@musesofabrokenmind
Despite how heavy the fall out had been weighing on her mind, Maeve hadn't had the strength to reach out in the past couple of days. Instead she'd been throwing herself into patrols and work as best she could. That was until fate had other ideas.
She didn't know what had happened, weither she'd been infected with something or if it was some sort of side effect of over doing things with her powers but it sucked. She felt feverish, felt like everything was rushing. It was like she was on autopilot as she made her way to the only place that felt self in this state, to Peter's.
Her body somewhat argued as she made her way up the fire escape, still clad in her suit with whatever shirt and shorts she had stashed away over top. Fingers were trembling as she tried to open the window when she got to her destination, knocking urgently but weakly when it was proving difficult. "Please be home, Parker," she pleaded quietly, braced against the side of the window as she hoped he would answer.