I Am Not a Raccoon

Tony cocked an eyebrow , not sure what to make of that name. "Who are you seeing Rocket? " he asked, not sure what that name would trigger in his friend, but he had his finger on the ready to get the guardian out of that dream state.

Rocket was still laughing until he went flying, crashing into a big pile of parts and tools he had been working on. He groaned and grumbled as he pulled himself out of the heap and glared in Em's general direction. "You're lucky I know that was an accident otherwise you'd wake up tomorrow with no arm and no leg."

"I told ya not to get too close, dumb dumb! Now you're gonna have to wait for it to grow back. Maybe Quill will feed ya or Gamora."

"Wow, good for you. Your eyes and ears do still work. Maybe you should use those eyeballs of yours to find me a new spare part for this doohicky."

Rocket sputtered and coughed as he tried to wave the dust away from his face. "What the hell is that shit.......whoa," his angry tirade ended as he saw what he could only describe as a vending machine with robotic limbs, machine parts and guns. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

        “Wasn’t me this time. I didn’t even touch your… whatever that one is.” He honestly had no idea what Rocket was tinkering with this time, but he’d learned his lesson pretty early on and did his best to keep his hands far from the other’s projects.

"Oh really?" Rocket asked as he picked up the now broken machinery he had been tinking with earlier. "Then how did this happen?"

“You broke free of that prison, it holds no power over you , we are just exploring to know why that rabbit said what he said. ” the genius reminded him. “Are you comfortable to move forward, is there a door? ”

“Don’t overwhelm yourself Rocket, can you describe the lab for me ? ” Tony asked, he would record anything of interest that ressembled a glitch or something out of place. Rocket vaguely explained how he did it, so he knew it was still all there.

Rocket groaned and grunted as the images flashed. "There's cages.... Lots and lots of cages. It's where we were kept," he described, "it's like a damn prison."

Before Rocket could breathe out to prepare himself, the device was switched on and he yelled loudly. "SONUVABITCH!" The jolts of electricity shot through him and when he opened his eyes to glare at Stark, he found himself standing back in Halfworld. "Ah, shit, it's the damn lab...." he groaned out as he looked around, "Fuckin' hate this damn place."