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Rocket's Little Girl

When a small Terran child is abducted and experimented on for months, she makes a friend. Little did she know, that she would help him as much as he helped her. "You know, your fur is really pretty," she said louder, determined to keep his attention. Subject 89P13’s fur bristled instantly; his head snapped to look at her with the most shocked face Phoenix had ever seen. "What!?" he croaked out. Phoenix could not help but giggle at this, "Your fur! It looks soft! The color is also the opposite of the walls. " A matter-of-fact tone laced her words as she perked up. Subject 89P13 genuinely was bewildered. "The walls?" he echoed. All he got was a curt nod from the little girl.

TW: Blood, Child experimentation, kidnapping, needles, depressing themes.

Chapter One

White rooms.

That's what laboratories are always portrayed with.

The sterile halls, the fluorescent lights, hushed experiments gone wrong.

It sounds like a horrible place on paper, but living through it is another whole monstrosity. Not a single depiction has described how loud it always feels. The hallways tower above you like mountains, the ceiling an unreachable and manufactured sky. Every small noise from a pin dropping to a featherlight footstep was made into a loud roar. It echoed and echoed until your skull started to rattle, and it never faded, because your own breathing would become warped and echo back to you in a garbled voice. Your own body soon became your enemy, as it betrayed you day in and day out.

Nothing felt private. Nothing felt sacred. Nothing was your own. Even if you spent a lifetime in this sterile prison, you would never feel comfortable. You’d never feel warm or at peace. The floors would always remain cold and sticky to your bare feet, which would always make your feet sore when you finally sat back down. Instead of your clothing becoming comfortable and molding to your body over time, the fabric would always feel coarse. Sometimes, after you woke up, you would have a rash from where the fabric was pressed on too tightly. Breathing even felt like an action that wasn’t even your own. The air tasted stale and recycled, after a few days indoors you forget what a breeze felt like. It was all so sickening bright, so sickeningly clean, and so sickeningly loud. The fluorescent lights would always taunt you and remind you of a sun, but lack the warmth, and always let out a loud droning hum. It was always too bright.

"Too bright… " Phoenix thought.

She tried to blink in an attempt to get used to the light burning into her eyes. Her efforts were in vain, and all she got in return was dry eyes. The sleep in her eyes only added to her discomfort. With a whine, the little girl attempted to rub her eyes, nothing happened, so she tried it again. As her consciousness was slowly being regained, she could feel the pressure of some metallic edges digging into her wrists.

Phoenix then turned her head to the side, trying to get some respite from the bright lights, only to be met with the torsos of strangers in green. The clothes they wore were familiar but completely void of wear and tare. A wave of realization washed over the 9 year old. She remembered this place. This was the place they would take her and-

A sense of dread filled her gut, making her throat dry up. She started to tug on her restraints, ignoring the pain against her bone.

"No-no… I don't want… here." She muttered out, her voice shaking. She was still being affected by whatever they were pumping into her, so she could hardly make a coherent sentence. A sense of helplessness caused her to try to suck up as much air as she could, only to just let it all out at once, and soon this process began to repeat.

The people in white walked around her, taking notes and checking the distant screens. If Phoenix's eyes weren't being clouded with tears she would have probably been able to read them. She started to shake her head in an attempt to distract herself, to get away, or something similar.

Her small voice choked out “i wa-nt to go hom-me."

A faint sense of accomplishment flooded her mind when her weak struggling got some attention. She let out a small wail when the pain in her wrists became too much to handle. With a frustrated groan, she eased up on struggling, soon resorting to speaking since she had their attention. A larger person in green scurried over and quickly inspected her.

"The chemicals wore off, subject is conscious"

"Put it under again."

Phoenix didn't like the way these people talked about her. It made her feel small, well, smaller. She felt the tears begin to run down her cheeks. She hated feeling as if she were an animal unworthy of interaction or consideration. She voiced this with the most strength she could muster in her current state.

"nO- I D-DON'T LIKE THIS-"

Her moment of strength seemed to only make it worse, because she then caught a glimpse of a needle nearing her. Her mind was soon clear of any Haze, and she became aware of the fact she couldn't feel her legs. She couldn't stop herself from beginning to tremble and shake, afraid to even glance down.

" Yes ma'am. " The bigger person in white responded.

