About a week passes, you got closer to everyone. Particularly Rocket, he always was just kinda hanging around you you noticed, you weren't sure about the others, but apart from when you make it apparent you want to be alone, he was always just there. Fiddling with a gadget, fixing something, or just lounging doing nothing. The latter was rare however. You honestly had grown to truly marvel his resourcefulness and intellect when it came to mechanics. You watched him while he worked more often than not, though mechanics intrigued you you were never really good with them without a proper teacher. While you didn't think Rocket noticed spectating, what with how nimble and focused he always seemed to be as he worked, he knew. He knew you were watching him, and for some reason he enjoyed it, felt compelled to subtly show off how quickly he could do certain things when it comes to tech. For some reason, he had wanted to impress you…
Today you're called in by an alien sort of police department. They call themselves the “defense force” or whatever. The planet itself was pretty at least, always a lush and vibrant colors. Depending on the plants. The trees had vibrant orange leafs with multicolored teal and magenta bark. The grass was as if it were made of gold, the sky a beautiful silver with blue clouds. A city of crystalline structures in the distance. Peter looks out the window? Spotting a clearing about a mile out from city outskirts.
“Yanno what? Let's walk.” He says taking control and descending
“Wait what?” Rocket looks over at him confused.
“Oh come on, this place is beautiful! And it's not like we have a set time we need to be there, some fresh air and just a leisurely stroll in a pretty forest might be a nice change of pace.”
“QUILL!” Drax suddenly gasps in disgust. You all divert your attention to him.
“I AM DISGUSTED WITH YOU!”
“That pun you just made...it was not only tacky, but in terrible timing…” He narrows his eyes with an accusing finger pointing at Peter who just got confused, causing Rocket to snicker. After a second of thought Peter comes to realization.
“It was unintentional.”
“You still did it…”
“But I didn't mean to do it.”
“But you still did it.”
“Drax I did not intentionally make the pun I know how cringe worthy it is.”
“If a man accidentally kills someone does that stop him from being charged with manslaughter?”
“Boys enough, are we going out or not?” Gamora asks heading for the door regardless, Groot hopping from Rocket’s shoulder to hers. You following beside him. Peter and Drax catch up and then you all head off. Flora and fauna as far as the eye could see. Alien of course. But beautiful all the same. A huge butterfly like creature flies overhead. It had to have had at least a two foot wingspan. The wings themselves colorful and articulate with patterns, the body being patterned as well. You watch it fly around your group with a wide smile on your face.
“This is so beautiful…” You breathe gently, taking in the surrounding area’s beauty.
“I am groot...” Baby groot murmurs astounded as he looks around from on Gamora’s shoulder. You smile. Keeping pace with Peter. Drax behind Gamora and Groot.
“I find this place hideous.” Drax inquires, the gigantic butterfly creature landing on his head a few moments after. Causing you to laugh. “What?! -Get this thing off me!!!” He shoos it away, thankfully it flies off without harming anyone. Your gaze shifts acrosst the horizon, just taking everything in. You pulling the long sleeve of your skin tight suit to your wrist in a more comfortable manner. You always wore a long sleeve on the left arm. You were never seen without it, it had begun to puzzle the guardians, and make Rocket himself suspicious. You didn't let them know you noticed such curiosity from them, truth be told you didn't really, they always pondered when and where you didn't notice. Upon entering the city you of course got looks, the inhabitants were strange, solid colored eyes of wide variety from bright pinks to smouldering greys and blacks, very very tall and lanky humanoid like structures, reptilian in nature. Long thin tails wrapped around their waists. Scales adorned with patterns of vibrant colors. You make your way to the castle gate and it opens. The glittering luminescence of the walls simply breathtaking. You lead yourselves down a hall to a room full of militant looking individuals standing over a table. Talking with each other. One of them looks into the doorway at you, followed by the others.
“Guardians, you have arrived.” The deep voiced reptilian with red and green scales turns to them. His eyes a bright gold.
“What is it you need us to do sir?” You ask looking at him.
“Recently some of our weapons have been stolen. We need you to get them back while we continue training the recruits here at our base.”
“Sure, easy peasy you know where they went?”
“We were able to get the general direction. But no specific predestination.” Another says sliding a map over to your end of the table. Rocket hops up onto the table before scanning the map and nodding to himself. “You know what we need to be looking for?”
“Crates of weapons like these.” The seeming lead said presenting an array of weapons. Bow and arrow, knives, swords, a few bucklers. You all scan them. Getting a good feel for what they looked like. Peter looks at the map himself.
“I know where we gotta go. C’mon.” He heads out, Gamora following him. Drax looks at you before trailing behind. You turn to Rocket, in turn he hops off and walks out the door. You by his side. With that Peter flew all of you to a very dingy looking galactic pit stop. “Watch yourselves around here guys, people can get, uh….aggressive.”
