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It started with grumbling. Muttered and incoherent words that roused Groot from his sleep. When he sat up and yawned, the thrashing started. First a tick in one foot, then a jarring, then Rocket's body shook and his voice rose; vague yells as he wrenched and fought violently with an assailant that wasn't there.

With each yell Groot shrank and took a step back, wide brown eyes staring in fear at his friend as he watched him seem to devolve right there before his eyes. And soon it was too much for the little flora. He turned and raced for the door, racing for someone who would make him feel safe again.

Gamora's room was only a little ways away from the one he and Rocket shared, and perhaps that had been by design. Because it was the first one that he reached.

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         “--We have grown close, before I would          have smashed her.”

Like an  i n s e c t  for her connection with the Accuser. But they were beyond that. She was a friend, family,  a fellow warrior.

                                              “Now she is my family. I will pass her to leave                                                her in peace,”

“Honestly, Gamora. You worry too much.” Repairs were still being done to the city, parts of the Dark Aster still decorated the ground--though a majority of it had been cannibalized by a few of the Ravagers that remained on the planet. “Once I’m done here, I’ll take a moment to rest.”

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For a second all Sam can do is blink, looking at her in surprise. They weren’t expecting that question, but now that’s it been asked, they can’t not answer it. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Their voice is soft though the memories that come with the confession are anything but. There had been a time where they had been angry at everything and everyone– or so it had seemed. The reality was that the only one they’d really been mad at was themself. 

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         ❝-- Now you're talkin' my language.❞

Being a hero had its perks, there was no doubting that but it also didn't come all that natural to Rocket, he'd spent so much time as a criminal that it was just part of his nature. It was undoubtedly much the same for Gamora, though in completely different areas, she was no theif and he was no assassin, not unless he was paid enough at the very least. -- It would be nice to let loose a little, not so much with the KILLING but stealing a few things and causing some trouble would be a pleasant reprieve from all the good deeds they’d been doing.

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❄ - Staying close to them to keep warm

It was just their luck that they had a mission somewhere so damn COLD, even the heat the ship was providing barely took the edge off and with Groot still growing, Rocket had handed over any blankets he'd had to ensure he'd be okay. Arms folded, he waited impatiently for SOMETHING to happen, whether they'd manage to catch the smugglers or they'd be told they'd gone elsewhere, he just didn't want to be stuck WAITING any longer.

The weight of a blanket suddenly around his shoulders initially startles him, gaze snapping upward and lips almost curled back in a snarl but it's stopped short as he realizes it's Gamora attempting to share her own warmth. Usually PRIDE would keep him from taking it but it was just too cold for that, instead he begrudgingly shuffled in closer to keep the blanket around both of them.

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◆ - Standing up for them

Having INSULTS slung his way isn't anything new, in fact he's fairly sure he'd be pretty weirded out if they went through some populated place without at least one comment, well meaning or otherwise. Even CHILDREN would get all soppy about him, as though he was some PET rather than the brains behind the Guardians of the Galaxy. -- Having someone stand up for him? Now THAT is new.

It stops him for a moment, gaze flicking up at Gamora in surprise. Perhaps it was part of the whole FAMILY thing, even if Quill saw fit to still continually insult him as he saw fit, it seemed other people weren't permitted to do the same.

         ❝-- Y' didn't have t' do that for me, y'know. I can         handle it myself.❞

There's no real sharpness to his voice despite his usual snappy attitude, if anything it comes out soft, appreciative of her efforts regardless of how futile.