#gamora and rocket friendship

[sunllghtt]

Yk what in case you're wandering or didn't see it here's that deleted scene I was talking about

[ask-rocket]

Has Quill tried to make you and the guardians play and human games? Like monopoly or jenga for example.

Ugh, Terrans. They always think anything that comes from their mudball of a planet is the greatest thing to exist.

So yeah, to answer your question, Quill has made us play some of his stupid games, and then gets mad when I'm better at them than he is. That guy is one sore loser.

Monopoly was the first thing he made us play. It took us a little bit to understand the concept but once we'd picked it up it was pretty simple. Well, except for Drax. I don't think he understood anything, and neither did Groot because he was a baby so I let him team up with me.

Here's the gist of how it all went down:

>First, everyone argued over which token they wanted to play, so we had to resolve that by rolling dice.

>Groot kept putting all the pieces in his mouth.

>Drax took everything literally (as usual) and got upset whenever he was sent to jail or asked to pay up.

>Gamora started off trying to play it strategically but kept picking up chance and community chest cards that weren't in her favour which ruined her plans and really ticked her off.

>Me, Gamora and Quill ended up in a non-spoken competition to see who could buy up the most properties and stop each other from getting full colour sets.

>Quill got all huffy when anyone took the properties he wanted and kept accusing me of cheating because I was rolling so well.

>Gamora walked off while me, Quill and Drax were arguing and took Groot with her.

>Drax went bankrupt and accused me and Quill of conspiring against him, flipped the table claiming he would "no longer play this treacherous game with such dishonorable company," and stormed off.

>Me and Quill started blaming each other but then ended up laughing about it all.

I think Quill was pretty bumbed we never got to finish the game but hasn't been brave enough to suggest playing again knowing how poorly last time went.

[crazylavenders]

Mantis

[zerohirrotries]

What got me the most in gotg vol 3.....

When Rocket's heart stops.....

The scream from Peter Quill.....

The tears from Groot his best friend and Gamora who does not even know him....

That few seconds, that broke me.....

Peter lost too much, seeing his next closets friend who he was fighting to keep alive... Hearing that ringing loudly as he sees another dead.....

Seeing that he defiantly was panicking, not wanting another dead as losing more of his family....

Saying no, no over and over.... Not giving up on him...

Rocket seeing Lylla, Floor, and Teefs, yet they tell that it is not his time yet to join them......

Seeing Rocket leap awake, the heart monitor beeping normally with his beats....

Peter must have been so joyous. Not losing another, but instead saving him....

That got me....

[connecting-the-stars]

Head cannon that is totally cannon:

Rocket, Nebula, and Gamora would all have identify issues and degrees of body dysmorphia.

All of them being modified and cyberneticaly engineered by their abusers.

They would understand each other in ways the other guardians would not.

[dogwithglasses]

I want Al Ewing to write a nova book so bad

[bugborgs]

hiii here are some recentish sketches :]

rocket+nebula friendship is everything to me & mantis calling nebula a dickhead has been living rentfree in my head for like a week yes girl call her ass out!!!!

4th+5th sketches inspired by a cute little lego nebula in a christmas sweater that had her and gamora on it that was shared in a server i’m in :) we are ignoring the front of the sweater on the lego figure in this house so i just moved the design on the back to be the front of the sweater for this doodle <3

last pic is an oooolddd sketch i am trying to force into something presentable. it could be going better lol

[ellestra]

Lifecycles of Disposable Beings

One of the things I really hoped for in the Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3 movie that it would remember that Rocket and Nebula were for five years the only surviving Guardians. That they became heroes and helped save the Universe and defeat Thanos twice. Not only for the friendship they developed but also because this movie has shown how similar they really are and how important it must’ve been to have each other. And I got my wish in such a perfect way.

Neither of them expresses emotions easily so it’s there in a little things. It first shows a bit when she gets him Bucky’s arm for Christmas and he made her her new one that she then uses to stab and ward off his attacker. The way Nebula fights for him from the start unwilling to let him die and pulling all of her family – including Gamora she kept from away from Guardians all this time. The subtle ways she looks devastated both by his injury and then by what she discovers when she reads his implants and then his history. The way she is the first person Rocket asks about when he wakes up (sure she was hailing but he noticed). How he instantly agrees to help save the kids. And of course the big one is her breaking down in tears when she hears his voice. Mantis has too speak for her because she is so overwhelmed by relief.

They were both remade to be of use to others without their consent and for purposes not their own. They lost the family that meant everything to them along the way but they got through the worst of it together and I was so happy to see them be there for each other.

And I loved so much that Nebula gets to use her extensions to save Rocket (and people in general). Throughout all the movies so far we saw the changes Thanos implemented in her through the lens of the pain and suffering it caused her. We see it used against her and against those she holds dear (in Infinity War it’s her torture when being taken apart again that brakes Gamora and leads to her death, in Endgame Nebula her own mind is used against her will – she doesn’t even own her memories because her father took even that). But now she finally owns it all and can use it as she wants. She can choose her own modifications – get rid of her face implants and get a new arm. She can use the fact that her body can fix itself and she can connect to databases with her mind for the benefit of her friends. She decides how to be and who she becomes.

And this too is mirrored in Rocket. High Evolutionary can consider him proprietary technology and think he owns his mind but he never did. He only gave Rocket parts but all the true advancements Rocket built himself with a little help from his friends. All the real sparks of invention were really Rocket’s all along and he was always perfect in all his imperfections. There was always love and generosity there that he even tried to extend to the High Evolutionary but there was nothing in that man that could appreciate it. But there were people who cherished it and helped it grow until Rocket too could accept all the parts of himself and fully embrace his past and create his own future.

In defiance of another a bad father (because what would MCU be without them and Guardians certainly have the worst - Thanos, Ego, High Evolutionary – you cannot pick a worst bunch). But as bad as Thanos and Ego were we only really watched them through the eyes of the adults they damaged. We see what Thanos’ “love” did to Nebula and Gamora in the scars on their bodies and souls but we never see their childhood pain directly. We experience their fear and hate and lashing out at others and each other but we are spared the gore of what happened (at east on screen). And we only see the remains of the countless lives Ego destroyed on his quest to become a God with capital G. The children he discarded when they didn’t fulfil his expectations. The lives he deemed unworthy once he realized they were of no use to him.

