Second Coming (Marvel Generation 2!)//Open

"Very wack," he agreed. "There've been some odd characters today."

(Can I have silas pop over to yall?)

"It's like somebody decided every single supe kid needed to interact today." Peggy said, wrinkling her nose with a laugh.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Gwen said. She didn't know him and she thought of saying rude remarks towards Damon, but she only scowled.
"Last time I checked, people don't really care to notice me. So back off, hermano."

"Don't forget the faceless guy," he pointed out.

"Rocket Boy, too." Peggy said, nodding. "Wonder what happened to him."

"Probably blew himself up. Didn't look like he was trained in weapons control." He bit into the pizza again.

(Just a random NPC i made up)

She snorted, taking another sip of her coffee. "Worst villain I've ever faced, in a 'bad at being a villain' way."

Silas stood up and walked over to the counter, ordering an iced coffee and a cookie before standing to the side and waiting for his order, studying people

"A for effort?" he asked, setting the rest of the pizza down and sliding the plate away.

"B for effort. You done with that?" She nodded her head at the pizza.

He nodded. "Too many people in here right now."

"I've got a fight then." She made a face, standing. "I'm gonna get another coffee first."

"Want me to hang around if shit gets real?" he asked.

Gwen sighs, "Nevermind. Just get outta here. I'm in a pissy mood."
She tosses a coin in the air, slamming it down into the ground hand-free, as if to prove a point.

"Sure, I could use a cheerleader." She shot him a wink, as she leaned against the counter, waiting for her coffee.

Robin had vanished back onto the streets, his messenger bag clutched in his hands. He needed to get home, do some research.

He rolled his eyes. "More like the clean-up crew."

Silas looked around and spied a few familiar faces. He picked up his order and walked to the two people

(Klaus and peggy)

(I won't be able to be online much tomorrow. Sorry!)
"What's it to you?" Gwen frowned, putting her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at Damon.

"You're incredibly rude." Peggy said, pouting at Klaus. She looked up as another person approached their table, debating whether or not her coffee was really worth all of this.

Atiena watched from afar. Surely something would happen soon, but for now she would keep her spot watching from afar.

"I'm not that rude, c'mon," he said. "She controls metal, you have a metal suit."

"I'm gonna build a suit made of plastic." She said, eyes sparking with a plotting look.

"What about literally everything around you? You're at a severe disadvantage here." He rubbed his nose aggressively, scrunching his face up.