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3 sheeps chilling at the farm

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"'Cause I just want to be stupid Give me that one shot, two shot, blood clot 'Cause in my mind I can't stop, won't stop."

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YUNGBLUD - Lowlife

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"Agent Rose seems to be most common. May have to share the first spot with 'dumbass' though." Riley jokes, watching as Peter carefully begins to sit up. Which.. absolutely looks like it takes him a whole lot of effort. A bunch more than it should have. "Easy there." A hand moves to his back to help steady him, already feeling something wet touch his skin. Blood, he guesses.

"I know you don't have ammo.. you said the guy had a water gun and started crying so.. extra ammo... you know what - never mind let me check you over." He waves the comment away before he can give himself a chance to start rambling again. The two of them would never stop talking and spidey would be bleeding out before Riley even manages to glance at any of his injuries.

"Throwing up isn't good, no." If he's hurt bad enough where moving makes him sick - Riley's sure it's not just the blood and the bruises. Some broken bones probably, blood loss doesn't help though.

"Not gonna lie to ya, it's not exactly good. But - you're in luck today." He reaches for his duffle bag, opening it. There's more ammunition in it, a pair of binoculars, a flashlight, a knife, a bottle of water and --- last but not least, some first aid supplies. It's not a full kit but it will do for now. "I've got water." He says, handing the bottle over first. "Drink it, lie down and I'll take care of that gash in your side and your leg first.."

"....I'm really sorry if I interrupted your secret spy stuff Mr. Rose...should I be calling you Mr. Rose or Agent Rose? I feel like I should know that." Peter said, rolling onto his side with a wince and a groan before slowly propping himself up enough that he could sit up. Moving was terrible, he really liked laying better, but Riley had been really insistant on checking any injuries he'd had before too. Peter really didn't feel up for arguing a lot, "Water sounds great, yeah. That sounds really, really great, I'm so thirsty right now."

He reached up and pushed his mask out of the way of his mouth as he breathed in and out before shaking his head, "No, the guy was at the lab and the only one there with the weapon, I don't know if others have them too but," he pointed over at his backpack sitting nearby, "it's in there. The place he was hitting seemed like it was doing some kind of research on medicine, I think? I didn't get a good look at it, I was going to try and check into it later." like when he stopped tasting blood, or the world stopped spinning really fast.

"I don't have ammo," he pointed down towards his waist where the extra cartridges were stored, "just the web shooters. And I'm sure Mr. Stark wouldn't be upset if I called him and told him what happened, but I don't want to interrupt him. I already made sure the guy was arrested, and everyone was safe, and no other weapons were around so, I figured it was okay if I waited. Plus, you know, laying down is great right now. I think I kinda feel like throwing up, that's bad, right?"

Oh, right, show the injuries. Peter looked around and down at himself, "...My back hurts? So does my head, and my arms, and my leg, I think I broke some of my ribs on the second wall because there were pipes in it and I definitely broke one of them...and sitting really sucks can I lay down again after the water?" he could feel the burn of cuts on his back and see a good gash in his side, part of his suit down by his leg was worn through some and dark but Peter genuinely had no idea what happened or how to get that. He looked back up at Riley, "....so, how bad is it?"

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"Photography? Another creative soul." He muses as he continues putting his stuff away, at least wanting to keep things a little bit tidy around here. He's heard that most dorms are a mess, but he's not about to start creating one on day one.

"What gave me away?" Riley asks. "I'm from the UK, but I'm a quarter French actually. Hence the fancy last name. Been living in America for a good while. It's nice. Less rain." He snickers, setting a couple of books down on the dresser. "You sound like you're from around here... am I correct?"

After he's done setting most of his stuff down he grabs his guitar to set it on a stand in the corner. A nice spot for it. It was expensive enough, he isn't going to just let it lie around. His pay was decent but it wasn't 'if this expensive guitar breaks I'll get another expensive guitar' decent. He'd rather just take good care of it.

"Might have had a guess about it." could have just been a hobby, but some kind of music class seemed possible at least. Peter let the hand go so that Ryan could start putting his own things away. Or whatever it was he was set on doing, "I'm going for biochemisty as a major," he nodded over to the camera sitting on the small desk at his side of the room, "minor in photography." not exactly a common mix but he liked both. Couldn't just leave one of the passions out in favor of the other.

