Rocket's POV - Rocket x Reader part 1

A Mining Pod Dog Fight

These mining pods are pretty much useless except for, well, mining. Necrocrafts were behind us blasting away and trust me. You do NOT want to get blasted with Necroplasm. That's some serious shit.

I navigated the maze of skyscrapers in Knowhere and was getting nowhere. This was a bad situation gone to worse. We have no weapons and no place to hide and these damned little things can't even go into space!

Quill's pod pulled up alongside mine. "Quill! How the hell are we supposed to fight these things?!" I shouted over the intercom while steering around a building.

"These pods are made from industrial grade materials. They'll withstand practically anything."

"Not against Necroplasme they don't."

"That's not what I'm saying." Quill gave me a pointed look at my confusion. Then the bulb went off. "Ohh. Heh!" This was gonna be FUN!

I sideswiped a Necrocraft right into a building and smashed into another one from behind. "WHOO HOO! Take that! Man, do I love smashing shit!"

"Who would've thought?" Quill said sarcastically.

Our strange version of a dog fight came to an end when Gamora announced her not so brilliant idea of going into space...In a mining pod.

"WHAT??! NO! Gamora! These things aren't meant to go into space! Quill! Come back! GAAAAH!!" Why? Why would she think that's a great idea? And then Quill has the balls to fly out there after her! Those numb-skulls must have a death wish. 

"Oh, I'm not safe on this planet so let me just fucking take a mining pod out into space WHERE I'M JUST GONNA DIE ANYWAY!!!" I said in a mocking tone as I took off behind them. Something is seriously wrong with their logic.

Out in space I caught up with Quill and we watched helplessly at Gamora's sister, Nebula, blew up the mining pod and took the stone. Pieces of the mining pod floated around Gamora, who was unconscious. Peter looked absolutely devastated. Ice had started forming on the glass of the mining pods and I spoke to Peter over the radio.

"There's nothing we can do for her, Quill. If we don't get back down there we'll be in the same boat as her." That's when I saw his face change as determination took over. "Quill what are you doing?"

Quill was contacting Yondu, giving him the exact coordinates of his location. "Quill! You'll die! Get back into the pod!" I watched as he opened the hatch and pushed off the pod towards Gamora. Once he reached her, he gave her his mask. Quill instantly started to freeze, his face forming ice crystals and his movements became stiff.

"Aw, man. Come on!!" I jerked my mining pod to the right and zoomed back towards Knowhere before the Ravagers decided to include me in their little get together. If anybody'd ask, I'd tell them that I don't give a rat's ass about Quill, Gamora, or anybody else. But the truth was...they were starting to grow on me. Even if they did piss me off. Like right now.

Despite my anger, I thought about (Y/N) and if it was her who was in that situation, floating in space waiting to die. If that had been me, would I have done what Quill did? Would I care enough about her to risk my own life like that?

I wasn't sure what the answer was and the thought left me with unwelcome feelings, making me even more pissed off than I already was. By the time I landed the mining pod back on Knowhere, I wanted to kick somebody in the shins or bite their arm. And maybe blow up something. Or all of the above.

"IDIOTS! They're all idiots! Quill and Gamora just got themselves captured by Ravagers and Ronan has the stone." I noticed (Y/N) peel herself from a cement wall with even more injuries than she already had. I had a pretty good idea of who I was gonna bite and his name was Drax.

"None of this would've happened if you didn't try to single-handedly take on a FRIGGING ARMY!" I roared at the tattooed man. All he could do was look in shame at the ground.

"You are right. All my anger and hate...I was just using it as an excuse..." Drax said.

Really? I'll give you something to be angry about, I thought. "Oh, boo-hoo. My wife and child are DEAD." I mocked, making myself look so sad. Groot gasped and gave me a scandalous look. "Oh, I don't care if it's rude. Everybody's got dead people. But that's not an excuse to get everyone else here killed along with ya." For emphasis, I threw an arm out in (Y/N)'s direction as she hobbled her way over to us. I wanted to claw his eyes out and swear at him some more but we don't have time for all that.

"Come on, Groot.. We'll take (Y/N) with us and try to get to the other side of the galaxy, and maybe, just MAYBE, we'll be able to live out full lives before that whackjob ever gets there." I turned to leave.

"I am Groot."

"What? Save them? How? There's an army of Ravagers around us and only three of us."

Drax stood up and put a hand on Groot's shoulder. "No. Four."

I was furious, livid, pissed. I felt myself start to shake in pure rage as I turned around and started to violently kick a clump of sod. "You're makin'. Me. Beat. Up. GRASS!" The sod went sailing through the air and his some poor sap in the back of the head.

I heard (Y/N) start to chuckle but then she gasped in pain. "That's whatcha get for laughing at me when I'm angry." I growled at her.

"Can you blame me? That was hysterical! And I would be laughing so hard that my ribs would have cracked anyway."

We made our way back to the Milano, me carrying (Y/N) because she would have taken forever and a day to get there in her condition. Once inside, I set her down and she walked over to the conference table and put her arms on the top and leaned on them, trying to take off some of the pressure from her broken ribs.

"So what's the plan?" I looked over at her, her black eye a stark contrast against her skin. There was also other bruises along her arms along with several scrapes and cuts. She looked like she got hit by a space ship.

"I am Groot." Groot crossed his arms and looked sternly at (Y/N).

"I agree. You aren't going to do anything except rest. We'll look at your injuries once we rescue Quill and Gamora." I hopped up into one of the chairs and took a seat.

"But I can-"

Goddammit, woman! "No you can't, and no you won't. And if you try anything, I will tie you to the chair or whatever so you can't get up." I folded my arms and squinted my eyes at her. Her mouth hung open in disbelief and I couldn't help but think about her cuffed to the chair and-

"I am Groot."

I cannot believe he just freaking said that... "Shut up, idiot." Groot smiled at me with raised eyebrows and I'm sure everyone could see the smoke coming from my ears. Hell no...and what the hell does Groot know about that shit anyway?

"What'd he say?"

Wouldn't you like to know, I chuckled darkly before responding. "Nuthin'." 

I stalked over to my stash of equipment and various parts, gathered a bunch in my arms, and then deposited them on the table. "Back to the plan. I'm going to make this weapon and here's how it's gonna go down..."