Summary: rocket gets a little too touchy in front of Marlon!
Parring: streamer!reader x rocket
Note:ďżźsuper rushed! Donât really like how it turned out, and ending is not the greatest but anyways hope you guys like it!ďżź
You and rocket have been dating for a while itâs no secret, especially to Marlon so when he invited you to come on stream today he was a bit hesitant.ďżź
You pulled up to the faze house and text Marlon that you were here shortly after you saw Marlon coming out of the house with rocket right behind him
You, Marlon and Lacy were going to do a cooking stream today but the twisted was that you had to be blindfold and Marlon had to be deaf while being handcuffed to Lacy while Lacy was mute to say the least that this was going to be a interesting streamâŚ.
You greeted Marlon and you hug rocket and shortly afterwards all of you went inside to wait for Lacy because he was behind schedule, you all went to Marlon room and reacted to coms but you felt rocket eyes on you the whole time,after maybe 30 minutes had gone by and you and Marlon were getting impatient, waiting for Lacy
You and Marlon decided to just start getting all the things ready but when you and Marlon went into the kitchen it was a mess,there was bags of chips and dirty dishes on the counter that you were supposed to bake on, when Marlon saw this he groaned clearly annoyed
Knowing that if we didnât clean up now we would have to wait even longer until the main segment starts so we started to clean and as we were cleaning you were cleaning the counter you accidentally knocked over a cup off the counter thankfully it had nothing inside of it,as you bend down to grab it you felt a cold hand slap your ass and unfortunately to Marlonâs and 900k viewers eyes they all saw
You quickly got up and saw rocket with a big grin on his face, you honestly forgot you were live and that Marlon was still in the room until he said âoh hell nah yall some freaksâ you got slightly embarrassed but when you turned to rocket he had no remorse just that stupid hot grin âRocket! We are liveâ you said as you smacked hisďżźshoulder.
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First of all the way you write rocket is genuinely amazing. Eating up everything you put up on your page with him.
And second, i was wondering if you would be ok with writing rocket x reader where reader comes out as asexual to him. And at first Rocket thinks the problem is him and the way he looks but the reader explains that there's nothing wrong to his looks, it's just how they are.
A little hurt comfort maybe where it's just a misunderstanding.
Hope you are having a good day and thank you
Here you go <3 I really hope this is kinda what you were thinking because I got VERY carried away
and if i implied anything in a bad way im sorry ;;
You sat on the large couch in the common area, re-reading the book you had read probably hundreds of times at this point. You could hear the laughter of Peter and Rocket from the front of the ship, and every now and then the sounds of someone walking around on the upper decks.Â
âIâll be right back, Pete.â You heard Rocket say, your eyes lifting from your book as you heard him making his way to where you were. âHey sweets.â Rocket said, taking his usual spot next to you, âHey Rocky.â You smiled, looking over at him. âThat damn book again? Youâve just about ruined it for yourself havenât you?â He chuckled, âNo, no. It still reads the same way it did as when I first picked it up.âÂ
You could tell by his eyes, he wanted something.
âArenât you supposed to be helping Peter, you know, steer and navigate and what not?â You asked, raising a brow at him. âWell,â He said quietly, scooting closer to you, âPeteâs got it.. I have some time,â He started, hand placed on your thigh and slowly creeping upwards. Your breath hitched, âOh, uh, you know, not right now, Rocket. Maybe later tonight..â You said, seeing the disappointment in his face, his ears twitched ever so slightly. He pulled his hand away. âAlright.â He said, leaning back into the cushion. âThatâs what you said every other night..â He mumbled, standing back up almost as soon as he was getting comfortable. âRock-â You started, almost tempted to reach out to him. âNo, I get it, itâs fine. Yâknow Peter probably needs me anyway, gotta help him with his shit all the time.â He huffed, feigning a smile. You opened your mouth to try and stop him, but he just stared at you. You closed your lips, eyes darting back down to the book, listening to his footsteps almost hurrying back to the pilot area.Â
You dropped the book into your lap, hands cupping your face as you sighed heavily, trying not to cry. How were you going to tell him?Â
-
âI just donât get it, man.â Peter shrugged, glancing over at the slightly irritated raccoon. âWhy donât you just ask her what's up?â âI donât think it's that easy, Pete.â Rocket huffed, staring out into the darkness of space. âI mean, everyone has needs, sheâs gotta come around to it eventually, right? I mean, yeah it's a little weird, yâknow, you being a raccoon and all and sheâs-â Peter felt the side eye from Rocket, âBut she likes or loves you or whatever, soo..â âHow do you do it?â Rocket asks, Peter raising a brow. âYou boast about all these women youâve been with, including Gamora, how do you get them to, yâknow..â His voice trailed off, almost embarrassed to be asking this damn question. Peter snickered, âHow do I get them in bed with me? Now Rocket, that is private information that I donât think I want to share with you.â He teased, âBut, I guess itâs just my charm.â When Peter didnât get a response from the normally snappy raccoon, his eyebrows almost softened, feeling bad for his best friend.Â
âLook man, you gotta flirt with her and shit. Donât be such an asshole all the time, like, tell her how beautiful she is, compliment her and stuff.â Peter shrugged, âI do!â Rocket threw his arms up, âOr at least I think I do. Am I that much of an asshole that she wonât even sleep with me? I mean Iâve tried, Iâve made moves, we sleep in the same damn bed half the time! She just rolls away or mumbles ânot tonightâ again and again. Why the hell are you humies so stuck up sometimes?!â
Peter glanced over at him, doing one of those half ass-white Terran smiles. Peter was catching on to what you were feeling.Â
âWhat?â âNothing, nothing.â Peter shook his head, eyes back on the literal space in front of him.Â
âYouâre no help either, dammit.â He hopped out of his chair, âIâm going to talk to Drax.â Rocket waved his paw at Peter, climbing the ladder to the next level up.
