[ Rocket trying to punch the daylights out of him wouldn't surprise peter. It seems like recently he's become everyone's favorite punching bag. That said, insulting his mother would bother Peter more than the punching, so let's not go there.
He's taken aback when Rocket lounges at him and instead of a blow there are arms wrapping around his shoulders and little nails digging into his jacket. Peter freezes for a second, falling back on his ass and ending sitting on the ground proper with Rocket against his chest and between his legs. He's quick to wrap his arms around his friend's smaller size and his brain processes what is happening. ]
And here I thought you wanted to hang out with the God of thunder. [ Peter quips, no real annoyance behind the words. He rests his cheek against Rocket's head, the fur surprisingly soft, and goes quiet once he feels him trembling. These last years really must have been bad. Peter can see Groot a little far away, talking to Mantis and Drax, and they all look pretty exhausted. ] I'm sorry, It wasn't on purpose. Things got out of hand.
[ This isn't Rocket. At least not the professional asshole that he prides himself on being, but it's been five years since he's seen Quill's stupid face and he lets himself give in to the moment for a second.
He ignores the comment about Thor because he's thought about it for far too long. What would've happened if they hadn't split up? Would he still have been left behind? Or would he have been dust in the wind too? He digs his claws in a little deeper.
He barks out a laugh at Quill's understatement, finally letting go and pushing against Quill's arms to get free so he can stare up at him. ] Yeah, no shit! You have no freaking idea!
[ How could he? He just got back like ten minutes ago. But he's too tired to get into all of that right now. Instead he shakes his head and sighs deeply. ] We did it, though. It's over.
[ If it sounds like he can't quite believe it, it's because he can't. ]
[ They're allowed to be professional and emotional after everything that had happened, Rocket more than anyone. Not like Peter has any trouble getting emotional, it just kind of happens when he's upset. And they all have plenty of things to be upset about. He doesn't even complain about the claws digging further, or tries to pull Rocket away. ]
No...I do not. [ He can't even begin to imagine how angry and lonely Rocket must have been feeling these last five years. And then there's the issue of how the rest of the Galaxy fared after they lost to Thanos and the snap happened. They had failed the whole Galaxy and all that on top of losing Gamora. Thinking about it's like a stab to the heart and Peter's also shaking a little. ]
Is it, though? [ Peter finds himself rubbing small circles on Rocket's back, his voice unsure, even if he gets what his friend was trying to say. ] Thanos is gone but all the destruction he left behind isn't fixed. And it's...it's my fault. I should have done things differently. Maybe all this could have been avoided.
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He's taken aback when Rocket lounges at him and instead of a blow there are arms wrapping around his shoulders and little nails digging into his jacket. Peter freezes for a second, falling back on his ass and ending sitting on the ground proper with Rocket against his chest and between his legs. He's quick to wrap his arms around his friend's smaller size and his brain processes what is happening. ]
And here I thought you wanted to hang out with the God of thunder. [ Peter quips, no real annoyance behind the words. He rests his cheek against Rocket's head, the fur surprisingly soft, and goes quiet once he feels him trembling. These last years really must have been bad. Peter can see Groot a little far away, talking to Mantis and Drax, and they all look pretty exhausted. ] I'm sorry, It wasn't on purpose. Things got out of hand.
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He ignores the comment about Thor because he's thought about it for far too long. What would've happened if they hadn't split up? Would he still have been left behind? Or would he have been dust in the wind too? He digs his claws in a little deeper.
He barks out a laugh at Quill's understatement, finally letting go and pushing against Quill's arms to get free so he can stare up at him. ] Yeah, no shit! You have no freaking idea!
[ How could he? He just got back like ten minutes ago. But he's too tired to get into all of that right now. Instead he shakes his head and sighs deeply. ] We did it, though. It's over.
[ If it sounds like he can't quite believe it, it's because he can't. ]
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No...I do not. [ He can't even begin to imagine how angry and lonely Rocket must have been feeling these last five years. And then there's the issue of how the rest of the Galaxy fared after they lost to Thanos and the snap happened. They had failed the whole Galaxy and all that on top of losing Gamora. Thinking about it's like a stab to the heart and Peter's also shaking a little. ]
Is it, though? [ Peter finds himself rubbing small circles on Rocket's back, his voice unsure, even if he gets what his friend was trying to say. ] Thanos is gone but all the destruction he left behind isn't fixed. And it's...it's my fault. I should have done things differently. Maybe all this could have been avoided.