The Problem Is You
‘’Hi’’ you say nervously and sit down next to Rocket. You flip your hair back and lay a hand in your neck.
‘’Hey’’ Rocket replies dryly while he continues his building.
‘’What are you making?’’ you ask and look at his work.
‘’A bomb’’ he says and puts another piece of ship in all.
‘’Cool’’ you smile wryly. Oh my god, you were as bad in flirting as that Peter is in with Gamora. Come on. Say something, do something! Something cool.
‘’Can I help?’’ you ask. You bend a little before so your décolleté was a bit more ‘in the picture’. You see Rocket giving it a quick glance, and then he nervously looks away. Is this ‘flirting’ working?
‘’No, not really.’’ Rocket replies and you nod slowly.
Guess not. You sigh ‘’Okay’’ and walk to Drax. That whole raccoon thing was not going to work anyway.
Drax sits on one of the steel benches.
‘’Hey, Drax.’’ You sigh and sit down next to Drax.
‘’Hey, (Y/n).’’ Drax looks at you and lowers his voice so only you could hear him speaking ‘’So how are things going with the raccoon?’’
‘’What?’’ you ask and look confused at Drax. He gives you a wry smile and raises his eyebrows, as in you-know-what.
‘’Oh, that.’’ You shake your head ‘’There’s nothing between us, Drax. Just, euhm, friends.’’
‘’Yea, yea, sure. (Y/n), I know almost every secret of you. And I know you have trust issues, and you trust me, so I practically know everything about you. Do not tell me you don’t like that raccoon.’’
You smirk ‘’I don’t’’
‘’You do’’
‘’Do nott’’
‘’Do’’
‘’Do fucking not!’’ and you give Drax a pat on his shoulder. ‘’Just stop about it’’ and you grin.
Rocket looks in your direction. You don’t notice and talk further to Drax, but Rocket frowns – in an angry way. Why was Drax making you laugh, he thought.
‘’So, listen’’ Peter says and walks to his floating touch screen ‘’I’m gonna need your buyer’s coordinates.’’
Gamora grabs the Orb ‘’We’re heading in the right direction. For now.’’
Peter looks surprised to Gamora ‘’If we’re gonna work together, you might, try trusting me a little bit.’’
‘’And how much do you trust me?’’ asks Gamora sharply.
You sigh, you didn’t want to hear this conversation. Boring. You close your eyes and lean against the wall.
‘’If it’s a weapon we should use it against Ronan.’’ Drax says.
You open your eyes. Okay, there is no way you cannot hear this conversation. Everyone stands around the table. You, again, sigh deeply. You stand up and stand by the table next to Drax.
‘’Put it down, you fool. You’ll destroy us all.’’ Gamora says irritated.
‘’Or just you, murderess!’’ Drax spits out angry.
‘’I let you live once, princess!’’ Gamora shouts.
‘’I’M NOT A PRINCESS!’’
‘’HEY!’’ Peter steps in the fight ‘’Nobody is killing anybody n my ship!’’ Gamora and Drax look at Peter ‘’We’re stuck together until we get the money.’’
Drax wrinkles his nose ‘’I have no interested in money’’ and he throws the Orb back to Peter.
‘’Great’’ Peter says and Drax walks away ‘’That means more money for the three of us.’’
You clear your throat.
‘’Four, I mean.’’ Peter corrects himself.
Groot clears his throat. He holds his arms up as in ‘and-me?’
‘’Five.’’ Peter sighs and shrugs.
‘’Cool.’’ You say and look at Drax. He’s sitting in the front of the ship. You sigh deeply and stand up. You stump to the steel stairs, and just as you were about to take the second step Peter called you ‘’Hey, hey, what are you doing? That’s private!’’
‘’Good’’ you say and turn your face to Peter’s ‘’I need some alone time.’’
And you continue your way up the stairs.
‘’Who is she?’’ you hear Peter ask someone, but you don’t mind. You can’t even answer that question yourself.
Peter’s room was messy and small. Dirty clothes were shattered all over the place and there was a lot of junk on the floor. There was a simple bed in the corner of the room, a big one. There was a bookcase right next to it with a few books in it. All about space ships, the galaxy and a novel book from earth. It says ‘The Complete Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle’’ You frown and take the book from the shelf and read the back cover.
It’s about a man, a detective named Sherlock Holmes, and he is abnormally smart. With his friend, John Watson, he solves crimes.
You’ve heard of this book once, your mother used to tell stories about Sherlock Holmes to you. You mostly liked ‘The Hound of Baskervilles’ because there was a slight paranormal activity in.
‘’I didn’t knew you liked books.’’
You startle of the sudden voice and drop the book on the ground. You glance over your shoulder and see Rocket standing in the doorway.
‘’Rocket’’ you pant slightly with relief ‘’You scared the crap outta me.’’
Rocket chuckles carefully ‘’Sorry’’ he apologizes and grabs the book from the ground ‘’The complete Sherlock Holmes’’ he reads from the cover ‘’You like novels?’’
‘’Yea’’ you answer and Rocket hands you the book jback ‘’My mother told me a lot about Sherlock Holmes when I was little.’’
‘’Cool’’ Rocket draws with his mouth, like he wants to ask something but he hesitates if he should ask it ‘’Why did you needed some time alone?’’ he eventually asks and sits from the chair across from you. Because you didn’t want to look down on Rocket you sit down on Peter’s bed.
You sigh ‘’Just because…’’ you think for a minute ‘’Because it feels weird. I’ve lived in that prison for years, and now, in a blink of an eye, I just escape’’ you fiddle nervously on the fabric of your latex suit ‘’It feels like I’m in a dream, ya know?’’
‘’Yea, I know your feeling’’ Rocket siles wryly and nods understandable ‘’Like you’ve escaped reality, waiting for to be waken up.’’
‘’Yes, yes!’’ and you nod quickly and point with your finger ‘’Indeed.’’
‘’Yea, I’ve been through it myself. Wasn’t pretty.’’
It is quiet for a minute.
‘’You want to tell me?’’ you ask carefully and softly place a hand on Rocket’s furry arm. You feel a slight shock go through his body when you touch him, like he startles of something. He freezes and pulls his arm back.
‘’No.’’ he says through gritted teeth.
‘’Rocket…’’ you apologize, not actually knowing what you did wrong, but Rocket already doesn’t listens. He stands up and walks with quick steps to the door.
‘’Rocket! What’s wrong?’’ you ask confused. You feel you heart pounding in your thorax and you feel the smashing against your sleep.
Damn you Rocket. For making you feel this way.
Rocket stops walking at the doorpost. He slightly turns his face to you, but still with his eyes fixed on the ground.
‘’You.’’ he answers and walks away, leaving you behind confused and with upcoming tears.
Damn you Rocket.