Peter shook his head, thinking he had to go talk to you to try and figure this out and help his friend if he could.
-
âDrax!â Rocket banged on the large metal door, sliding open to reveal the tall, muscular man who resided behind it. âYes?â Drax asked, almost confused as to what Rocket could possibly need from him right now.Â
âGotta talk to you.â The raccoon said, sliding past Drax, âAnd close the damn door, I donât need anyone, especially Y/N to hear.â He relaxed hearing the metals connect to the closing door.Â
âSo,â Drax started,Â
âHow do you get a woman in bed?âÂ
Rocket asked flatly, almost catching Drax off guard. âYou came in here to ask me how to make love to a woman?â âNo no, Jesus, not make love, I can do that shit, but how do you convince her in the first place? I mean you had a kid, obviously you know what youâre doing.â Drax sat on his bed, watching Rocket climb into the chair across from him. âYouâre trying to have sex with Y/N?â âYes! Duh, who the hell else? But she just..wonât.â Rocket shrugged, swaying side to side in the chair, âWell when I met my wife..â Drax trailed off, thinking for a moment about her. âWe fell in love, and made our beautiful daughter. Maybe you two are not in love.â Rocket stared at him blankly, âWe definitely are.â He said confidently.Â
â..Maybe it is because you are small, and hairy. And sort of ugly.â Drax stated, Rocket baring his teeth slightly at him. âShit, youâre as much help as Pete is.â He groaned, rubbing his eyes.Â
âHave you considered just asking?â Drax suggested, âPeter said the same damn thing. The hell do you guys want me to do? Just walk up all âOh hey Y/N, wanna have sex with me?â I donât think so.â Rocket argued.
âYes.â Drax said matter of factly.Â
âYou know what, screw this.â Rocket jumped from the chair and made his way to the door. âAnd so help me Drax if you say a word to anyone about this I will claw your damn eyes out.â The door shut heavily behind a very disheveled Rocket.
-
âY/N? Y/N!â You heard your name being called, the voice approaching from down the hall. You set down the dish you were cleaning and leaned out the door of the kitchen, seeing Peter poking his head into all the hallway doors looking for you, âWhatâs up?â You asked, raising your brow. âYou free?â Peter asked, causing confusion on your end. âUh.. yeah, why? Something happened? Need some help up front?â âNo, I just have a question for you.â Peter walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter as you picked your dish back up and continued to clean. âAsk away.âÂ
You could hear Peter swallow, almost nervous.Â
âHave you and Rocket ever..â He trailed off, anticipating you to start telling him ot fuck off and mind his own business. Instead you became ridgid, feeling all the color wash from your face. âI-I donât mean to be intruding!â He tried to save himself from the awkward conversation ahead, noticing you tense. âWhy?â You asked quietly.
âWell, ugh this feels so weird to talk about and I probably shouldnât be but, Rocket came to me and like, asked how to get with a woman..in that..situation..because he said you wouldnât..â His voice was quiet, almost like a child afraid to be scolded.Â
You let out a heavy breath, setting down your plate. âI know what you mean.â You didnât even bother looking over at him.Â
âDo you even..want to?âÂ
âYes, well, no, but not no in a bad way. Itâs just..Iâm..â You dropped your shoulders,
âIs it Rocket?â âNo, of course not. Itâs definitely me.âÂ
âOh. I get it. Then why donât you talk to him. Let him know..?Â
You let out an accidental laugh, âHa! Easier said than done.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â
âCome on Pete, you know Rocket. How he reacts to shit.â
What you didnât know was the keen ears of a raccoon had picked up on his name on your lips down the hall, stopping in his place to eavesdrop.
âI just canât do that, Iâm not into it, yâknow? You seem to have figured that out.â You said.Â
Rockets ears pinned to his head, clicking his tongue, âWhatever..â He brushed off the hurt, continuing on his way down the hall, failing to listen to the next words out of your mouth.
âI love him, everything about him. But I just donât feel those feelings. And I never really have for anyone, anything even. I donât know if Rocket would believe me if I tried to explain that to him..â You rubbed your temples, Peter trying to think, trying to help the both of you.Â
âI thought Iâd be able to figure this out if I heard both stories here but, youâre right, heâd probably just assume the worst. I really just think you gotta tell him. I know it wonât be easy, but he doesnât know what to think, heâs confused as to why whenever he makes a move you shy away everytime. He needs some type of explanation, and you need to stop hiding it from him if you really love him.âÂ
You closed your eyes and shook your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. âYouâre right.â âPer usual.â Peter said coyly, earning himself a death glare, âOk, sorry not the time for that. But, Iâll leave you to it then. I donât know where he went after he brushed my advice off. He couldnât have gone far.â Peter waved, âBut it is getting late, he mightâve decided to head to your- his-Â the room for the night. Iâm gonna do the same soon.â He suggested, leaving the kitchen and heading back to his captain seat.Â
Gotta tell him, donât you?Â
This was a lot for you to decide.
You wanted to tell him, but then again itâs Rocket. Snarky, aggressive, jumping to conclusions, Rocket.
-
You had made your final rounds of checking on everyone before you headed to yours and Rockets shared room. Saying your goodnights and making sure doors were secured, lights that werenât needed were off.
