i am old, but i'm happy
Rocket jolted out of sleep, the flashing on his comm sounding noisily before he answered it, making an attempt to stay quiet in respect of the fact that waking someone up in here would be, simply put, a way to get yelled at.
“Yeah?” he groaned, his voice still croaky. “What d’you want?”
Nebula’s metallic, to-the-point tone came through the small piece of tech, and he shook his head, adjusting to his surroundings. Jeez, how long was I out for?
“I am assuming you were asleep,” She commented, and Rocket could practically hear her eyes rolling over the smooth signal.
“Eh. Not everyday I get the chance for rest,” He replied simply. “You close to the ship?”
“I am approximately an hour’s walk from the Benatar.” She responded before attempting to lower her voice as much as she could.
“If my sister wakes up and I am not there…” She cleared her throat, her voice breaking despite it. “...Make sure she is alright.” The comm went dead, and Rocket heaved out a sigh.
“‘Lotta expectations.” He stood up, climbing up to check the readings on the display for Gamora, or in short, pretending as if he had any idea how to work them.
After a prolonged period of whatever that was, Rocket decided that the cockpit needed checking.
It was a sunny, cloudless day on the world they were stationed on, with tall, scraggly buildings in the distance,(and were those fireworks over there?) Rocket chuckled, his laugh reverberating around the empty halls of their ship.
His comlink flashed again, and he sighed, picking it up. It could be Drax or Mantis. Hell, it could even have been Groot, even if Rocket had never seen the young tree using it.
But it was definitely out of his mind that it would’ve been her.
“Rocket,” Gamora’s voice sounded weakly– and he almost stopped breathing.
“I’m on my way, don’t you dare flarkin’ move.” He scrambled over the ledge of the cockpit, not caring that he left a repair hatch open on one of the sides of where he’d been. Skidding to a halt, he looked up at the Zehoberei sitting up on the table, her eyes unfocused and puffy.
He hopped up so he was sitting next to her. “Are you..are you like–”
The raccoon gulped, not wanting to say the word ‘normal’.
She was struggling to keep herself together, and he could see it. “Should I get Quill?” he asked. She nodded, a brief smile saying all that it needed to, and that was it.
“I’m glad you’re back.” He grinned before exiting the room, re-opening his comlink.