rocket

“nothin’ bad? really, lady? you think the universe will be that nice to us?”

“yes i’m very aware!”

“that’s how you see all this? just somethin’ to do? man, you might have a more twisted sense of humor than me! and that’s sayin’ something!”

“that’s kinda my job. but sure, i’ll say yes just to make you feel special.”

“i’ve been ready for whatever’s comin’ for years now.”

“right.” he paused, one ear folded back as he thought. “don’t know why i keep gettin’ into teams-- it’s not too late to bail, is it?” he was mostly joking.

“sheesh, they do? good to know-- now i can hopefully avoid that in the future.” rocket’s face twisted in disgust. “organization don’t matter. chaos makes it harder for people to take advantage of you.”

“you’ve just earned a bunch’a respect from me, kid. and that’s a big honor!”

“the point of me is to do whatever the hell i want!”

“oh that’s what you were talkin’ ‘bout?” rocket yelled. “don’t talk about that guy, or i might accidentally ring your neck thinkin’ about him.”

“i ain’t a pigeon either, lady! thought if i was, i would peck your face off!”

rocket shrugged. “that ain’t so funny. people say whacked up things all the time-- and i let them know when they do.”

“mhmm. so why are you complainin’ about it then?”

“that’s rude! you humanoids have fur, it’s just only on your head! i’d rather have it everywhere than in only one spot!”

the mention of groot made him tense a bit, hands meeting in front of his chest and eyes diverting. “yeah, thor’s not half bad. i don’t run with anyone no more either-- or i guess i kinda do now. the avengers happened. it ain’t the same though.” after a moment he paused and then straightened up. “valkyrie. scrapper. nice to know.”