Were you stalling? Yes, for sure. You now knew Rocket had some type of suspicion about why you wouldnât engage with him, and you became nervous to even enter the room, afraid to get either berated, interrogated, anything. You just werenât ready to come out to him yet.
You slowly opened the door, prepared for what you thought was to come.
But nothing.Â
âYouâre in here early.â You said wearily, noticing how calm he was.
That was unusual for him.Â
âYeah, had some shit in here to do, figured get it done before Peter talks my ears off about getting it done.â His back was facing you.
Normally he would get up, hug you, kiss you, tease you, anything. But he was scarily..normal.Â
âOh, alright. Sounds good.â Your nervous eyes darted around the room, searching for your pajamas to grab to get an excuse to go to the bathroom and escape the tense air.Â
âYou left them on the bathroom floor when ya changed earlier.â Rocket read your mind, âThanks.â You hurried into the bathroom, closing the door and letting out a heavy sigh.
Gotta tell him, gotta tell him. Dammit! Just tell him.
A knock at the door. âYou good? I gotta piss, hurry it up.â Rocket almost hissed. You didnât realize how long you had been sitting there.Â
âSorry.â You practically tore off your clothes and got into your pajamas, opening the door and getting right into your bed.Â
How were you gonna approach this?
You heard the trickle of urine hitting water, your heart speeding up.
Gotta tell him.
The flush of the toilet.
The bathroom lights went out, and out came Rocket in his own pajamas, which was just a pair of loose pants.Â
He got back into his chair at his desk, the sound of screwdrivers hitting screws, wires snapping with electricity.Â
âSo, um.â You started, picking at the skin around your nails. âI know earlier I said we could..tonight..âÂ
You glanced over at him when his tinkering noises silenced. Ears twitched with irritation, flattening ever so slightly.Â
âI already know the damn answer. Itâs no, again.âÂ
âYes, But, I need to tell you something-â
âOh,â He spun, looking at you harshly, âI already know the damn answer.âÂ
âYou do..?â You asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Who told him? How did he find out? A god, he was a lot more mad than you thought he would be.Â
âI sure as hell do. And I donât need to hear another word outta your damn mouth.â He snapped, eyes staring into yours.
âI didnât think youâd be that mad about it.âÂ
âYou gotta be shittinâ me, Y/N.â He laughed.Â
You almost cracked a smile, assuming his laughter meant you had mistaken his anger.Â
But you were so wrong.
âYouâre not into it, I know that now. Not into me, not into the way I look, I bet thats what it fuckinâ is. You just canât do it.â He seethed, anger leaking from his tone.
âWait, Rocky, what-?â You sat up into your bed. âOh donât âRockyâ me. I heard you and Pete. I heard what you said. I love you, Y/N and you just go and say some shit like that? Ya just canât do it.â He mocked you with the last line, turning back to face away from you to pool in anger.
âYou were spying on us.â You mumbled. âIt's hard not to spy when youâre just blurting names out willy nilly.â
âYou didnât hear the whole fucking conversation!â You snapped back, causing Rocket to shift in his seat and turn an ear to you.Â
âOh yeah? And what else did you say? How much I disgust you? How you would never sleep with me? How Iâm probably just some dumb idiot who-â
âRocket! God dammit listen to me! You shouted at him, your tone laced with frustration.Â
He turned to you, placing his hands behind his head. âFuckinâ speak your peace then.âÂ
Your face dropped.Â
You had to do it now, with his attention.
âI..Iâm..â You stumbled over your words getting caught in your throat.Â
âRight.â He scoffed, getting out of his chair. âIâm getting a drink.â Rocket made his way to the door,Â
Hand reaching for the handle..
Just say it.
âIâm asexual.â You whispered.
âWhat?â His ears perked up, body turning to you. âYouâre what..?âÂ
âAsexual.â You swallowed the nervous lump, waiting for him to start some shit.
âThat's.. It? This whole time?â âA long time, actually. I just.. Didnât know how to tell you..how youâd react.â His gaze softened as he made his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed.Â
âSo itâs..not the way I look or..â âOh god no, Rock, I think you are the most handsome guy in the galaxy. You have an attractive personality, too. I just donât feel those feelings like you do. And Iâm sorry if I canât give you what you-â
âShut up.â Rocket said lowly, taking you back. âWhat?â âYou donât have to apologize, you idiot. You couldâve just told me. I wouldâve been fine with it. I mean, I am fine with it. Just.. kinda mad it took you so long. Do you not trust me or somethinâ?âÂ
You breathed a sigh of relief, âI do trust you, I just assumed youâd be angry.â
âWell you know what they say about assuming.â He teased. âIâm just glad to know you donât think Iâm an ugly fuck or some shit.âÂ
You tousled the fur on his head, âOf course I donât think that.â âThank god, your opinion is the only personâs that matters to me.â Rocket chuckled, sliding off the bed and back into his chair.Â
âNow câmere, I need you to help me with this, and I want your beautiful dumbass next to me.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, pulling up your own chair beside him, both of you leaning over the desk in the low light of the desk lamp.Â
âSo, Y/N, when weâre done with this, can you um.. Educate me a little on the whole asexual shit? Iâm tech smart, not that smart. Donât wanna make a fool of myself.â He said softly.
