Rocket's POV - Rocket x Reader part 1

Going Through This Again...Really?

(Y/N) finally woke up and walked right into practically the same argument I was having with Quill earlier.

"Ranger Rick! Would you stop turning my ship into scrap metal? What are you making now?"

"Another bomb." I said nonchalantly.

(Y/N)'s eyebrows shot up. "A BOMB?! And you just leave it lyin' around?" She asked and Quill still looked astonished that I would even consider making more of them.

Really? We're going through this again?

"Like I told Peter, I'm gonna put it in a box."

"What's a box gonna do?!" She looked terrified. "What's that thing do?" She reached down to grab something.

 "Don't touch that! Geez, you people need to stop being all grabby and shit."

"What's it do?" She repeated. I sighed.

"It's for when things get rough or if you want to have some FUN and blow up MOONS." I said a little louder so Gamora could hear.

"I told you earlier. Nobody's blowing up moons."

"Everybody here's a killjoy. (Y/N), you want to blow up a moon with me, right?" I gave her a pleading look but she just shook her head. Eh, whatever. Who cares? I'm still gonna do it anyway.

At this point, everyone had gathered at the table to examine the orb. "So where's this buyer of yours?" Quill asked Gamora.

"We're heading in the right direction...for now." Wow. She's a real chatty one now, isn't she?

"How about you trusting me a little bit, hm?" Quill asked.

"And how much do you trust me?" She countered.

This was going to get good so I put down my projects and stood behind the group. The only thing I needed now was dinner. Heh. Dinner and a show.

"I'd trust you a lot more if you told us where we were going. What is this thing anyway?" Quill lifted the orb off the table and turned it in his hand then placed it back down. "I think it's some sort of weapon." Gamora suggested.

"If it's a weapon we should use it against Ronan!" Drax wrapped his massive hand around the relic and looked at it. "Put it down, you fool! You'll kill all of us!" Gamora's voice reflected her anger.

"Or just you, murderess!"

"I let you live ONCE, princess!"

"I AM NOT A PRINCESS!"

"Y'all knock it off or someone's getting a knuckle sandwich!" (Y/N) interjected that lovely comment which earned confused glances from both Gamora and Drax.

"Why would someone eat a sandwich made from knuckles? That's disgusting." Drax commented. (Y/N) groaned, obviously forgetting that some people didn't understand metaphors.

"It means I'm gonna punch somebody in the mouth. You know, the knuckles connect with lips and teeth and you know what? This is stupid. I'm out. Fill me in once these two are done killing each other." She directed that last part at Peter before turning on her heel to leave.

"Nobody's killing anybody on MY ship!" Quill exclaimed. (Y/N) had come to a stop when she saw me standing there staring at her. So what does she do? She stares back at me. "What? You got a problem, sweetheart?" I questioned and gave her a smug smirk.

"No, I just figured I'd stare at you until you thought it was awkward. But apparently that trick doesn't work on you." She explained.

I chuckled. "If anyone's gonna feel awkward, it's you."

"Is that a challenge?"

Boy, do I love challenges because I never lose. That's when a lightbulb went off in my head. "Yeah. It is. The first person to feel awkward loses. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants." The lightbulb lit up my whole brain. If I win, which I will, then she'll have to do whatever I say. I can tell her to stay away from me whenever I want and she'll have to do it. That way, I can get a grip on my feelings and knock off whatever this attraction was to her.

"It's a deal." She agreed to our terms. Perfect. I turned my back to her as I resumed my tinkering. That's when another idea hit me. "Be careful, sweetheart. You already owe me for stitchin' ya up."

"From what I recall, I was objecting to being stitched up and you playing doctor. I don't owe you squat." She folded her arms and gave me a shit-eating grin.

"You probably would have gotten an infection and died so I saved your life. So, yeah, ya do owe me." I returned the shit-eating grin as hers turned into an adorable frown. Dammit! Not adorable...not adorable...not-

"Fine, fine. Whatever. I might just have to save that knuckle sandwhich for you." She said half-jokingly.

"Can't bring fists to a gun fight, doll." I motioned towards all my weapons strewn across the floor.

"You always gotta have the last word, huh?"

"Yup." 

Not only do I love challenges, I love arguing with people. Especially when they can dish it right back. And like I said, this girl's got wits and can hold her own. GAH! Is there anything about her that's NOT attractive?! Maybe she picks her nose or something... I don't think that would change how I feel though. Man, this shit was so flarking confusing...

Just around the corner....

"Hey, do you see that?!" Quill whispered excitedly to an uninterested Gamora. "Something's goin' on between those two! We gotta- OUCH!"

Quill rubbed the back of his head where Gamora had slapped him. "It's none of our business with what's going on with them." She pointed out.

"Yeah, but this is my ship. Everyone and everything on it IS my business."

Gamora rolled her eyes and Quill turned his attention back to the others only to be disappointed. (Y/N) had left and Rocket went back to humming and building explosives. "Aw, man. I missed something. Thanks a lot!" Quill whined while Gamora pushed him towards the stairs leading towards the cockpit.

"Quit your sniveling. We need to navigate the ship to our destination because we'll be there shortly."

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