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"But why me? Why am I on babysitting duty?"
"Because you are very small and soft and cuddly, friend Rocket."
"I am a murderous cyborg abomination!"
"Also that, yes."
Gamora jabbed her sword in the space between Rocket and Drax, already impatient to get moving.
"Enough. Rocket, he likes you, and right now we're trying to keep him calm. So just suck it up until we get back with the cure, all right?"
Despite his protests, Gamora stalked out of the ship closely followed by Drax, Kraglin and Mantis, with Groot trailing behind them and giving Rocket an amused smirk before he too strolled off the ship, the door closing with a very resounding "Clang!".
Rocket's shoulders slumped, and he debated with himself about whether or not to spite them all by ignoring the last member of their crew and just going to sulk in the engine room. But no, the kid would probably just seek him out, whining and crying the whole time. Better just to get this over with. Grumbling to himself the whole time, he stomped to the bedroom where the kid was cowering.
Rocket opened the door gingerly, to be met with the startled gaze of the younger Peter Quill, who had evidently been lurking near the door. He gasped and retreated to the bed, peering anxiously at Rocket while trying to partly hide behind the furniture.
But while Rocket could bluster and fuss to the rest of the galaxy, his heart went out to frightened, helpless creatures. So he sighed and crossed the room, and crouched behind the other side of the bed.
"Hey. Kid. What are we hiding from?" He asked, his chin resting on the bed.
After several moments, the de-aged Peter Quill slowly rose up from his side of the bed and sat down on the quilt.
"I dunno... those creepy pirate guys?" Peter tried to sound nonchalant, but it was clear that he was afraid that the Ravagers really were going to burst into the room at any moment.
When the bio-chemical weapon had struck their fearless leader, it had apparently regressed him mentally and physically, until he believed that it had been mere weeks since he was abducted by Yondu and his crew, and he had reacted with fear and confusion to see the Guardians of the Galaxy when he woke up.
Now while the rest of the team was out fighting for the cure, Rocket was given the more difficult task of trying to keep their friend calm until they returned. He felt out of his depth here, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd bluffed his way through a difficult situation. Rocket crawled up on the bed and lay down, looking as relaxed as he could. Peter crept closer to him, and slowly laid down next to him.
"No creepy pirate guys here, baby boo. Just your friends." Rocket told him, his arms behind his head as he looked at the ceiling.
This seemed to excite Peter, but not for the reason Rocket had expected.
"We're friends?" The small human asked him, his voice squeaky with delight.
Rocket had only moments to regret his poor choice of words before Peter's arms encircled him and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Gak-" Said Rocket.
Peter, for his part, was more than happy to be distracted from his grief and fear by having a cute new talking raccoon friend, and he clung to him somewhat desperately, both metaphorically and literally.
"This is so cool! You are so cool, this is amazing, you're like a real life cartoon! Are we superheroes? Oh man, are there more talking animals? That big tree guy is my friend too, right? We fly around and save people, don't we?" This continued on for quite some time, though Rocket at least managed to get Peter to loosen his hold, and the human kept babbling until the lack of sleep and the general stress of his situation caught up with him.
Gradually, Peter fell asleep and began to snore, with Rocket twisting uncomfortably away from him until he gave up and resigned himself to his discomfort. He tried to push him away, but stopped when it seemed like Peter would actually awaken. Several minutes of laying there, he looked around and checked for a camera before he slowly put his arm over the human's shoulder and pulled him close.
"Yeah, we're heroes, Star Lord..." He muttered, and was rewarded when Peter smiled in his sleep.

This was made by puricodraws.tumblr.com/
As a gift from my good friend
Thank you again!

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"But why me? Why am I on babysitting duty?"
"Because you are very small and soft and cuddly, friend Rocket."
"I am a murderous cyborg abomination!"
"Also that, yes."
Gamora jabbed her sword in the space between Rocket and Drax, already impatient to get moving.
"Enough. Rocket, he likes you, and right now we're trying to keep him calm. So just suck it up until we get back with the cure, all right?"
Despite his protests, Gamora stalked out of the ship closely followed by Drax, Kraglin and Mantis, with Groot trailing behind them and giving Rocket an amused smirk before he too strolled off the ship, the door closing with a very resounding "Clang!".
Rocket's shoulders slumped, and he debated with himself about whether or not to spite them all by ignoring the last member of their crew and just going to sulk in the engine room. But no, the kid would probably just seek him out, whining and crying the whole time. Better just to get this over with. Grumbling to himself the whole time, he stomped to the bedroom where the kid was cowering.
Rocket opened the door gingerly, to be met with the startled gaze of the younger Peter Quill, who had evidently been lurking near the door. He gasped and retreated to the bed, peering anxiously at Rocket while trying to partly hide behind the furniture.
But while Rocket could bluster and fuss to the rest of the galaxy, his heart went out to frightened, helpless creatures. So he sighed and crossed the room, and crouched behind the other side of the bed.
"Hey. Kid. What are we hiding from?" He asked, his chin resting on the bed.
After several moments, the de-aged Peter Quill slowly rose up from his side of the bed and sat down on the quilt.
"I dunno... those creepy pirate guys?" Peter tried to sound nonchalant, but it was clear that he was afraid that the Ravagers really were going to burst into the room at any moment.
When the bio-chemical weapon had struck their fearless leader, it had apparently regressed him mentally and physically, until he believed that it had been mere weeks since he was abducted by Yondu and his crew, and he had reacted with fear and confusion to see the Guardians of the Galaxy when he woke up.
Now while the rest of the team was out fighting for the cure, Rocket was given the more difficult task of trying to keep their friend calm until they returned. He felt out of his depth here, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd bluffed his way through a difficult situation. Rocket crawled up on the bed and lay down, looking as relaxed as he could. Peter crept closer to him, and slowly laid down next to him.
"No creepy pirate guys here, baby boo. Just your friends." Rocket told him, his arms behind his head as he looked at the ceiling.
This seemed to excite Peter, but not for the reason Rocket had expected.
"We're friends?" The small human asked him, his voice squeaky with delight.
Rocket had only moments to regret his poor choice of words before Peter's arms encircled him and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Gak-" Said Rocket.
Peter, for his part, was more than happy to be distracted from his grief and fear by having a cute new talking raccoon friend, and he clung to him somewhat desperately, both metaphorically and literally.
"This is so cool! You are so cool, this is amazing, you're like a real life cartoon! Are we superheroes? Oh man, are there more talking animals? That big tree guy is my friend too, right? We fly around and save people, don't we?" This continued on for quite some time, though Rocket at least managed to get Peter to loosen his hold, and the human kept babbling until the lack of sleep and the general stress of his situation caught up with him.
Gradually, Peter fell asleep and began to snore, with Rocket twisting uncomfortably away from him until he gave up and resigned himself to his discomfort. He tried to push him away, but stopped when it seemed like Peter would actually awaken. Several minutes of laying there, he looked around and checked for a camera before he slowly put his arm over the human's shoulder and pulled him close.
"Yeah, we're heroes, Star Lord..." He muttered, and was rewarded when Peter smiled in his sleep.

This was made by puricodraws.tumblr.com/
As a gift from my good friend
Thank you again!