Warnings: risky talk?, no Thor but very important for the story line, cute Rocket
Masterpost
A/N: So I feel like I do need to give you all a heads up seeing as this is a Thor x Reader fic. There is no Thor in this one. This is the first chapter that does not have him but itâs all within the story line, I promise. Hang in there! I had fun writing a slightly different side to Rocket in this one and didnât expect to have as much fun putting him with Bruce as I did. I hope you like it! xoxo Always glad to hear from you. Enjoy!
The days immediately following Thor's departure were some of the toughest days you've faced since the world ended. Thatâs not saying much since almost nothing is worse than what happened. Still, it was tough not only dealing with your bed suddenly having a Thor shaped vacancy but getting around the facility was also difficult.
You woke up in the mornings with intense pain in your side and then you had to limp to the cane that Pepper had found for you so that you could make your way to the kitchen to eat. It turned out that the pain in your leg had been a fracture. If there was one thing that made it all okay, it was that Thor wasnât around to see you struggle with your injuries. After his reluctance to leave, you were sure that he would have freaked out and probably carried you everywhere. The latter wasnât such a bad thing, just unnecessary.
As you walk into the kitchen again you find Tony slumped in a stool by the counter. He turns to look at you with surprisingly clear eyes. Heâs not drunk anymore and yet thereâs that same look of contemplation from the night of the attack as he looks at you. He doesnât say anything and neither do you.
He gets up and takes his transparent glass, with some type of green juice in it, with him. He disappears down the hall without another glance at you.
With him gone you move to the fruit bowl in the corner and take an orange. You stand there awkwardly, the orange given a squeeze as you stare at the empty kitchen.
You had never had a problem being alone before everyone disappeared. Youâd craved solitude in some instances but now that youâve found Thor again, being alone like this makes you feel so empty that you think you might cry. Unwilling to give in to these dark emotions you slowly find your way to the lab.
As you walk in you find Bruce and Rocket arguing at the tables full of equipment. Rocket is leaning over something protectively while Bruce tries to get a better look at whatever it is Rocket is hiding.
âI donât know what youâre thinking but you canât fuse that with an unstable Chitauri grenade. Where did you even get it, anyway?â You can tell Bruce is stressed by simply hearing his voice.
âThatâs none of your business. I donât ask you where you got your Hulk mutation formula, do I?â Rocket sounds more relaxed than he looks.
âYouâve asked me like, ten times!â Bruce almost growls.
âI don't remember that.â Rocket shakes his head then leans back and exposes his project to Bruce though you still cannot see it. Youâre slow, at the moment, and barely reach the table when Bruce points at the space in front of Rocket.
âWhatâs that? That looks like some sort of power core.â
âWhat? This?â Rocket holds up a small glass tube that shines with a shiny yellow light. From this distance you canât see what causes the glow. âIt's just a battery.â
âThat doesnât look like any sort of battery Iâve ever seen. Do you have any idea what you could do with that grenade alone? Youâre going to blow up my lab!â
âOnly if Iâm lucky.â Rocket jokes then brushes Bruce off. âDonât worry, Doc, I know what Iâm doing.â
You clear your throat and Bruce finally notices you. âNot possible.â He replies to Rocket before moving towards you, his hands clutching a screwdriver. âPlease, just be careful.â He turns it over in his hands over and over again as he approaches. When heâs close enough he takes in your injuries with slightly narrowed eyes.
âEverything okay?â You peek over his shoulder at Rocket.
âHuh?â Bruce looks over his shoulder and then brings his gaze back to you. âOh, yeah. I just wasn't expecting to have to host a talking raccoon who builds weapons of mass destruction.â
You smile because Rocket really is unique. You can see how having to keep an eye on him might be stressful for someone like Bruce.
âHow are you feeling?â Bruce gestures at your leg. âRhodey told me you fractured your leg?â
âAnd my ribs.â You nod. âIâm fine. Did they manage to lock up the rest of the serum?â
Bruce moves over towards his work station where the scanner looking for Thor's people is still running. You carefully sit yourself down, angling the chair so you can look at Bruce. You finally begin to peel and eat your orange.
âThey did. Pepper and Nat went back out to see if they could trace the men that attacked that night.â
âThat night, Pepper said something about Super Soldiers in Siberia, I thought Captain America was the only Super Soldier?â
âNo. Steve wasnât even the first one. Then there was Bucky after him. You probably know him as the Winter Soldier?â
âOh.â You look down at your hands in surprise, chewing on an orange slice.
âBut he'sâŚheâs gone now. And the ones in Siberia. Theyâre also dead. We thought the serum was gone but if itâs out on the streets who knows what we're in for? It could mean big trouble.â
His dire expression raises questions in your mind suddenly. âI thought the serum just made you stronger?â
âNo, not just stronger. It does that, but Cap says it does much more. It enhances the person you are. Thatâs why with the Cap, well he is who he is. If youâre evil at heart I guess it'll make it so that you look it too. Cap said that was why the Red Skull got all,â Bruce gestures at his face, a disgusted expression overtaking him. âthose changes to his face.â
âThe Red Skull?â
âYeah he was the leader of Hydra way back in World War II.â
You allow his words to sink in. His explanation on the Super Soldiers was not what you had expected but it wasnât far off.
âSo, if one of those people out in the streets with the stolen serum were to take it, what exactly would you guys be looking at?â
âWell, if itâs anything like what happened to the Cap; increased endurance, zero fatigue, more strength, speed, intelligence, accelerated healing, and a being with an increased lifespan.â Bruce counts off each ability as he scribbles numbers on a pad from the scanner's screen. âAlong with impossible to determine side effects.â
âIncreased lifespan?â You can hear your voice rise slightly. âWhat do you mean? Theyâll live longer?â
âWell, when the Cap was found in the ice he hadnât aged a day. However, when he was analyzed they determined that he was indeed still aging but at a rate so slow that he'll no doubt, outlive all of us. Except maybe Thor. AndâŚmeâŚâ
Bruce stops, distracted by his own words. You too are so consumed with his words and the picture it paints that you try to find something else to distract yourself with.