High Evolutionary combines both of them and we get to see it close and personal. This one shows us how it looked from the start when Rocket was too new to know how little he mattered to the one who created to him. Oh, Rocket knew he didn’t care about his pain and the callousness he treated the ones he deemed failure and how easily the anger and abuse came. This is why he stole the parts whenever he could. But P13 still had hope that if he’s useful enough he and his friends would get a reward and be allowed to live under the sky instead of the filthy cage in some dark storage room. He hoped for a better future until he was told he was only parts. That his friends were only mistakes. That there was no future for them.

And what could he do but to disagree and fight back? But even that rightful anger ended in tragedy. Standing up to injustice doesn’t guarantee success. Those he tried to save died and he lost everything. No wonder he’s so scared to try again through out the first two Guardians movies. But his new family allows him space to try and when he loses them Nebula is there to help get him through that loss again. He doesn't end up all alone this time.

It was so heartbreaking to see the casual cruelty of the High Evolutionary – from the big picture to the small details. The little things like dirty, unkempt cages where they are left while their wounds mend. And the cruelty of the whole uplifting process that only cares about the perfection as the end result but never troubles itself with pain of its subjects. Creating perfection to keep it imprisoned and forever subservient – even when they are allowed to be a civilization, they are never free and, like the Sovereign or Counter-Earth, still can be destroyed anytime. And it always will be because perfect creation is nothing but a lie High Evolutionary tells himself.

High Evolutionary could’ve never accepted a creation that would really be what he strives for because that he would have to set them free and he could never relinquish control. He would also have to accept that there would be someone greater than him and he cannot abide that. He spends so much time chasing Rocket to see what made him creative but even if he found it in Rocket’s brain he could never use it. He can’t stand Rocket being smarter than him and seeing the solution he missed. High Evolutionary always needs to be in control and to keep that he could never let anyone be better than him at anything. This is really why batch 89 had to die. He couldn’t stand someone surpassing him at anything. Especially not someone he considered so inferior.

So he is constantly disappointed by his creations and destroys them whenever he makes something newer and shinier. The Counter-Earth is destroyed with all its animal hybrid inhabitants – including the nice bat family Peter charmed into helping them and we barely have time to notice. At least with Rocket’s friends we have time to be properly horrified by High Evolutionary’s cruelty and he at least gets punished for it. But a whole planet of sentient creatures gets lost in explosions and the only one given a moment is Ayesha – everyone else is lost while we only think of saving Rocket. And then saving Nebula, Drax and Mantis.

And it’s horrifying because we learn that all that High Evolutionary’s creations really needed is care and time. We see it with batch 89 and with all the others. The kids they save might've not been creative enough just after he made them but look at Phyla in the New Guardians being her own person. Adam Warlock was naïve and dumb but he was awakened too early and after that he clearly learns fast. He even learnt empathy in 2 days - something High Evolutionary hasn’t managed in centuries. And Sovereign probably can learn too once free of High Evolutionary’s toxic ideas of perfection. There was more to the Counter-Earth than crime and they too could’ve been great once not trapped in the 1980s hellscape High Evolutionary put them in. High Evolutionary’s real failure is not seeing any of that.

All of them needed just time and love and High Evolutionary didn’t have it for any of them. Not for Warlock in his cocoon. Not for 89P13 who fixed his process. There was always the next shiny thing and the last one was left rotting in filth until it was incinerated.

This is all explains Rocket we know from the movies so well. This why he is kleptomaniac with compulsive need to collect technology – it saved him and you should be wary of those who hoard it. It also explains why was so self-sabotaging with his new family. Letting himself love them meant hurt if he lost them and he lost them all. The devastation of the Snap hits even harder now. But this time he at least had Nebula. He had someone who could really understand how deep that pain was even without the details.

Outside of High Evolutionary’s control Rocket has grown into someone who could weather the loss and came and save his new family and have them save him in return. Then they saved everyone they could from the High Evolutionary because he didn’t deserve any of his creations. They were all too good for him.

In the end we see the new Guardians of the Galaxy combining Rocket’s different families. They are made of people who were like Rocket made by High Evolutionary and the ones who joined the Guardians in previous instalments. He started with nothing and too afraid to try this friends and family thing again and look at him now – leader of this team. Working well with others. All of them getting the best of their second chances. And saving the Galaxy along the way.

And somewhere out there on Knowhere Nebula and Drax make sure they all always have a home to come back to.

[sophieseals]

GOTG 3 Spoilers

The guardians of the galaxy 3 showed that even though this team consider themselves family none of them are unhealthily co dependent on each other. It’s nice to see each of the guardians have their own friends and skill sets to bring to the team and share with others. From rocket being team leader to Gamora and the ravagers, as well as Mantis freeing herself from the golden cage that ego made for her and learning to grow independence and confidence to stand on her own. Each of them see each other as family and will find their way back to each other but they have grown enough to be okay! They have grown enough to make multiple other connections and friendships and goals. It’s so far from where they came from when the core of the guardians fought each other in prison and were constantly watching their own backs and working alone.

[tinylilacbun]

Hi!

Ok, I think Groot would try to be such a good caregiver. Not that he really understands so he isn't full time but he would babysit. Always carrying you around, snatching snacks and trinkets for you (sometimes stealing but he doesn't know that), and covering your eyes when something scary happens.

Could you maybe write a babysitter cg Groot x little reader? Whenever you get the chance. Thank you for reading!

Little Guardian

Pairing: cg!Guardians x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff

A/n: This idea is soooo cute! I enjoyed writing it so much, if you have more ideas with the Guardians just send them in ;) I made it like all the Guardians take care of the reader but it's a bit more focused on Groot's and reader's friendship, I hope that's okay and that you enjoy it <3

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒

One day Quill went to the Collector again just to exchange something and when he saw you sitting in one of those cages he knew instantly you were from earth.

Peter didn't care how many Units he had to pay or what the crew would say.

He only had to take one look at you and had the need to take you somewhere safe and help you.

You didn't say a single word when he picked you up and carried you away, you were far too scared and shaking like a leaf, not knowing what that stranger would do to you.

He wasn't scary looking and you somehow felt more at ease when he smiled at you.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe now, I promise"

You sighed in relief and rested your head on his shoulder, finally feeling safe enough to close your eyes.

"Quill, you had one job." Rocket remarked and watched Peter gently placing you on one of their seats, buckling you in without waking you up.

"Could you shut up for a second!" Peter whisper-yelled and motioned his team members to follow him somewhere else where they can talk freely.

"Peter, who is that and why did you bring her here?" Gamora asked and Peter sighed.

"Listen, I know this might sound stupid but I just couldn't leave her there. She looked miserable and I know she's from earth, I don't want to know how the Collector got her in the first place," he said and the others stayed quiet.