“Aye aye cap'n.” Rocket says with an exasperated salute, making you giggle. Causing him to look at you and smirk. This look he had in his eyes, it was a little different… you didn't really know how, but you liked it. You subtly blush and find a way to take your eyes someplace else. So the blush didn't harden any further. You browse the place. Spreading out to look a little less suspicious. You all just went about the place, it was full of shifty eyes aliens and individuals brandishing weapons of all shapes and sizes. You and rocket were a pair, then Gamora and Peter, and then Groot and Drax. Rocket constantly checked around and over his shoulder to make sure Groot was in sight. You found it adorable. But, occasionally you'd see hI'm look off someplace else...getting nervous...whenever you'd look in the direction he did you'd get a glimpse of vibrant purple and green hair. And on rarer occasion extremely pale skin. He seemed to get more and more on edge each time…
“Are you okay..?” You ask concerned.
“Huh?” He looks at you then noticed how tense he must've seemed. “Y-yeah, yeah. Of course. Yeah I'm fine (nickname) I'm just, I just saw something that's all.” He says quickly.
“You're sure..? You look nervous. Is something wrong?” You press. He takes a breath to calm himself.
“No (y/n), nothing's wrong. Things are fine… I promise okay?” He asks. His tone gentle. The same one he used to bring you out of that flashback. You nod slightly.
“If you say so...How long have you and Groot known each other..?” You ask softly. Changing the subject.
“Oh a long time, like, at least a few years. He and I, we were a team. Some of the best bounty hunters you could ever get. We'd escape every jail, always deliver on time. And we had each other's backs...he, he means a lot to me, even as a little twig...it's, different now though, since he's younger...I can't really, mess with him like I used to, we can't really do what we used to. Don't get me wrong he's come a long way but, he's still just a kid at this point…gotta kinda, protect em yanno? Set the best example, which granted isn't very good in the first place but…”
“I see you as a great example.” You say casually. He chuckles.
“C’mon, you're kidding right?”
“No. I mean it.” You say sincerely. “You're smart, strong, skilled, crafty, have a sense of humor, and, you care about your family...that's a pretty good role model to me.”
“Well, I mean yeah but you're forgetting I'm also a binge drinking, brash professional asshole who gets way too trigger happy.”
“Everyone has their flaws…” You say gently.
“Weeell I find that disputable~” A deep and gruff voice says from behind you. You turn to see a man leaning over a counter, eyeing you with a hungry gaze. He was clearly disheveled, a couple teeth missing, covered in dirt, and hair looking like it hasn't been washed in weeks. But what was next to him caught your eye, it was a crate, a crate full of those stolen weapons. A few others surrounding it with weapons of their own. Rocket's fur bristles as he stiffens. Eyeing the man looking at you almost animalistically, seemingly unable to acknowledge the crate.
“I'm sorry?” You ask calmly.
“When lookin at you, I find that “everyone has flaws” thing disputable. Lemme just say that if being cute was a crime you'd be guilty as charged little girl…” He smirks at you. Stepping closer to you, completely ignoring Rocket’s presence. His breath smelled so bad…
“I'm not a minor, and would appreciate if you did not refer to me as such.” You reply as calmly as possible. Nudging Rocket to get his attention before subtly gesturing to the crate.
“Heyyy take it easy it's not like I mean any harm…” He grabs your wrist. Pulling it to his side. “How bout you and me go get a drink?” He asks. Though clearly with his demeanor it was more of an order than a request.
“Sorry to say but I'm not too big a fan of perverted individuals who think they can have any woman they want thanks to their “most brawn minimum brain mentality. I'm going to kindly ask you once. Release me and hand over those stolen goods.”
His face falls. Turning into one of pure malice and rage. “What makes you think you can tell me what to do..?”
“The fact that my associates and I will make you if you don't.” You say sternly. He punches you straight in the face. Making your nose bleed. Rocket immediately shoots at him. Your wrist is released and you fall over. What was odd about this man was that his side had sparked and crackled with electricity once it was shot. He wasn't a man, he was a machine, must've been a cyborg...Rocket gets knocked aside with the butt of a rifle and one gets aimed at you before you hiss violently. Your nails seemed to grow to the length of claws as you slash the attacker across the face. Kicking him over before drawing your weapon and taking down the other three. Rocket of course getting several shots in as well. Suddenly everyone was looking at the two of you. Rocket glares back at them.
“WHAT?! YOU WANT SOME TOO!?”
“You shouldn't've done that ya little rat…”
“DON’T CALL ME A RAT!” He suddenly snaps at the man. Shooting at him. He misses though. Hitting the wall behind him. Suddenly the man falls over. Peter standing behind him with Groot on Drax’s shoulder and both Gamora and Drax following Peter.
