Panic Attack

Untitled Part 4

Rocket shook his head furiously. This wasn't about to happen again. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. It had been three hours since his last episode and he hadn't even tried to fall back asleep, especially with those damned voices ringing in his head, and he certainly didn't want to risk leaving, afraid he'd end up being trapped in some sort of meeting about his 'special issue.'

He scoffed at the thought. Whatever this issue was, he could face alone, he didn't need the others staring down at him, eyes full of pity. He had worked far too hard to earn his reputation as the weapon addicted uncaring Rocket to lose it now because of a few stupid flashbacks.

His feet hit the floor and he instantly felt a twinge of unease in his stomach. He really didn't want to have to face the others. But he knew that the more that he stayed in this blasted room, the more they would worry. It was best to pretend it had never happened, keep them off his back for a little while at least so he could figure things out himself.

He felt no vibrations from the ship as he made his way through the corridors, which meant that they had landed somewhere for the time being, maybe he would be able to sneak out at some point, get himself a drink, at least that was his plan until he found everybody gathered in the kitchen.

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               To say that Gamora was frustrated was the understatement of the year. She was sitting back down in Quill's makeshift kitchen, a chipped cup filled to the brim with a bitter tasting liquid called coffee in her green hands. She grimaced at the taste, yet still found herself drinking it every morning.

               She leaned forward in her creaky chair and placed the mug down on the cluttered table, having already cleared a designated area of scattered papers and something that looked quite a bit like a bomb, most likely curtesy of the ship's furry mechanic.

               She ran her slender fingers through her dark hair groaning as a dull pain began to throb in her head. It was still rather early. In fact, after the whole Rocket incident she had never even tried going back to her bedroom, deciding that she wouldn't be getting much sleep anyhow.

               Drax had since docked the ship onto the nearest planet, a small and rather crowded planet, but it would give the group time to restock the ship and hopefully allow everyone to process exactly what was happening with their furry partner.

               It was obvious that the assassin was not the type to often have a sentimental or otherwise sensitive demeanor, and she didn't hesitate to show it when Rocket got on her nerves, such as when he left his handheld grenades on the floor for her to trip on in her morning haze (Quill had not taken kindly to having his ship almost destroyed in a stray blast.) But she did, however, care for each of the four other guardians and considered them all to be her family.

               Not that she really had that high of standards for a family seeing as though hers for the majority of her life consisted of being tortured by Thanos and striving to rise above her jealous sister, Nebula. But the band of misfits, as Peter had once called them, was growing closer by the day and the normally relentless warrior found herself growing fonder of them in a way that she couldn't quite place.

               Out of all of them though, Rocket was the only one who refused to open up to anybody, despite his walking tree friend that is. In fact, she couldn't think of a time since they had met where Groot had willingly left the small creatures side. Or maybe it was the other way around.

               Rocket was certainly not a social animal, often times wishing to remain on the ship tinkering with his explosives than explore a new planet with the others, unless it involved some type of alcohol, which she wasn't sure was the best thing for a raccoon to be ingesting, biologically enhanced or not. But he always seemed to be stuck to Groot's side, whether it be riding on the tall figure's shoulder or carrying him in a pot, it was the only time Rocket ever really opened up.