Gamora turned her head to look at your sleeping form. She saw Groot placing a blanket over your body and smiled a little when he pat your head gently. Quill was right, you definitely didn't look healthy and she felt bad for you. What you had to go through must have been hard to take in.

"Okay, she can sleep in my bed until we find another solution," Gamora said and kissed Peter on his cheek.

"Thank you."

"So, we're going to keep it?" Drax asked and Quill gave him a 'what the hell' look when he referred to you as 'it'.

"Dude, she's not a pet," Peter told him. "But yes, she's going to stay with us. A new member of the Guardians" he smiled.

One month later

"Y/n, sweetheart, put that down for daddy, yeah?" Peter tried to stay calm while you were giggling and running around with one of his weapons.

"You have ta catch me first!" you shout and suddenly bumped into Groot, who took the weapon out of your hand making you pout.

"I am Groot" he scolded and you huffed, turning to Peter.

"Sowwy I took your blaster, daddy," you said and Groot pat your head two times, you smiled again and took his hand.

Peter was still shocked at how fast Groot handled this situation and Gamora chuckled while walking over to him.

"How is he doing that?" he asked.

"Are we getting a little jealous?" Gamora smirked and Peter scoffed.

"Jealous? Me? Never." he said confidently and they both saw you sitting on Groot's lap, playing with his old Gameboy and squealing in joy. "Maybe a little."

"Just remember who she is going to cuddle with later when it's time for bed" she reminds him, making her way over to you and booped your nose.

                                   ⭒ꕥ⭒

Groot and you had a special bond and would spend a lot of time with him. He's so protective of you that when there's a fight he would rather stay with you on the Milano to make sure you're safe.

Sometimes when you visited other planets you were always allowed to leave the ship but only with one of the others and you have to hold one of their hands at all times.

"Gwoot look!" you pointed at something that looked like a stuffed animal. "It looks funny" you smiled and Groot did so as well.

"Y/n, come on, we have to go!" Peter called for you and you rushed over to him.

Back in the ship you were sitting in your little play area, playing with your toys when Groot stood in front of you with his arms behind his back.

You gasped when he showed you the stuffed animal you saw earlier. You jumped up and took the stuffie, feeling how soft it is.

"Fank you!" you smiled and hugged Groot tightly.

"I am Groot" he smiled back and handed you a juice box too.

You took that stuffie everywhere, to bed, to eat, to the bathroom, and would get upset when you lost him somewhere in the ship and everyone would end up helping to find it.

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒

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[hellmouthcity]

QUICK FIX - Nebula x Reader

details: fluff oneshot , fem/nby reader. this is somewhat of an AU where nebula sticks around after yondu’s death for a bit

summary: you’re an electrical engineer temporarily hired by the guardians for ship repairs and general weapon tinkering. nebula’s cybernetic arm has been acting up a little lately, so it’s a good thing you’re around to help! if she’ll let you.

You never thought being on a spaceship for not even a month would drive you this insane.

A few weeks back, you got a request to stay on a ship for a little while to be around for emergency repairs, since this band of weirdos seemed to always be having emergencies. When you saw it was the Peter Quill who wanted to hire you, you immediately accepted. Who hasn’t heard of them! It isn’t every day you get to hang out with the Guardians of the freakin’ Galaxy, even if you were just the repair guy.

Unfortunately, the crew here was just as unstable as their ship. It was a wonder how they didn’t blow the whole thing up from impromptu ‘weapon tests’, which consisted of the guardians firing blasters at each other in some twisted game of tag. They were a little rowdy for your taste, but you all got on well enough.

Peter, despite his douchery, was actually a pretty normal guy. He even liked to joke and have fun like your friends back home. He cared a lot about his ship, which you found a little respect in. He’d instruct you on the problems, and you’d find a solution. That always earned you a high-five or a pat on the back. The others seemed to tolerate him, especially Gamora. Your interactions were short and sweet, but she was kind. You noticed her get a little looser whenever Quill was around. It was gross in a sweet way.

On the other hand, Gamora’s sister was as far as you could get from social. She hasn’t said a word to you the entire time you were here. Sometimes you forgot she was even part of the team. On the rare occasions she’d leave her room, she was never around for long. You’d look at her as she passed by sometimes, wondering what she was like under her intimidating black eyes and cold shell.

You didn’t think about that for too long. You could tell her friendship had to be earned, like a wild animal that you had to let come to you. She seemed to be having a few problems lately. Technical difficulties. You heard from Rocket that her cybernetic arm [which you still think is insanely cool] has some problems shifting to weaponry mode. You wondered if she’d approach you about that.

Right now, you were fixing an airlock malfunction at the main port. It was having a problem with sealing properly after it closed. Yet another emergency. With oxygen escaping, and all that. At this point, you were used to all the high-pressure and near life-threatening circumstances. You just worked with your space visor on, which was coming in more and more handy these days. Everyone was in their respective rooms. You were alone out here at last!

There was one little problem though - your blowtorch was fresh out of juice. If only there were someone on this ship with a blowtorch arm modification! And if only it WORKED!!!

You exhaled through your nose at the thought of Nebula suddenly turning up to offer her help. It was the most unlikely thing in the galaxy, probably. No way that would happen. Just as you stood to go inform Quill about you issue, you nearly bumped directly into the girl you least expected to see.

“Ah- geez! You snuck up on me!!” You exclaim, surprised that she seemed to have indirectly read your thoughts. Nebula just looked at you, black eyes seeming to pierce right through you. You shivered. Looks like you had to do the talking. “Um. I’m trying to fix the air lock, but my blowtorch just ran out,” you explained, pulling the trigger to demonstrate. No flame came out. “...and last I checked, there’s no fuel for this on the ship. So, I kind of hit a dead end.”

Still, Nebula said nothing. For a moment, you wondered if she was even capable of speech. Then you heard a weird kind of… grinding sound. Both of your attentions drifted down to Nebula’s arm as it sparked and jittered in an odd way. She grunted, smacking it with her other hand. It sparked even harder, and eventually stopped moving altogether. She couldn’t even move her fingers. She let out a noise of rage, shaking the immobile part. You couldn’t hold in a little giggle. Her head snapped up to face you, and you instantly went silent.

“Is this funny to you?” Nebula demanded, voice deep and serious. You hadn’t heard her voice before. It was powerful and threatening. She meant business, and it felt like you wore pyjamas to the interview. You took a step backwards, a little worried for your own safety. She may not have a functional arm blaster, but she could still knock your lights out.