âHave there been any new possible coordinates?â
âWhat? Oh, a few. If he comes back empty handed, then I have a few more he might be able to try.â
You sigh heavily, not excited in the least to have Thor come back only to leave you again.
âI know it must be hard for you, to have him leave again?â
âYeah, well, it canât be helped. Heâs the King of Asgard first. I think I wanna go home.â You sound like you suddenly realize this. That right at that moment, you want to be at home.
âEr, please donât go because of what I said. Thor would prefer it if you stay here, where itâs safe, Iâm sure. Plus, he'll kill me.â Thor would most definitely not kill him, but Bruce comes out from behind his workspace and stands nervously watching you from a few feet away.
âIt's not really safe here though.â You give him a kind smile but begin to move towards the doors slowly. âAt least not any safer than I would be in my own house. Besides, it'll be easier for him to come and go if Iâm not here. I donât want to be a distraction for him.â
âWell, at least let me ask Pepper to get someone to fly you there?â
âI'll take her.â Rocketâs voice is surprisingly close.
You freeze and slowly turn to look at him. Bruce's face brightens up. âReally? I mean, are you sure?â He says trying to look a little less excited.
âOh, donât sound so concerned. I know you would rather I wasn't in your lab. And anyway, I know where she lives. Come on, Trouble.â Rocket walks past you carrying a small metal box under his arm in the middle of which is the small glass tube youâd seen him with.
âPlease, donât lose her Rocket. Thor would be upset."
It takes you an hour to pack the few things youâd brought with you. Just clothes mostly. Somehow your things had found their way all around Thor's room.
When you board the ship in the large hangar, you donât notice him at first, you see Tony watching you from the hangar's comm room. You stare, and he stares right back. Is he smirking?! Bastard! Heâs happy youâre leaving?
Rocket gets his ship, the Benatar, going and you find a seat a little deeper and away from the cockpit than where youâd sat with Thor when he'd picked you up.
At first the two of you fly along in silence. You slowly get more comfortable. First, you lean back in your seat, mindful of your ribs as you do. You canât help but wince. Second, you put your bag on the seat beside you, relief washes over you as the weight disappears. It was making your ribs burn. Third, you stretch out your leg, this also hurts. Finally, when you can no longer take the silence you clear your throat quickly.
âWhy did you offer to bring me home?â
âI donât know. Something to do?â Rocket shrugs his little shoulders but then shakes his head. âYouâre Thorâs lady.â
You smile, the words sounding so sweet and very true on Rocketâs lips. Maybe itâs because youâd only ever heard him speak in anger or with sarcasm but truth was nice on his lips.
âI guess I wanted to make sure you get home safe. I knew from the tone of your voice and the stupid conversation the Doc was having with you that you werenât going to change your mind so,â
You slowly get to your feet as your eyes find that Zune from before. You balance on your third leg and after making your way slowly to the music player you give Rocket a nervous glance.
âI might as well bring you myself and make sure Thor knows that you arrived in one piece when he gets back.â
The ship is suddenly filled with the rock piano beginning of âI Want You Backâ by the Jackson 5, then comes the guitar, bass, and the vocals.
âHey, donât touch that!â Rocket gripes. Heâs not shouting at you, but he is annoyed with you. He presses a few buttons then rushes up from his seat behind the control console to the Zune in the wall. He shuts off the music quickly, and you can see that returned pain from before.
You move away from the Zune in the wall and sit down on the closest chair, not the one youâd first sat in. Your elbow hits a hard piece of plastic as you settle in and the cabin is suddenly filled with a strange array of beeps that remind you of your old Nintendo from when you were a kid. You pick up the portable gaming console and look the screen over as little figures race across it.
âIâm sorry.â You put the console down and shove your hands between your knees ignoring the protest from your fractured leg, as Rocket races over to pick up the screen and hold it close to his chest.
âStop apologizing.â He grumbles. âWhat are you some sort of serial apologizer?â
âI-what?â You cock your head to the side in complete and utter confusion.
âIâve been listening to you talk to the Avengers the past couple of days. You keep apologizing for everything. Stop it.â He demands and turns to walk towards the front of the cabin.
âIâm-â You stop as Rocket turns to frown at you. âWhat do you want me to do then?â
âI donât know, why donât you start kicking some ass and stop playing the weak little damsel in distress?â
Your heart stutters as you feel suddenly exposed. Has he read your mind? Is that one of his abilities? Does he have more than just the ability to be a sarcastic mess and build bombs? Heâs pushed a button and you canât really hide it, so you steer it in a direction that might be believable. You laugh without humor, finally bringing your eyes up to stare at his expecting expression.
âIâm not exactly on par with anyone that Iâve been in the company of the past couple of days. Everyone that Iâve met is stronger than me. Pepper, James, Bruce, Natasha, and youâre terrifying and obviously dangerous, otherwise Thor wouldnât have tried to protect me when you got mad at me before.â Your thoughts drift to the moment youâd first noticed that Rocket was missing someone. Heâd shouted at you not to call him a Raboon, though youâd clearly said Raccoon.
