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HOOKED ON A FEEEEELIN’

All I can really say is THANK YOU to my 100+ followers for showing an interest in this blog.  It’s been one week exactly since I started writing for Rocket, and it’s always daunting to enter a fandom you’ve admired from the outskirts for years but never been a part of.  Thank you to everyone for being so welcoming.

Her body ached. That was Gamora’s first realization. It wasn’t just a soreness that seeped into her bones, but a gnawing pain in her abdomen and crawling ache that gripped her spine and chest, her head feeling as if it would explode. She remembered...the stadium. High-rising seats filled with the shouts of those that wanted to see her dead. This time may not be her own, but her sins followed her all the same. And these people would see her pay for them with her blood.

Fighters came one after the other, sometimes in groups, and Gamora was given no quarter, not even a moment’s breath. She held out pretty well, She was, after all, a daughter of Thanos, and his favorite at that. The fighting stretched into forever until the smell of blood hung thick in the air and dripped from her stolen blades. 

And then...

And then the Guardians.

However they got there, she wasn’t sure, but one moment she was alone and the in the next several others stood at her side. No one ever stood by her side. At one point she’d been pressed back to back with the one named Quill, another moment by Nebula’s side, and they faced the tide together. Eventually, she’d taken a blown too hard and—

                    ❝   i thought i told you i wanted to be alone.   ❞

The Winter Soldier prompts - accepting!

“Hey, you’re the one always callin’ me a jerk, QUILL!  Now you’re gettin’ all sarcastic on me because I said somethin’ that COULD be considered NICE?  Ya can’t have it both ways!”

It was no secret that there was a certain rivalry between Quill and Rocket, but in a way, it was how they showed each other that they cared.  Deep down, they were a family.  The only family Rocket had ever known, besides Groot.  Rocket had never felt so alone in all his years than right after the snap, when he lost it all.  Those five years were agony, even with Nebula by his side.  But now here they were, almost whole.. minus Gamora.  Even Rocket could admit he missed her.

“So YEAH.  I AM gonna say it!”  He had gripped Quill’s cheeks roughly in his claws and yanked him further down to his level, face to face.  He almost looked angry, but lord knows that it was almost physically painful for Rocket to actually get mooshy like this.“I care about you, ya jackass!  So quit mopin’ around and doin’ stoopid crap to try make yourself feel more alive!”  He released his grip, shoving Quill away by the face, snorting a huff.  “Now go shave or eat some fruit or somethin’, you’re gettin’ pudgy and slobby.  Sheesh.”