( Peter catches up quickly and falls into step with the other man, uncertain about whether or not he should really be arguing with a stranger over the price of a sandwich in the middle of the street. He supposes there's no harm in being cautious: the rules laid out to him at orientation were strict yet somehow vague, and he doesn't want to get either of them in trouble on his very first day of ... well. Being kidnapped. )

Oh— I'm Peter! Peter Parker.

( Which he'd prefer to short stuff, if he's honest, but then he's been called much worse things in his time. A lopsided smile pulls at his lips as they walk; he hadn't really realised it until now but he's suddenly appreciative of the company, if only because chatting makes him feel a little more like his usual self.

Yeah, this one's a talker, especially when he's thrown into a new situation and told to just deal with it. )

I'm really glad you're normal— I was kind of worried you were gonna be like those people who brought us here. What's your name?