Of course one he was more interested in actually looking for a full time job in, but Peter would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy both. His brain could use the break once in a while anyways, there was already an application witht he campus paper to help with photos for events. It'd help bring in a little extra side money along with what Jameson gave him at the Bugle. The college equivalent of working on yearbooks.

He got up to shelve the few books he'd brought with him and glanced over, "You from around here or out of state?" the accent was obvious sure but hey, people moved to new countries all the time. Pretty normal thing for New York, Peter wasn't about to start assuming or jumping to conclusions.

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Riley glances at the woman in the bed again. "No.. not exactly." Thankfully not. He may not have seen Amélie since she was only six years old, but he can already tell this isn't her. She looked nothing like this. There was nothing he recognized. And while he has no idea what she looks like now.. Riley likes to think that he would know her when he saw her. Because if he doesn't? That means he may have walked past her already before... that seems impossible. Ever since he heard that she had gone missing he has always looked at faces in crowds almost obsessively, hoping to one day catch a glimpse of those icy blue eyes..

Riley ties the balloon to the foot of the bed and grabs a thumbtack to pin the card to the board before he moves to put the flowers on a table, trying to come up with a reason he'd be here in the meantime, before finally deciding to say it just as it is. "My sister has been missing since she was little... sometimes I hear about a Jane Doe being brought in that fits her description and I kind of just have to go." A sad smile tugs one corner of his lips up. "Every single time that happens I'm not sure if I should be relieved or not when I notice it's not her."

He then tilts his head. "I hope I'm not intruding.. wasn't expecting her to have visitors."

Karen had heard rumors ; rumors about a place that was merciless and brutal, one that turned young women into something different. Merciless and brutal, just like methods that they used for their training. The thought appalled the reporter, though it also stirred her curiosity and that had placed her into that hospital room that night.

It had been on that morning when they had been discussing about interesting scoops at the office when somebody had mentioned about a woman who had been brought disoriented and badly injured to the hospital. She had been willing to give the scoop to somebody else, but then she had heard the woman had acted strange, aggressive and even chanted something odd in her sleep, Karen had insisted on seeing the woman herself instead.

When a male walked into the room, where she sat making her notes and waiting the woman to awaken, she was almost startled by the sudden presence in the otherwise quiet room. Her eyebrow rose slightly, lips parting at words that were yet to come ; they spoke almost exactly at the same time.

" I am sorry, are you family? ", the words rushed out ; though her sources had told her the jane doe had no known connection, but that could have changed. And she never gave a confirmation on what the man had assumed.

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"Peter, alright, I'll be sure to remember that." As if S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't already brief him. But that's fine, Peter doesn't have to know that. Or.. he CAN'T know that.

When Peter says that he laughs. Good to know that he probably won't be bored out of his mind with this job. "Close." He muses. "Music, but I'm sure you know. What's your major?" Riley tilts his head, starting to move his stuff to better spots than the bed. He did have to sleep on that later on after all. Needed to make some space.

He's also aware that not everyone is particularly happy to room with a music student, so the fact Peter responds this way is a good thing. Really. He'd hate to start off bad. Not just because it would make his assignment that much harder, but also because he really didn't feel like being stuck here for so long with someone who hated his guts.

It was hard to believe that he was actually staying on campus this semester. At first, Peter was completely against the idea. For one, he didn't want to leave May by herself all the time but she assured him that she'd be fine, and it wasn't like she was far away either. Second of all, sneaking out for patrols, but then again it was college, and people kept insane schedules all the time. People probably wouldn't think twice about him coming and going at weird hours. Part-time jobs, studying, hypothetical parties that Peter was never going to set foot in. He'd just have to hide on the roof if he was severely bleeding...or something.

Maybe he'd just try for one of those apartment-type rooms next year, but those were way more pricy and for now this would work. Peter had barely gotten the last box flattened to haul out to the recycling behind the building when the knock came to the door, calling back an absentminded, "Yeah, it's open."

He looked over as everything seemed to be dumped on the bed, which was exactly what he did too, and blinked at the hand a moment before reaching out to take it in a shake, "Peter...Parker, nice to meet you. I'm pretty sure it's no where near exotic." he introduced, nodding to the guitar, "Let me guess, you're a mathematics major."