“No, no, sorry. Very serious.” You said quickly, avoiding her glare. She let out a short sigh, now more closely examining her malfunctioned part. You looked, too. If only she’d let you get in there, you could fix it… “You know, I could try and help you out with that.” You offered nervously, hoping she wouldn’t just turn around storm off.

“What makes you think I need your help?” The luphomoid snapped, jerking her head at you. You dropped your gaze a little. You kind of expected this reaction.

“Well, it’s just… it could be a little hard to repair one-handed, if you planned on doing it yourself.” You tried to reason. She looked at you, eyes narrowed like this was a trick.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own.” She told you firmly. You nodded, stepping back a little further in surrender.

“Right, understood. Just keep in mind I’m here if you ever need help.” You hoped she’d change her mind, but she wasn’t there with you yet. She just strode past you in the direction of her room, on her way to independently repair her own arm like the badass she is. You smiled to yourself, finding this cyborg a little silly. You crouched back down and decided to take a break. You’d continue in a little. And who knows? Maybe Nebula would change her mind.

Not even 15 minutes later, you heard footsteps heading in your direction. You looked up from the wrench you were adjusting to see Nebula had, as predicted, made a return. It seems she had no such luck in making the repair on her own. She was purposely avoiding looking at you, [working] fist clenched. She was embarrassed!! You decided to pretend like you weren’t expecting it.

“Oh? Back so soon? I would’ve thought you were going to fix your arm yourself!” You teased from where you sat, a little smug. “After all, you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself.”

“Quiet!” She shouted, making you flinch. Okay, so Nebula’s not a fan of playful sarcasm. Noted. “You offered a service free of charge to me. I would be a fool to decline it.” You looked up at her, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s true. Glad you came to your senses.” Carefully, like you were trying not to spook a feral creature, you stood. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” You joked, and Nebula scoffed. She tried to roll her eyes, though it wasn’t exactly noticeable.

“Just do your job.” She spoke bluntly. You offered a smile and started to reach for her arm so you could examine it. She instantly jerked back and you retracted your hand.

“Well, I kind of can’t if you won’t let me see what’s up.” You tried to explain. Nebula’s eyes darted between your eyes and your hand, and she relaxed her shoulders just a little, almost an apologetic look drifting over her face before it was replaced with her signature cold neutrality. Slowly, she approached you and raised her arm, almost defensively. You cautiously reached out and started feeling for some sort of seam where a section could be unscrewed, but this was an odd piece of machinery. It was segmented in a lot of different ways in a lot of different places, so you weren’t really sure how to get a peek inside.

Nebula seemed to notice your confusion, so she sighed and rotated her arm so that her palm was facing upwards. On the underside, you saw a larger rectangle that stood out a bit from the rest of the metal. You quickly bent to collect a tool from your set, then stood to pry the covering off. And wow, was it even more complicated on the inside. You were used to things like this, though. Artificial automation is your jam. It didn’t take long to find the issue.

“Found your problem! Your hydraulic springs have popped out a little. I’m guessing these are what enable your arm to transition so smoothly to different physical states. If these springs undergo a lot of winding up then unwinding in a rapid manner, they can accidentally pop loose and you have to reset them.” You explained, motioning to the issue as you described it. Nebula watched intently as you spoke. “And as for the lack of movement, one of your circuits got tripped. Too much power started flowing through it, I’m guessing when you tried to force your arm to shift. Maybe don’t do that again, for future reference.”

“I see. Can you fix it?” She demanded rather than asked. You went down again to get another tool, returning with a thumbs up upon standing upright again.

“I sure can. This won’t take long,” you went quiet as you went into focus mode, recoiling the spring and even tightening a few loose bolts in other areas. You flipped a breaker off and back on again, and her arm jolted back to life. After applying a little mechanical lubricant, you closed her arm back up. “All clear!”

You confirmed you were done with a little finger-gun motion. Nebula looked at you, then flexed her fingers, which all responded accordingly. Her eyes snapped back up at you in disbelief, and you grinned.

“What did I tell you? I’m good at what I do.” You decided to toot your own horn just a little. But now it was time for the real test. Could her arm shift successfully? The panels and segments started to shift around and change, rounding where her hand was into a little cylinder-like structure. She twitched, and a small, blue flame sprouted from the tip. You looked up at her with wide eyes.

“You were trying to help me this whole time..?” You asked, stunned. She looked away from you, like she was checking if anyone else was near. The coast was clear.

“Guess we’re even.” Nebula said in a different tone that her previous harsh words. Your face crackled into a smile.

“Aw, thanks Neb-”

“If you let anyone one know I won’t hesitate to throw you into space myself. Understood?” She glared directly into your soul, making sure you knew she was serious. But you didn’t feel so threatened anymore. You kept smiling.

“Understood.”

[rakruined]

GOTG SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!

HOLY SHIT NOBODY DIED

Rocket's past was so fucked up, like worse than I anticipated

His acceptance of being a raccoon was both touching and badass, he finally learned to love himself <3

I loved the friendships here, everyone clearly cared about each other and it was really sweet

Seriously, nobody fucking died. How did this happen? I went in there expecting my faves to die and came out without a single death

I'm happy but still in disbelief

I LOATHED the High Evolutionary I'm so glad they jumped his ass

I liked past!Gamora, she definitely warmed up to the others but also didn't leave her family with the Ravagers

Groot was really cool in this one, lots of fun uses of his powers

Drax started off somewhat lacking but his dad arc was very nice

Mantis honey I'll miss you :'(

Nebula didn't have an arc so much as solidify her character development, I liked it but most of her growth was getting used to the other guardians

Aside from her bestieeeeeee seriously I loved her friendship with Rocket so much

Speaking of friendship with Rocket, I wish Quill had a heart-to-heart with him at some point, but their friendship was still evident from how they acted toward each other

Quill leaving for Earth was a bit sad but it died in well with the theme of not running from who you are

And of accepting both loss and its possibility

God this movie explains "Everybody's got dead people" SO PAINFULLY

Anyway Rocket leading the gotg is neat, hope this sparks a return-to-DnA for him in the comics after the current dogshit run

Okay I do wish Adam had gotten to do more but he was still really fun and I'm excited for more

[starmunchandthefunkybunch]

Things that I noticed in the first vol.: (Mainly Roquill)

in the beginning of Vol 1, in the Kyln, whenever Peter's getting shocked the shit outta him, Rocket looks on with sympathy, and interest. Genuine concern. (Gamora looks amused and interested I fucking love her my God, lmao.) He looks to be staring at Peter on the floor in understanding sadness, and also slight confusion. (He doesn't know why this song means so much to Peter.)

when Rocket gets sprayed down and he walks into that room where Peter was, and Peter gives him his concerned expression. His pure empathy. His understanding and feeling for Rocket is so sweet.

