#trashpandarocket

      “ --- well, there’s something you don’t see every day.”

He sees a lot of things you don’t see every day. ‘Verse is a big place and there’s some odd things in it; further you towards the border planets, odder they get. 

A jail cell shared ( he had thought they’d know better; but he supposes --- only so much one can do when a place is full ). He sits on the bed on the opposite side of the room, and grins. It’s a familiar setting. “ I am Groot. ”  

“...nuh uh.”

One long look is all it takes. Dean’s shaking his head hard enough for that collar locked tight around his throat to rattle. 

“...holy shit you’re a person.” Stop. Rewind. “I mean, you’re always a person. But...you’re...” He gestures wildly, up and down, because Rocket. 

{☆} R A G E. Blinding rage. That was all Gamora could feel as she came to, her body still T I N G L I N G from the shock of Rocket’s tasers. The ship was moving beneath her--no, she needed to get back down there. She needed to get to Peter. Sweat dripped down the side of her face as she moved, struggling to get to her feet. 

Her body ached, but no worse than the A C H E that was spreading through her heart. Had she been S I L E N T too long? Would she ever get the chance to speak the U N S P O K E N?

Gamora whirled around, eyes full of F U R Y as she lunged at Rocket, only to be stopped by the strong hands of Drax. She was so A N G R Y, so beyond consolation--she was nearly F O A M I N G at the mouth.

He’s pretty sure Yondu must’ve had some trick, or something, because learning how to use the damn arrow is like learning to pilot something with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back and no instruction manual, and also the engines have been replaced with those kids toys that wobble and wobble and wobble when you knock ‘em.

“I already regret asking this.” Don’t be fooled by that voice, level as ever. There’s a fisted hand bouncing against the side of his thigh just ever so slightly. 

         “ -- but say again?”