The person came near and grabbed her left forearm holding it still, their grip too tight, and the gloves irritating her skin even more.

Phoenix attempted to thrash, but felt like her limbs weighed a hundred pounds. She couldn't handle another needle or injection. She couldn't handle falling asleep again. To aid her objection she let out a broken scream, which began to sting her throat. But it didn't matter how much thrashing or yelling she did because in the end, she was still a prisoner. She still wasn't her own. She was their object. She didn't have a single choice in her life that wasn't made by someone else and in moments like these, that reality made itself incredibly clear.

The ice cold needle slid into her arm and the doctor pushed the sedative into her frail body.

A final desperate scream tore through before the girl's eyes shut, her world going dark and her body going numb.

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She missed her family more than anything. Her daddy would know what to do. Her mommy would find her. They loved her, they told her so every day. They would find her. She was certain of it. She had to be.

And so, every day she would wait. Eyes glued to the door, waiting for her parents. Always waiting only to always be heartbroken and devastated when she was met with a man in strange armor placing a tray of food. In moments like those she was reminded that she, in fact, was very hungry. So she would eat, fall asleep, then wake up with a new bandage or a new ache in her body. It was maddening, and months of this passed by with her still hoping, longing, and believing that her parents would come for her.

She would always begin to remember the time she spent when she would play with her family. She would try to remember what her mom and dad would sound like when they laughed, but as time passed, doing that made her feel worse. She would never admit it, but she had forgotten what they sounded like, and soon couldn't remember the details of their faces. all good things must come to an end so they say.

Phoenix didn't even know when she broke, but she knew it happened. She was forced to realize her family wasn't coming back. She realized she didn't even know how long she had been left there. She didn't even know if her birthday had passed… She was alone. Alone… Alone… Alone…

Sitting and waiting was quickly replaced with screaming, crying, and hitting the walls. Day after day, Phoenix would scream and yell but no change ever came. She even tried to attack the man who gave her food, which resulted in a nasty bruise on her eye that swelled. She learned very quickly that it was more trouble than it was worth to throw tantrums. Soon she became tired of crying, she became tired of tantrums, and so she began to become hopelessly docile. The silence was deafening, but the echo if she did speak was painful. The noise of her own voice was sickening to her now.

She soon began to try to get used to her schedule. She would sit and sit, alone and unbearingly uncomfortable, they would feed her mush, she would fall asleep, and when they were done with whatever they did, back into her room Phoenix would go. Never a toy or something like it to keep her company. Not a single thing to distract herself from the place she remained. The walls were far too empty and clean to even make shapes out. The only company was the all too bright lights above her. Always on, always looming, always cold.

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At this point Phoenix lost count how many days, weeks, or months passed. It could've been years for all she knew, but she hadn't really grown much, so she doubts it. Today was just like any other day, the same silence and drone of the lights above, she stared at her legs, tracing over the scars on them, not really noticing that her skin didn't feel her own fingers on some particular spots. She flexed her toes and began to try to move one at a time. A dull sense of pride caused the slightest of smiles to grace her features because she realized she has improved her control over her toes.

She heard footsteps approaching her room. She let her hands drop to her sides and she stared at the door expectantly, her smile dissipating. Another meal, she curiously wondered where her new scar would be. Instead of her usual meal of mush that greeted her, she instead saw the man in the armor holding nothing but his weapon. A newfound terror found its way into Phoenix's gut as she scrambled into the corner.

"Wh-what did I do??!!" She yelled at the man. Her body began to tremble and shake without her being able to control it.

In response the guard began to walk over to her, causing Phoenix to cover her face with her hands, curling up. Instead of a hit of pain, she felt the person's hand grab her upper arm and practically rip it out of its socket. She let out an involuntary wail of terror as she was yanked to her feet. Before she could comprehend what was happening the person began to drag her out of the room at a faster pace than Phoenix had walked in who knows how long.

Phoenix could barely stand let alone walk, so she was constantly stumbling over her own feet. She could honestly admit she was too scared to see where she was being dragged. All that she could comprehend is that she was being taken to some horrific place and that she would be awake during one of the experiments, or worse, she could've lost her use. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks and all she could do was bury her face into her free hand, blindly being dragged through the halls.