Whenever Rocket hears Quill simply move and is already up to get him. Chasing after him with concern and care, touching his leg and, basically, asking him to stop. THE CONCERN IN HIS VOICE. Makes my heart melt. The lilt of a question on his voice, like, 'what are we planning to do here? What're you planning to do here that I'm sticking around for because I care about you.'

I just realized that Peter and Rocket had an almost instaneous bond.

The subsequent 'oh crap' Rocket says after is SUCH a 'look at what my idiot boyfriend is up to again.' seconds after meeting him, lmfaoo.

Rocket holding a hand over his eyes, but not leaving. Showing his concern but also, like, God, what has my boyfriend gotten us into? MOMENTS after meeting him. Reminds me of when a spouse is watching their spouse do some dumb shit they can't stop but they also can't leave because they're concerned.

Whenever Peter convinces Drax to drop Gamora, Rocket looks proud and...slightly shocked. His expression is like, 'damn! He did that?! Awesome!'

PETER CALLING ROCKET MY FRIEND AND SMILING AT HIM SO FONDLY MY GOD. Peter looks at Rocket so proud, like a spouse when their partner accomplishes something, when they're in the hall discussing units and the escape plan.

The mirroring in this scene. The way that both their arms are in front of their bodies, their eyes meeting each other, feet turned toward one another. Rocket being cocky and confident and Peter just smiling at him. Their matching expressions and actions when Gamora reveals the units for the ball (infinity stone but they didn't know). They're just...so cute.

Rocket still placed in between Peter and Gamora.

Peter from day one has just been going along with what makes Rocket happy while motivating him to be better, while Rocket has been doing the same thing. They're just so cute and good to one another.

Anyways.

When Rocket says that he needs the guys leg, and really, throughout the whole explanation, Peter looks amazed and shocked and slightly confused, but still goes along with it. Such couple vibes already.

Whenever they're sitting at the table, Rocket leans more towards Peter and looks more into Peter's eyes, while Peter leans closer to Rocket, which shows how they want to be closer to each other.

Rocket shouts at Peter to figure out how to get the battery and Peter looks away like a scolded husband. I can imagine in his head, he's thinking like, 'that did not hurt, nope. Nope it did not.'

Throughout most of the conversation Rocket is leaning towards Peter, he even moves his tray out of the way, to lean in closer to Peter.

Throughout most of the conversation, they look at each other.

I FUCKIN LOVE GAMORA OH MY . The way she jumps and then kicks that guy in the face to then land on top of him??? How swiftly she took down all those guys???? Are you kidding me????

How quickly Drax protected Rocket from getting harmed, showing how he valued his life, already , to get him out of there, and tossed Rocket the gun.

Drax really has been everyone's best friend, huh?

How Rocket HUMS when he gets the device ready for them to be able to break out.

(another reason why they have the best dynamic, both music lovers from the start)

Gamoras and Rockets friendship is severely underrated and for what? For what? She helped him up from Groot, she's thoroughly impressed whenever he turns off the artificial gravity. Are you kidding? Friend goals. Love them.

Rocket's knee up on the dash so he can reach the controls? Are you kidding? Too cute. I love him. Star-Lord, species fucker extraordinaire, definitely would've thought the escape plan was hot, just saying. He would've thought the knee was cute.

The dialogue between them like they've known each other for ever. 'they crumpled my clothes up into a ball. That's rude! They folded yours!' too cute. Most of their dialogue, it feels like they've known each other for years. Instant connection loves. The whole bomb discussion.

'whats a box gonna do?' Peter sounding exasperated but fond, entertained and amused. Rocket being genuinely hurt by the 'shut up.'

My God, Rocket pointing his gun absent mindedly at the girl when she enters to beckon them to the Collector. Funny as hell. Peter seeing exactly what it takes to calm Rocket down.

Cosmo! Rocket growling at Cosmo!

Peter quickly shaking his head no whenever The Collector asks if Rocket is Groot's pet. I love how mindful he is of Rocket.

I FUCKING love how Peter's still somewhat sides with Rockets way of thinking. Not all the way, he still challenges his way of thinking, but he agrees still. Like with the handing off the ball infinity stone thing, he's like...let's just hand it off to someone who won't arrest us for money. Him and Rocket are just... Perfect for one another.

They also mirror each other through that entire interaction.

PETER QUILL IS SMART, STOP SAYING HES STUPID. He's the one who informed Rocket to use the pods as weapons. He's the one who highjacked an enemy aircraft to shoot Necroblasts. He's the one who got Yondu to help him save Gamora.

Also, Rocket begging Peter to stay in his pod, come back with him, not to die. The concern in his voice, my God. Pleading with Quill, 'You'll die in seconds!' his heartbroken expression! Lost and helpless.

He definitely had a crush on Quill. He definitely felt something for Quill.

Groot knew Rocket wouldn't feel good about abandoning them, 'I know they're the only friends we've ever had!', so he had to say something. But the way Rocket acquiesced so quickly, tells me he was already leaning that way, just needed some encouragement.

Our companions Rocket is so soft.

Another spousal moment, instant connection, been around each other for years: 'Rocket, for god's sakes, we figured it out, we're fine.' 'Oh hey, Quill' literally gonna kill people, an entire ship full of people, for Quill and could only be dissuaded by Peter's own voice. Rocket is soft.

Bickering married couple from Vol 1. Jesus . The entire conversation from 'Oh, hey Quill' to the 12 percent plan. They bicker like old married couple. Bicker flirting! 'You're just copying when I said I had a plan.' Rocket's flirting hardcore.

Whenever Rocket takes a stand, Peter, again, looks like a proud boyfriend. Fond, and so admiring.

I love that their dynamic is: mischievous boyfriend who does mischievous things and the one who has to (willingly) deal with it. It changes. Sometimes Rocket's mischievous, sometimes Peter, sometimes both.

I love the Starmora moments too, like how in the beginning when they're all at the table in the Kyln, Peter looks at her nervously for a moment. Cute.

Rocket's victorious face whenever he crashes the aircraft into Ronan.

Peter's concerned face when he instantly goes to check on Rocket! When he checks out his entire body for wounds while he's holding unconscious Rocket in his arms. Rocket nuzzling into Peter's chest! Peter looking into Rocket's face with consideration and worry.