âWhat are you talking about? Youâre the most dangerous person I know.â Rocket waves your statement off, his voice climbing and dropping in pitch as if what he says is truth and not just nonsense. Youâre the one speaking nonsense.
âRocket, Iâm the only human with no power or skill among you. I could never hurt any of you.â Though you donât regret that slap you gave Tony, youâre sure that it probably didnât hurt him.
Rocket places the portable gaming console on a shelf hidden beneath a large monitor.
âYouâre crazy, lady. Youâve got Thor wrapped around your little finger.â He turns and shows you his way tiny little finger and wiggles it in your direction. âYou two share a bedroom. Just wait until heâs asleep and then sock him in the balls.â
You canât help but smile and drift into thought as he returns to the Captainâs chair. He sighs heavily as he takes manual control back.
âThose things I touched, they belonged to people you lost.â You arenât asking but Rocket nods once.
âYeah, I lost âem. Whole damn lot of âem.â He gets very quiet as he speaks, you strain to hear him over the sounds of the ship. âI told Thor I had a lot to lose andâŚI did. I shouldnâta left âem.â You can hear the guilt in his voice and it makes your own heart ache for his loss.
âIâm so sorry, Rocket. I wish that made some type of difference but itâs all I can offer.â
âDonât worry about it. And donât worry about me hurting you. Youâre Thorâs lady. I ainât gonna hurt ya.â Again, his words give you a strange sense of comfort. Was making this trip the right decision? It had to be.
When you arrive home, Rocket doesnât stay. He promises to let Thor know that youâre okay, âdespite the pirate limp.â He says with a smirk. You tell him goodbye and watch him until heâs long gone.
For the next week you pace your apartment, if pacing is what you can call it. Youâre reliant on your cane so you walk when you can but sit when you canât, which is a lot of the time. Itâs nice to be back in your little one-bedroom apartment, though you glare at your kitchen sink every time you pass it since you never actually finished the dishes before you left with Thor. And now with your ribs and your leg, you canât stand long enough to finish them. On the seventh day, after a long stretch of pacing as the sun begins to stream in through the large windows bathing your living room in warm and comforting sunlight, you slowly lower yourself onto the couch. You give your arms a long look, tracing several of the larger scratches. You look down at your legs, left exposed from wearing shorts, and trace the large cuts on those too. You look towards the windows, stare for several long minutes as you admire the way the beams of light refract through the glass, then look over at your bag. Still unpacked. Sitting with the zipper open on the table beside your sofa. You reach into the bag, close your hand around something, then rest it in the small space between your leg and the sofaâs arm.
You consider your closed fist for another minute and finally resolve yourself. Youâre going to do it. Youâve thought it through for a whole week. Thor isnât back yet. And you have no other options.
Slowly you open your fist and let your eyes finally gaze upon the small, and very stolen, glass vial of Super Soldier serum.
Rocket has a crush on the reader and he doesn't like it when the other Guardians talk to them or joke around so he starts trying to spend as much time as the reader as he can - anon
Reply:Â Okay, Iâm going to write it as if the reader is a similar type of species to Rocket, because I think itâs kind of strange to have him in a pairing with a human/ humanoid alien? Hope you donât mind
Sorry, this went a little very dark, not sure why - it took on a life of itâs own. Hope you like it anyway
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Rocket smirked as he walked into the room and spotted Y/N. Heâd heard you talking to everyone else, and had a plan to get you to himself. You were a fox - quite literally according to Quill. You were intelligent - had gone through the same type of hell that Rocket himself had. So when they found you during a job, it had almost gone without saying the you got to stay.
You were a loud mouth, rarely bothered to keep your thoughts to yourself. You liked to wind people up, joke and laugh and have fun. You liked having everyoneâs attention; it made you feel confident, like you belonged.
You were sitting up on the table, laughing about something with everyone else around you - the centre of attention. Rocket jumped up on an empty chair before climbing onto the table to join you.
âWhatâs so funny?â Rocket asked, sitting down on a box.
âWas just telling then about this time when I was on Terra and I managed to trick a bunch of Terrans into thinking I was a Terran animal so I could steal all their stuffâ
He laughed, âHowâd you manage that?â
âMy back was damn killing me after, dude - going around on all fours like that. Arms and legs too, seriously.â you laughed.
He nodded, âBeen there, you and me weâre better sticking to two feetâ
âYou said itâ
Quill leant forward on one elbow, âSo you guys never go about like regular animals?â
âHey! Take that back - we ainât animalsâ Rocket snapped.
âNot any moreâ you added under your breath, âNah, I got a metal rod in my back and all that keeping me stand up right - nothing like a âregular animalâ, Star Doucheâ you scoffed. You folded your arms across your chest.
He held his hands up in defense, âSorryâ
âCanât believe you just said thatâ Rocket growled, âWe donât bring up your issuesâ
âI donât have issues!â Quill protested immediately. You and Rocket both fell about the place laughing.
You sat up, wiping the tears of laugher from your eyes, âOh man, you really donât want us to go thereâ you said, managing to make it sound like the most serious of threats.
He was going to protest further, but actually gave the subject a thought and decided to bow out. He got up and walked away with out saying anything, having given you both a dirty look.
Rocket chuckled, âWhat an assholeâ
âDude, weâre all assholesâ you said, elbowing him and shaking your head.
He sat up and smiled proudly, âYeahâ getting to his feet he offered you a hand up, âCome on, Iâve got something to show youâ
âAlrightâ
You followed Rocket back to his room. Once inside he started digging through one of his drawers, shortly after he pulled out a gun. It was big, black with orange details and you knew for a fact that it packed a punch. âHereâ he offered it to you, you took it, looking it over, âI ainât using it any more since I found that oneâ he indicated another gun leaning against the wall, âIâve made a couple of adjustments to it for you, if something does suit you I can change itâ he said nonchalantly.