“Rocket we talked about this you can't keep being so sensitive when a jerk calls you the r word!” Peter yells as he starts to fend off incoming fattackers. Rocket growls. Fighting as well.
“How bout you try putting yourself in my shoes for once Quill? Would that kill ya just once?!”
From there things escalated. It seemed like everyone at the stop was fighting now. Not even all with you. Just, with each other and you possibly in the crossfire. Rocket, you noticed he kept getting his attention diverted… like earlier… so much so he was about to get hit before you knocked the attacker aside. Rocket shakes his head vigorously, getting his head back in the game before flying over to Peter. “Quill, we gotta go…”
“We have to go like now!”
“Or else what?!?”
“Or else someone really bad is gonna find us!!!” He snaps. As the last attacker falls there stands a woman. Her arms crossed acrosst her chest. Knee length black combat boots with a dark grey jumpsuit and purple accents. Many different knives could be seen on her hip. As well as a small pistol and some ammunition. Her skin was extremely pale, like pure white with a hint of grey. Her face and lips decorated with black tattoos. One eye a forest green and the other a gem purple. Eye makeup of the opposing color on each in a cat eye shape. Her hair was curled, and so long it reached the lower mid-section of her back. It had fallen in a way that hid most of the sides of her face. But there was twitching underneath her hair near the top of her head...Rocket stiffens.
“Uh, may I help you miss?” Peter asks. She walks over to him. A big smile on her face revealing sharp teeth. She brushes the back of her hand against his cheek.
“So this is the infamous Starlord…” She murmurs. “Oh what fun you'd be…” She grins with childlike glee. “I'll tell you one thing any woman would be the luckiest in the entire galaxy to land a man like you…”
“Don't mention it!” She chirps happily, Hopping a distance away from him.
“May we ask what you're doing here?” Gamora inquires. The strange woman gives her a look.
“Oh Yanno, just, browsing the shop… a lot of it is free for the taking now soooo~” She prances around, picking up a bag and stuffing it with as many things as she can. “I'll take what I can get. OOH A LITTLE TREE MAN!” She suddenly shrieks with joy. She gasps. “And he can fight too…!!” Rocket suddenly gets frantic. Where is he? WHERE’D GROOT GO?! Scanning everyone he was quick to find that Groot was nowhere to be seen with them. Instead vines lead to a small alien creature that had been bashed into the wall by Groot since it attacked him. Just till it was knocked out though. The woman stoops down to pick Groot up but Rocket appears in front of her shoving her back with a violent growl following afterward. He held a gun in his hand bared his teeth ferociously. But he was incredibly tense. And constantly subtly adjusting his stance. He was nervous, but he was gonna protect em… he had to protect em… the woman tilts her head.
“Is he yours or something? I'm sorry if he was I had nooo idea~” She hums casually. Her tone had changed as she wore a knowing smile as she spoke.
“Like hell you do...leave...now…” Rocket growls lowly. She tilts her head more and smiles wider.
“Awww, but why?” She asks in mock innocence and disappointment. Putting on a pouty face.
“Don't play dumb with me...I know why you're here…” He whispers, voice strained as he shifts. Not even blinking or really breathing.
“Do you? Do you really? I have needs too Rocket~ you know, food, water, sleep, ammo, money…” She inches closer to him and he backs up. She giggles. “What's wrong?”
“DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME MORGANNA IF YOU'RE HERE JUST GET IT OVER WITH!” Rocket suddenly snaps.
“Not. Now.” Rocket says lowly to Groot as he had hid behind his leg. Groot fell quiet, looking at the woman. She grins. Tapping her chin in thought, her nails looked like claws of polished black lacquer.
“See, I would buuut I don't feel like playing right now. It's no fun if I'm not interested now is it? What's nice is that since I've waited...I've given myself, ummmmm,” she scans the rest of you. “1,2,3,4,5 new toys…” she smiles widely. “And I'm gonna take my time playing with them, and play with you too in between that time… see you later mousey boy…” She purrs smoothly, running a claw from the tip of his snout around his ear flicking to leave a small knick. He yelps and shuts his eyes wincing as he places pressure on it with his hand. That was always an extremely sensitive area for him. She chuckles, stands up, and walks away. It was then you could register a tiny grey stump of a tail on her rear. A hole cut in the back of her suit to make room for it. You quickly kneel beside him.
“Rocket are you okay..? Who was that? What did she want..?!” You ask alarmed trying to look at his ear. He waves you away.
“Let's...get the crate...and get the hell out of here as far away as possible, I'll explain later.” He says before pushing past you. You and Groot look at each other before you pick him up. Drax gets the weapons and you all quickly head back to the ship.