Groot really saw these people treating Rocket, and him, but especially Rocket, with care and consideration, and noticed that his friend now had a huge crush, and was like...yep, now we are Groot. I'm keeping your crush and found family alive, buddy.

Peter's always smiling so softly at Rocket, especially when Rocket's teasing. Whenever the Nova Corps, Denarian Day, is escorting them, he starts saying what they can't do. Peter looks at Rocket the entire time. He smiles fondly when Rocket says the stealing line.

It seems like Peter checks Rocket out as he walks away too.

I also love how it's implied that Drax and Rocket went searching for a pot for Groot and that's why they were late to the meeting. I love their best friendship.

Anyways, huge post, things that I noticed in vol 1. Lemme know if you'd like me to do vol 2 and the other movies. If you have any thoughts or questions, feel free to state them in the notes!

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the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. part one. prepare for departure.

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angst, comfort, friendship, & fluff for @hibatasblog rocket & wanda | part 1/7 | word count: 1371.

rocket gets a very-important mission from danvers and needs a partner to go with him. enter the witch.

It is a well-documented fact (I know you know) that in the comic books, many of the marvel ladies have a thing for Rocket Raccoon. How could they not? Eyes like red beryls and pyropes, teeth and wit both so sharp they can kill long before the perfectly-aimed gravity-blast. Intuition off the charts, not to mention the things they've heard he can do with that tail...

Alas, this is not the comics. This is the MCU, some time between 2018 and 2023.

And while everything else remains more or less the same, Wanda Maximoff was not turned into ash.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Rocket says, rolling his eyes.

Wanda isn’t sure what to call him. He looks like a raccoon, but insists that he isn’t one. Maybe he’s an alien. Maybe he’s something else. Either way, he’s rolling his eyes at Natasha, so hard that his whole head rolls with them.

“Look, I got a very important mission from Danvers, and Nebs is busy right now, working with Kraglin to make Knowhere a more hospitablistic place for Snap refugees. D’you wanna fuck over a bunch of Snap refugees, Nat?”

He crosses his arms and raises a brow up at the new leader-apparent of the Avengers. If Wanda hadn’t felt so — nothing at all, actually — she might have let a smirk curl the corner of her mouth. He’s kind of a brat, and he knows how to get under peoples’ skin. When she’d been a child, she would have found that entertaining. Endearing. She supposes she’d used to have a soft spot for scrappy survivors. Then she’d had to stop having a soft spot for anything but her brother.

Then —

“Goddammit, Rocket. Go to Washington, then. I don’t care. But we still need the Benatar.”

His challenging look turns into a glower. “Fuck off, Nat. What am I supposed to do, then? Drive your frickin’ car?”

Natasha flaps a hand at him distractedly from behind her desk. “Yes, that’s fine, take the car—”

The look he gives her is withering. “I can’t reach the fuckin’ pedals, Nat. So unless you’re giving me permission to take the whole inefficient machine apart an’ put it back together to suit my needs, you’re gonna have to—”

“I can’t spare anyone, Rocket,” the Russian snaps.

“And I can’t be alone right now,” he snaps right back. Wanda’s eyes flick back and forth between them. 

Natasha grits her teeth. “You said this was a mission from Carol?”

“Yes,” he hisses, tapping one booted foot impatiently. 

She closes her eyes and sighs heavily, leaning back in her chair and pressing her fingers into her temples. “Fine,” she says at last, drawing the word out — petulantly, Wanda thinks from a great distance. “Find someone who’s willing to go with you and I’ll tell you if I can spare them.”

Rocket doesn’t hesitate. Without moving anything but his arm, he’s brandishing a single dark claw in Wanda’s direction.

“I’ll take the witch.”

Five years earlier — in the first days after the Snap, before they’d left all their hope on 0259-S with Thanos’ headless body — everyone else had belonged to somebody. Cap and Nat had each other, and Nat had Banner and the arrow-guy. Rhodey had the rich guy who thought he was a genius, and the rich guy had that other redhead. Thor had maybe lost the most, but he had Banner too, and his buddies from Sakaar. The Dora Milaje had their whole sisterhood. Only Danvers might have been on her own — but as far as Rocket had been able to tell, Captain Marvel hadn’t seemed to have a lotta close ties she was mourning.

But Rocket — Rocket had nobody. 

Again.

Nobody except Gamora’s sister, whose name he’d kept forgetting.

Of course, there was the witch. 

Disproportionate number of redheads on this planet, he remembers thinking bemusedly.

He hadn’t been able to remember her name for a while either, but unlike everyone else on Terra, she’d seemed almost as alone as he was. And he hadn’t been able to help but watch her, his eyes slanting sideways to stare at her as she’d sat by herself across the room, hands anchored around upper arms. He couldn't make out the color of her eyes — they’d seemed impossibly dark, with rage or grief or something else, something haunted.  

Except for when they’d smouldered like furious banked fires. 

She’d never said a frickin’ word, either: face blank and beautiful as a statue’s. Her silence had felt more surreal than any other stupid thing he’d encountered in space, which he supposed was probably just because he’s spent the last four years with a family of weirdos who’d never seemed able to shut the fuck up. 

Still. He’d tilted his head when the other avengers had walked past her — watched as they’d seemed almost to forget she was even there. They’d barely talked to her, and once, when they’d been ordering lunch, they’d missed her entirely.

Uh — you didn’t ask the witch what she wants, Rocket had said to Nat awkwardly, and the assassin had blinked and her eyes had hunted the whole room before they’d finally focused on the other woman — like she hadn’t even known where her fellow-Avenger was. 

No. The witch had been an outcast. And Rocket has always known something about outcasts. His whole frickin’ family — both, some small part of his brain had tried to speak up before he could smother it; both families were made of the unwanted — his whole frickin’ family had been outcasts and misfits. It had made some part of Rocket’s heart suddenly stretch in his chest. It had reached with grasping fingers, trying to hang onto something he’d already known he’d lost.

Family.

The next day, Rocket had cleared his throat and told Gamora’s sister that he was gonna go starside to touch base with Kraglin on the Third Quadrant — to see if he still exists, he hadn’t said, but he’d been pretty sure the cyborg had picked it up. 

“You wanna come, Blue?” he’d asked — wincing when his nonchalance had been too thin to be believable. But the Luphomoid had inclined her head, eyes dark and steady. When that had been squared away — surprisingly a hell of a lot easier than he’d thought — he’d  shuffled to his feet, and headed to the bench outside the compound, where the witch had been sitting since sunrise.