You smirked, âThanks - you didnât need to do thatâ
He shrugged, âHad it lying around and had some free timeâ
âThanks dudeâ He nodded, then winced. He rolled his right shoulder, clenching his teeth. You frowned, âYou alright?â
âYeahâ he grunted.
You shook your head, âYouâve over stretched your ligamentsâ
âLike you would knowâ he huffed turning away.
You scowled, âYeah - âcause I do know, Rocket. I do it too, Iâm just like you!â
He bowed his head, glaring at the floor, âAinât nothing like me âcept meâ
âCut the crapâ you snapped, âWe might not be identical, but weâre damn similar and you know it. I know youâve over stretched your ligaments because I do it all the damn time. Our muscles arenât meant to work like this, sometimes the donât work right anymore. I get it because thatâs me too you stubborn asshole. If you want to suffer by yourself go ahead. Just donât pretend that weâre any different from each otherâ
He turned to face you, âYou ainât like me! Compared to me your perfect! Iâm a screwed up little monsterâ he snarled.
âAnd Iâm not?!â
âNO!â
You got in his face, speaking lowly, âYes. I. AM. I know that. It doesnât matter how many times the others say Iâm not, because Iâm a messed up little freak. At least I accept it.â
He backed off, shaking his head, âNot to me...â
You shook your head, âDonât pull that crapâ
âYou might not be the perfect creature, but compared to me-â
âWeâre the same! Whether thatâs good or bad, who cares? At least weâre not aloneâ you said softer. Rocket sat down, rubbing his face. He sighed. You sat down next to him. He let out a quiet laugh. âWhat?â you asked.
âYouâre right. Youâre just like me... In fact, youâre too much like me.â
You shrugged. âJust the way I was madeâ
He smiled, a twinge of sadness in his eyes, âYeahâ
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You remember this during the final jump to Manda'yaim. Youâre alone in the cockpit while Rocket and Groot sleep. Thereâs no way you could sleep right now, not when you havenât been home in so long. The weight of your armor feels right, and though the helmet is set aside, the underwrap is already pulled up to your chin. Your leg bounces restlessly. You canât stop thinking about what Rocket and Groot are going to think about your people and your culture.
And your language.
Everyone on the Nova side of the galaxy has a universal translatorâa small device programmed with a thousand languages and dialects and enough intuitive ability that the user can understand almost any race they might encounter in civilized space.
Almost.
There are some languages that throw the translators for a loop. For one, thereâs Groot. Thereâs not an automated translator in the known universe that could handle the nuances in what Groot says. Youâre not sure thereâs anyone or anything besides Rocket that really can. For another, thereâs Mando'a. The difference is that the latter example was done deliberately. Once Rocket asked you to run some Mando'a through your universal translator so that he could copy the files into his own, but you couldnât do it. An inherent part of being Mandalorian was learning Mando'a. If you gave away the whole language at once, especially to an aruetiiâeven the best of themâit would go against what you and your family believe in.
Rocket is capable of understanding one of the few forms of spoken communication that his translator canât handle. The fact that he canât do the same with another is probably why he gets so testy around it.
Thereâs nothing to do about it now, of course. Even as you consider it, the ship drops back to sublight, and you can see Manda'yaim from here.
Pure excitement runs all the way down to your fingertips again, and you put your helmet on. You jog back to the bunks and knock on the door opposite yours. Groot opens it, delight filling his face. âI am Groot?â
âWeâre less than an hour out,â you tell him. âIs Rocket up yet?â
Rocket appears in the background. His face is not filled with delight. He hasnât been awake long enough for it to remember how to be a face yet. He squints in your general direction and grunts, âYouâre chipper.â
âI am Groot,â Groot explains brightly.
âI know where we are,â Rocket shoots back. He scrubs at his eyes. âWhatâre you suited up for? Your people gonna shoot at us or something?â
You roll your eyes, a gesture that Rocket fortunately canât see. âJust get dressed, di'kut.â
You go back to the cockpit to supervise the landing. Groot joins you a few minutes later, marveling at the view, which only makes you smile wider. He is a wonderfully appreciative audience. Youâre on an approach vector by the time Rocket trots in, wearing his usual gear along with one of his favorite personalized weapons, a short-barreled variation on an RPG.
âNot everyoneâs here,â you ramble as the engines swap over to deal with the atmosphere. âSome of them are traveling, but they know weâre coming so theyâll make it back as soon as we can. Weâre having at least one meal with the whole aliit before we go back. We wonât be far from Keldabe, so we can go out.â
Rocket huffs and leans against the arm of the pilot chair. âTalk faster, Cas, I can still understand what youâre saying.â
You start to make a face at him, but a familiar voice comes over the comm speakers. âOlarom, vod'ika.â
You grin so hard your face hurts and lean forward. âKim'ika!â
âSpeak Basic!â Rocket yells at the comm.
Kimmy laughs on the other end. âIs that one of your friends youâve been telling us about?â
Now both Rocket and Groot are looking at you. You really wish she had said that in Mando'a, but knowing Kimmy, it was intentional. âNe'johaa, Kimmy,â you huff. You hang up on her, only because youâre very nearly there. What you call home is a complex that looks like itâs in the middle of nowhere but is actually half an hour outside Keldabe. The empty fields make landing convenient. Sheâs waiting on you when you land, pink armor standing out against the landscape. You hit the boarding ramp almost as soon as the ship touches ground.
