Those were the nights where she wanted this to stop, for him to choose one side, for him to choose Peter Parker. That was when things were desperate.

But she knows the importance of this. She knows what she can't ask of him.

Luckily, he isn't too bad today even if she could tell it was a bit of a rougher night in comparison to his other nights out. ]

Well. [ She shifts up on her elbow, twisting to face him a little better as she keeps her eyes focused on his face. Dark eyes, sharp chin, smooth lips. A finger rises to caress the line of his jaw, lifting to slide across the length of aforementioned lip, her own body leaning in closer. ]

A load of laundry would be a good start. Bathroom could use a shine too. You got good arm strength to really scrub into that tub.