Second Coming (Marvel Generation 2!)//Open

"No problem. I don't make a habit of letting cute guys die when I could've helped." Peggy said casually, playing with her dog tags.

"How's that date with the Captain Marvel girl?" he said, grinning slightly.

"I didn't get one. Got a little caught up with you, mister." She heaved a dramatic sigh. "Alas, I will have to find another crush."

He snorted, then winced because it hurt like a bitch. "Ow, ow, and ow."

"God, looks like I'll have to put my natural humor and hilarity on hold." Peggy said, studying him. "So the limp, you think you broke something else?"

"No clue. But I wouldn't be surprised I was thrown from a fucking building." He was obviously not happy about the battle.

"Probably not broken, since you can semi-walk on it." Peggy decided, fingers moving like she was typing at invisibly keys, a habit of hers. "The fact that you're still conscious at all is quite a feat though."

"The symbiote took most of the hit," he admitted. "Still fucking hurt."

"Is your symbiote okay?" She seemed a bot concerned, furrowing her brows. "I know you aren't, but what about…it? Them?"

"That thing doesn't get hurt," he said, snorting. "Don't know why, but it never happens."

(I'm working on my Venom kid.)

Name: Robin Brooke
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Parents: Venom, though he doesn't know it.
Hero, Anti-Hero, or Villain?: Who knows, it seems that they just do what he wants, whether it has a good or bad outcome.
Shipping or nah?: Sure
Appearance (Links welcomed): https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/camphalfbloodroleplay/images/c/c5/KS1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150302172954 This with completely black eyes. He is a tol boi with black markings creeping up his arms.
Personality: Robin is usually pretty calm, however, sometimes primal instincts take over and he goes fully "Venom". He's pretty nice but his humor has hints of just blunt sarcasm, he tends to be very bi-polar going from manic states to extreme depressive states. He is extremely smart and enjoys experimenting on random things.
Everyday Outfit: A large and baggy black sweatshirt with paint splatters on them from when he went through a painting phase. he has ripped jeans and a messenger bag with a bunch of pins on it.
Costume (If Applies): Nah bro.
Powers: Uh… Whatever Venom can do I guess.
Likes: Unkown
Dislikes: Unkown
Background (Optional): He has no idea he's Venom's kid, he thinks he just has a random symbiote.
Other:

"Well, that's good." Peggy nodded, looking relieved. "Less to worry about. So, how'd you get the symbiote?"

"My dad. You know, Cletus Kasady?" He sighed. "Carnage? Well, his symboite cloned itself and it bonded into me."

(You're accepted!)

Fabulous, where are they right now?//

(Stark Towers)

Peggy snapped her fingers, pointing at nothing in particular. "The serial killer, Took me longer than I'd like to admit to remember that. So, it cloned itself?"

He nodded. "It does that from time to time. That's why there are so many symbiotes out there."

"Wack." She said, just as the doors dinged and opened into a lab.

(I'll start in the morning.)

"Wouldn't call it wack. Just….Odd." he stood straight once again, wincing. "What now?"

"We find something or someone to help." Peggy said, as though it was obvious. "Need a hand?"

((Is Alan an ai or a person?))

(Figured it was her version of Gervius)
He shook his head, walking out of the elevator. "I'll be fine for now."

((That's Adam.))

"Yo!" Peggy called, following him. The lab, which had been dark, seemed to whir to life, lights flickering on. "Honey, I'm home~"

(I just misspelled the name, imao)

((Sksksk I thought you were talking about a whole different thing))

"Hello, Ms. Stark. How are you?" the room's lights seemed to pulse with each word Adam spoke. "Why is the son of Cletus Kasady here?"

"I'm doin' alright man, how 'bout you." Peggy grinned, almost seeming to relax once in the room. "And he's a guest. I brought him along to fix up a broken rib and any other injuries he's got."

A small table raised up from the ground. "Please, Mr. Kasady, sit down so I can examine you."
Klaus did as he was told, laying down with a heavy groan.