He’d stood in her line of vision and stared at the sky too, shifting his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot, tail trying to tuck itself underneath him. It had probably been a full twenty minutes before he’d felt her eyes on him.

“I. Uh. I heard you lost your robot-boyfriend.” The words had been as clumsy as an orloni drunk on fermented Asgardian figs, but he’d been trying.

The witch’s eyes had flared, crimson-bright. “Robot?” she’d repeated dangerously.

Rocket’s ears had flicked back and he’d taken a step away, into the grass: hands extended, palms out.

“Hey, m’not trying to be a dick,” he’d protested. “I think I might be part-robot myself.” He’d stabbed a thumb over his shoulder toward the Benatar, where he could feel  his new blue companion staring holes in his back. “Gamora’s sister’s almost all-robot, too.” 

He could also feel the sister in question rolling her eyes. 

“M’just saying,” he’d muttered at both of them, hunching his shoulders and half-turning to kick a patch of grass. “Some of us are solo now.” He’d gestured at the cyborg again. “Might be good to stick together.” 

“I was used to being solo,” Nebs had pointed out, and Rocket had winced. “You’re the one who got attached.”

His ears had flattened. “Whatever,” he’d growled. “Just thought — whatever.” He’d spun again, kicking more grass, and muttered bitterly under his breath. “So much for trying to be the captain. So much for trying to look out for the damn strays.”

“You’re the stray,” Nebula had replied with a mutinous jut of her chin — and how the fuck had she heard him? That wasn’t standard Luphomoid hearing range. 

Rocket had cursed whatever aural implants Thanos had given her. 

Then the witch had made a strange sound behind him — a little huff of breath.  A disbelieving, agonized little shred of laughter.

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During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR

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Baby Groot/Groot Masterlist

A Good Team (ao3) - FormlessVoidbeast groot/rocket M, 2k

Summary: Rocket and Groot make a good team, and Groot isn't going to let a little thing like completely incompatible biology prevent them from taking very good care of each other.

always, really and forever (ao3) - Cyndi M, 26k

Summary: Friendship is the most understated form of love.

Groot’s quest to understand love goes awry when Rocket ends up in the hospital because of his out-of-control drinking. Without his social crutch around, Groot suddenly finds himself having to prove his competence again and again.

A Short List of Relevant Skills and Abilities (ao3) - ignipes T, 2k

Summary: They're very good at a lot of things, but none of those things are very good.

family (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 10k

Summary: When Rocket tries to enroll Groot into a prestigious preschool, he discovers the people in charge there don’t have Groot’s best interests in mind. When they forcibly remove Groot from the only family that he’s ever known, Rocket will stop at nothing in order to get him back.

But time is of the essence: If Rocket fails to prove that Groot should be reunited with his family and that Rocket should be given full parental rights and allowed to formally adopt Groot as his son, they might never see Groot ever again.

Found Family (ao3) - fabrega G, 2k

Summary: "Where did it come from?"

"I am Groot," Groot declares.

"Who would just hand you a baby?!"

Freedom Day (ao3) - Cyndi groot/rocket T, 35k

Summary: Groot and Rocket are friends who have each others' backs and take care of each other no matter what. Now what are they celebrating and why are they celebrating? (Autistic!Groot)

good night (ao3) - HippieGeekGirl G, 376

Summary: Groot can’t sleep, and Rocket needs a little comfort.

Grow, Grow, Grow (ao3) - Eclectic_Goddess G, 715

Summary: Self-realization should be a shocking thing. Instead, it comes slowly and steadily. With each bud, each new leaf, each new bit of growth brings more with it, until…

Groot.

Growing Up Groot (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 6k

Summary: After The Battle of Xandar, Rocket mourns the loss of the only person in the galaxy that has ever cared about him. In a tribute, Rocket plants some twigs that came from his friend’s body to keep as a memory of their friendship. Little does Rocket know, that he will gain a new friend.

I Can Fix This (ao3) - laylabinx T, 6k

Summary: "I can fix this, Quill; just you watch. I can fix this. We'll be out of here in no time." Rocket rambles because he's afraid if he doesn't, he'll suddenly realize how totally and utterly screwed they are.

i’ll be there for you (ao3) - Izzyaro (Isilarma) T, 2k

Summary: If Rocket has faith in anything, it’s that Groot will never let him down.

name game (ao3) - SPARROWFOOT N/R, 6k

Summary: Peter, Drax, Mantis, Groot, Nebula, and Rocket. A bunch’a jackasses sitting in a circle. The core Guardians of the Galaxy, sans Gamora, and — yeah, that will never not sting. So it’s probably for the best that they find their own path, but Peter’s always found it hard to let go of the past. The Guardians will live on, and they will always be family, but they’ll never be this group, in this time, ever again.

“Alright, alright,” Rocket says, with a half-assed attempt at his usual swagger. “Here’s how this is gonna work. We’re gonna, one at a time, name a raccoon baby.” He reaches into the box, pulling one away from the pack. Its little paws knead at the air, trying to find a surface. “Then we’re gonna tag it. Then they’re gonna get to run free ‘round Knowhere until they’ve grown enough to go home.”

Before the Guardians formally disband, Rocket asks one last thing of them all.

of groots and death buttons (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 4k

Summary: Groot is a fast learner. However, when it comes to a certain weapon that Rocket taught Groot how to build for himself, it is Rocket’s responsibility to teach Groot how to handle said weapon as to not put others at risk of death or bodily harm.

The Care and Feeding of a Baby Groot (ao3) - JenTheSweetie T, 1k

Summary: If Rocket wanted to babysit a stick in a pot, that was his business.

We Are (ao3) - Psilent (HereThereBeFic) N/R, 1k

Summary: “I hope you don't mind that I come here. I... appreciate your company. And the quiet.”

(For a prompt on the Guardians of the Galaxy livejournal kink meme: Five (or four) times Groot comforted one of the Guardians and one time they comforted him.)

you’re still young, that’s your fault. (ao3) - DigitalMeowMix T, 3k

Summary: Trying to raise your best friend after he’s turned into a child is hard work. This is definitely not what Rocket signed up for. He just wants his damn partner back.

Scenes from an unconventional parenthood

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Team initiation

Hey again everyone, Like I said in the previous post. This story will indicate a soft reboot of the first rocket story I have done. I really want to focus on the bond between the reader and Rocket. so without further ado, let's dive in :D. Word count:1.4K

It was hell right from the start, One simple bike ride home when you were 10 years old resulted you in getting kidnapped into space. Sold onto the black market and just tossed into a massively unknown world. Nevertheless, for 13 years you adapted and escaped for a life of your own on the colony of Knowhere. But apart of you yearned for a since of belonging, Friendship, family...

