Gabriel Summers

  "I can offer some assistance in controlling abilities, yes. Why? Is that something you need help with?"

"I just don't want to be a freak for once. There are times I think I'm a monster"

Would it be bad if I asked you the same thing?

"They are afraid of what I can do to laugh. I've got the codename Vulcan because of that" He commented seriously. "Don't piss me off"

Would it be bad if I asked you the same thing?

"Vulcan, and no stark trek references, please. I hate those jokes"

Would it be bad if I asked you the same thing?

Rocket paused a moment, glancing down at his soda for a moment, “If anyone starts busting your nuts, you come find me, got it? A blaster in the face will straighten anyone out,” he accepted the offering and opened it, taking a small bite of it, “Quill never told me how good Earth food is! I’m gonna get him good!”

"Thank you" He commented affably. "Although it would be better not to hurt people unless it's absolutetly necesary, don't you think so?" He commented with a discreet smile on his face. "So, are you waiting for your friend to bring your ship so you can go back to your planet?" He responded as he ate his chocolate.

Well… That wasn’t what he was expecting. Kid looked barely thirteen.  Why the hell would he try to live on his own? “You trying to prove a point? Living on your own bites the dust, I would know.” He blinked, his mind  flashing back to his orphan days. Constant running. It was hell, but it was own personal bit of hell. “Oh, and just call me Quill.”

"My old man left me when I started doing this. I don't know where he is and I don't think I want to know about him" He responded trying to sound like it didn't matter but he miserably failed. "At least I've got something that helps me to take care of  myself" He responded quietly.

"And besides that, where are your parents? Someone your age, you shouldn’t be running about alone."

"Mom died when she gave birth. And well, I don't know where dad is. He just left me 100 bucks and a bus ticket and he left"

"People from outer space thinks it’s weird that I talk. Though I do have guns. Really big guns. And you don’t seem weird. I don’t let idiots bother me to much anyways," he responded, scratching at his ear before taking a drink of the soda. His eyes widened a bit and he grinned, "This shit’s good!"

"In a way that's why they get more scared. I'm something called a mutant. That means there is something inside my genes that allows me to do things.  It's basically like I'm weapon but I don't need guns" He commented as he took two bars of Sneakers.  "Wait until you have chocolate" He offered him one of his own.

"I'm kind of weird around here, so don't pay attention to them, okay?" He responded as he ate some chips. 

"Damn straight I’m no one’s pet!" he watched the kid sit down and start digging around in his pack. He grinned and rubbed his hands together as the kid pulled out chips and soda, "Hell yeah I want some! I’m Rocket by the way,"

"There you go" He said placing the food besides him. "I usually have to eat a lot too. Otherwise, I start getting sick" He commented pointed out a bunch of food he had on his pack. "I'm Gabriel" He sat beside him. "You are not from around, aren't you?"

It was a kid, shit.Okay, he couldn’t be angry with a kid, “It’s whatever kid. Just no petting. Got it? Also, where can I guy get a bite to eat around here?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Who hurt you?”