Kimmy runs to meet you in the middle, and with unrestrained shouts, you clang together in a fierce hug. Sheâs just as tall as you remember, and sheâs added some cute flowery designs to her left shoulder plate.
âReal scary friends you got,â Rocket comments from behind you.
You break apart, and Kimmy throws an arm around your shoulder while you work off your helmet. Before you can speak, Groot berates him.
âIâm just sayinâ. Itâs pink.â
Groot smiles gently at Kimmy. âI am Groot,â he offers.
You donât need Rocketâs translation for that. âHe likes your armor,â you tell her.
She beams. âThank you." She turns to you. "Heâs Groot, Iâm guessing.â
Before you can confirm that, someone tackles you from behind and thereâs a squeal of âCassiiiiiiiiiieâ in your ear. Only one person you know can hit that tone of pure joy, so you hug her back as best you can. âHi, Hannah!â
She squeezes you once and comes around where you can see her bounce. âAre you staying long?â she asks.
âYes,â you say firmly. Youâve been away too long. âWho else is here?â
Hannah bites her lip in thought. âEveryone but Elizabeth and Skylar,â she decides. âBut theyâll be back soon!â
The warmth in your chest swells. You knew you missed this, but you couldnât have imagined how good it would feel to be back. You canât wait to be in a room full of laughter and good stories. âLetâs go introduce everyone.â
âAre you hungry?â Kimmy asks Rocket and Groot. âThereâs food.â
âNow thatâs the kind of welcome Iâm talking about,â Rocket declares, and leads the way up the hill to the compound. Groot waves at Hannah and follows.
Kimmy sidles up to you on the way. âThey must be pretty special,â she says quietly.
You think about how when you didnât have a building full of family, you had a ship with two good friends. âMy vode away from home,â you murmur.
âWhat was that?â Rocket snaps, and you jump. âCanât you moron speak Basic? Have some manners, Cas.â
Kimmy and Hannah are grinning too broadly for you to play innocent, but you try anyway. âSorry, Rock'ika,â you manage. âI didnât say anything.â
Itâs not unusual to hear Rocket muttering curses to himself. In fact, youâd only be worried if you didnât hear it daily. But this time it catches your attentionâprobably because he sounds hilarious.
You lean into the doorway and donât ask why heâs talking like a moron. âHey, Rockâika,â you greet casually. âWhatâs the matter?â
He whirls on you, glaring from runny, red eyes. âWhad?â he snarls.
You put your hand over your mouth. After a moment, you ask, âDo you have a cold?â
He snorts wetly and continues to glare. âDoe, I jusâ feld like nod using by dose for a few days,â he sneers. âOf course I god a freakid code!â
Youâre laughing. And to make up for the fact that youâre laughing, you say helpfully, âYou should get that looked at.â
He waves you off scornfully. Â âWhadeber, Iâll be fide.â
"I mean it, Rockâika. Donât be atin.â
He points a finger at your face. âI donâ know whad dad beans, but Iâll be id all I wanâ.â
Youâre pressing your hand against your mouth, but itâs too late. He can tell how hard youâre laughing. Itâs not your fault he perfectly illustrated the definition of atin. âItâll go away faster if you get it seen to.â
Rocket stands stock still. âIâb nod goiâg to a doctor.â
Oh. You hadnât thought about it. Youâve seen him get help before, but there is a difference between Groot or you or a field medic and going into a medical center. âSorry, Rocket.â You arenât giving up, though. âIâm going to get you some medicine, though. Iâll bring it back to you.â
He snorts again, goes slightly cross-eyed, and growls, âFide.â
He protests like that over the next two days, because youâre there to make sure he takes the medicine and gets rest. But you notice that if you ever go too long without fussing over him, he gets absolutely offended. It seems his muttering is all the thanks youâre going to get.
You wake up, sort of. Youâre conscious. Reluctantly, barely, but itâs there. Youâre still too far gone to really move, though you notice you have one pillow behind your head and one weighing down on your stomach. That doesnât seem right, but whatever. Youâre tired.
Maybe thatâs why it takes so long to remember that you only own one pillow.
Itâs the middle of the night, so itâs probably half a minute at least before you realize that that fact means that one of the things you are feeling is not a pillow. You wiggle the fingers of the hand you have shoved behind your head, and that definitely feels pillowy. You blink a few times to prep yourself for the next part, which is lifting your head and squinting down at your own torso, where the other object in question is.
Where Rocket is.
He carries himself with such bluster that you sometimes forget heâs not all that large, but right now is not one of those times. He looks positively small curled up in a tight ball on your stomach, draping a little on each side. His breathing is even. The only clue that anything might be wrong is that heâs here at all. You turn your head to look for Grootâyouâve never known Rocket to fall asleep anywhere Groot wasnâtâbut your quarters are cramped and itâs easy to tell no one else is here.
"Rockâika?" you ask blearily.
He twitches awake and opens his eyes to glower at you. âWhat?â he snaps challengingly, voice hoarse.
You reconsider. Your eyelids are drifting closed anyway. âNothing.â
He mutters something that might have been âYeah, âs what I thought.â You feel his weight shift, but he doesnât seem to be tensing up, so thatâs good.
You struggle a bit and pry one eye open to be sure he really is sleeping again. He isârelaxed, face half-buried in your nightclothes.
You have a lot of questions, but none of them are making themselves clear, so you just go back to sleep.