But all that changed one day when you were running away from Nova Corp, You stole some food and tech to feed on and sell for credits. But as you were running, you bumped into someone making you trip.

"Woah woah easy, you ok bud ??" The man then helped you up, He was... Human ??

"Spread out, they haven't got far" One Nova Corps officer called out.

The man then brought you away from the nova corps into a part of knowhere they wouldn't usually poke around.

"Wanna explain what that was all about ??" The man asked you as he fixed his jacket.

"It's not much its just food... and some stuff to sell..."

"Look theirs's more to this story pal, so I suggest you best start talking."

You rubbed your hands on your face sheepishly as you began to tell your story to the man. As he listened on, he couldn't help but feel pity and sympathy for you.

"I'm so sorry. I know this all too well, I was kidnapped from earth when I was 8 years old, If theirs anyone who knows this better than you it's me."

"Thank you... Sorry I didn't get your name"

"Oh sorry, Name's Peter Quill or you may know me as star lord ??" He puffed his chest out slightly.

"No... Sorry"

"Oh man, not even one mention ??"

You shook your head slightly. He said disappointedly, this always happens to him. "What's your name kid ??"

"Y/n, Y/n L/n"

"Nice to meet you y/n..." Peter than got a brilliant idea.

"Say y/n, how would you like to be a member of the guardians of the galaxy ??"

Your eyes went wide at the proposal.

"Oh, peter... I don't know..." You seemed a little unsure.

"What ??, It's gonna be awesome. We're a tight-knit family, even though we aren't blood-related. we always have each other's backs and I know you will make an amazing guardian." He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You couldn't help but smile back. A new life, with amazing people. Maybe he was right, It could be worth while.

"Ok, I'll give it a shot"

"Oh y/n your gonna love it !!"

Peter then brought you back to the Milano, It was a pretty cool ship, You could hear music playing from the speakers of the ship.

"Redbone ??"

"Yeah, Surprise you have music taste dude." He smirked playfully ruffling your hair.

You chuckled as you then pulled out a device. Your dad's ipod.

"This was all from my dad..., this is pretty much all I have of him"

Peter's expression softened as he gently rubbed your back.

"I'm really and truly sorry y/n" He gently wrapped his arms around you into a hug, warm and comforting. Making you feel safe.

"Uh, quill who's the stowaway ??" A voice spoke up, almost in a Brooklyn accent.

"Oh right, y/n this is rocket"

You looked over and saw a walking talking raccoon.

"Your... a raccoon ??"

"Hey, I ain't no flarking raccoon !!!, Ain't no thing like me 'cept me !!" He sort of angrily yelled.

"Don't worry about him, But I would say I would advise calling him that again in the future."

"Noted"

"Alright, well rocket. y/n is our newest member of the guardians."

"Oh great another humie" Rocket rolled his eyes.

You wondered if he didn't like you, but Quill told you that he just had a bit of a snappy attitude. Upon letting you meet Groot, Drax and Gamora, he showed you your room.

"Well, here we have your room. It may not look like much right now but you make it yours alright ??"

You nodded as you looked around, sitting down on the bed.

He smiled and left you alone, this felt good. A new home and potential new friends. It was gonna be awesome.

Over the next few weeks, you continued to get to know everyone, Groot and Peter were the best ones of the lot. But you noticed Rocket was closed off and still a bit of a dick to you. It made you a bit sad as like he didn't want to know you at all.

But one day, all of that changed, Peter noticed how distant Rocket was from you and decided to change that. He knew you two would be best buds, He just knew it. So one day, he set up a mission for the two of you.

"Ok Rocket, y/n. I need you two to head out to Pazar and protect and stop abilisks from getting into their power supply. They said they'll pay us good if we stop the deal."

"Got it" You confidently smiled.

Meanwhile, Rocket grumbled and rolled his eyes. It looked like he wasn't too pleased with the idea. But never the less he pulled through, The two of you arrived at Pazar and prepared for the ongoing attack.

"What's our game plan here dude ??"

"We lay these traps out for when they arrive, and once they trip on them we go in for the kill to stop them." Rocket smirked as he then began to set up the traps.

"Maybe this could help too ??" You then pulled out a few devices.

"What are these ??"

"Wireless electric tripwires." You confidently said as you showed him.

Rocket inspected your device, No manufacturer numbers, no serial numbers. Was this custom-made??

"You make these humie ??"

"Yeah, I've been making a fair bit of those when I was 14."

"This ain't that bad. Could work"

The two then heard roaring and readied up as 3 abilisks showed up and then readied up, Gearing your weapons as you two then fought the monsters from eating the power supply. It was a long tough battle. But then rocket's aero rig malfunctioned and left him wide open to be eaten. But as he was backing away. He was pushed out of the way and saw you get eaten.

"Y/N !!!"

He continued blasting it until he killed it. But you... All those things he said to you. He didn't mean any of them, he wished he could say sorry.

But before he left he heard a noise, coming from the beast's belly. It blasted open as you then crawled out. Covered in yellow gunk.

"Oh, that was so gross..." You said in disgust.

"Y/n..." Rocket was relieved to see you alive. "Don't go doing anything stupid like that !!!" He said more in a fearful voice than an angry one.

"Rocket you were going to die, I wasn't going to let you."

At that moment, Rocket realised how deep your loyalty was to all the guardians. It made him realise that you were willing to sacrifice your life for his. This made him regret shutting you out.

"Y/n... I... I'm sorry for what I said to you, For everything... The thing is... I was scared"

"Why were you scared ??"

"I had a lot of bad things happen in my life, It makes me scared of people."

It took a little bit but you clicked everything once you figured it out, You gently went over and kneeled to his height, His ears drooped and his eyes showing so much guilt for hurting you.

"Rocket... I promise you in my life. With my life, I will never hurt you. I would hate myself If I ever did something like that, You're my friend. Family to be exact."

Rocket looked down for a bit and then wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you. Not caring you were covered in the monster's insides. "Can we start over ??"

"Of course" You smiled

Rocket softly smiled as he then let go of the hug. Then smirking.

"Come on, let's head back. We need a shower, you mainly." He snickered

"Yeah, Let's go" You chuckled as you got up and headed back to the ship.

It was a rocky start from the beginning, But what happened then was now going to be the start of an amazing friendship.

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