The noise was too loud, her feet painfully dragged on the ground as it clung to her flesh. The noise leaving a squeaking echo, making her want to puke. The distant wails and screams made louder the farther she was dragged. Her hands soon went from her eyes to her ear, trying to block them out. She hadn't even noticed the fact she had started to hyperventilate.

Then, all at once, she was tossed onto some metal floor haphazardly. She hit the ground with a loud thud, it was all she could do to not open her eyes. Instead, she just curled up as she heard the sound of a latch closing. The ache on her skin where she was dragged was already beginning to bruise. She didn't want to open her eyes. She just wanted to get out of this place. She didn’t even remember where she wanted to go, just someplace not sterile. All she could continue to do was cry. So she remained curled up, hoping to just fall asleep.

“Some of us are trying to sleep in here!” a raspy voice called out.

Phoenix instinctively flinched at the sudden voice. Another voice? Not just a voice, this one was different from the usual monotone voices that plagued her thoughts. Not even similar to the voices that would drone on and on behind closed doors, or when a sedative would wear off.

"Oh my god, there's a kid now." another voice mumbled, seemingly to themself.

“People?” Phoenix thought. In a moment of hesitant hope, she took a chance to glance up, not sure what she was expecting to see. What greeted her were mats on the floor that lined each unbearingly white wall. Each held Animals, Creatures, and a few humans, none seemed to be her age, making Phoenix feel embarrassed that she had been on the floor crying seconds earlier.

She glanced around the room, trying to gather more of her barings. Not many stared at the small girl for long, seeming to not want to accept her presence. Some of the ones that would meet her gaze soon turned away in what seemed like disgust or irritation. Phoenix wiped a tear track from her face, trying to calm her beating heart. She hadn’t realized she was still crying. With a resounding sniff, she sat on her knees.

Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as her old room. At least she isn’t alone anymore. Phoenix attempted to ignore the gnawing in the back of her mind that it was going to get much worse, somehow. After spotting an open mat in the farest corner of the room, Phoenix shakily stood up, making her way to the unoccupied space. While she attempted to stumble to the back of the room, growls and snarls would greet her if she tripped too close to an individual.

Their eyes followed her every move. Phoenix felt exposed, the hair on the back of her neck standing, she felt as if one wrong move would have her killed. Not that she hadn't before but now, with all these creatures looking at her like prey, it made her heart race. As she neared the back of the room the girl stumbled to the mat in the corner. As far away as possible from the beings. The mat was just as stiff as the one in her old room. The pillow case was quite literally a burlap sack and the blanket was no more than a thin sheet.

“At least I have a blanket.” she optimistically thought. The second her knees touched the cushion she heard the sound of a strong electricity surge around her, causing her to involuntarily yelp. She frantically glanced around the room, no one seemed phased. She did manage to pick up on the slight discoloration of the white around her. Curiosity that she had forgotten she still had immediately gave her a wide eyed expression. She scooched close to the edge of the discoloration and stared at it. She blew on it and felt her own breath blow back. A smile graced her feature as she went to poke it. Her joy only increased, her hand felt fuzzy when she touched it. A part of hew realized she now had a smaller space to exist, but now she had a tingly wall, which was a decent trade off. She soon let her hand sprawl out over the barrier, seeing it grow slightly glitchy, but she enjoyed the tickling on her hand. Most of the other experiments had gone back to ignoring her at this point, but a few glares had returned because she was becoming an irritant.

Noticing the tension in the air, her smile immediately retreated as she looked down at her lap. Phoenix turned away hoping they would go back to trying to sleep. She decided today she wouldn’t focus on the barrier, instead she would cover herself with a sheet she never had before. After scampering on top of the mat, Phoenix took a glance around the room. As long as she stayed quiet and out of the way, no one would bother her. With a delicate maneuver, she snuggled herself under the sheet. Somehow, in the large, cold, and echoing room, Phoenix found herself just relieved she is no longer alone. Even if the people around her weren’t kind, they were like her.

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Phoenix never wanted the silence ever again. She never wanted to go back to being alone ever again, but in moments like these she second guessed herself. The hallways outside of the doors echoed loud enough into the room where she was curled up. A scream far too violent to result in anything good. It was all the little girl could do to hide herself under the sheet and cover her ears as tightly as she could, but it could never block it out. “ kid.” She fainty heard a familiar voice call, but she didn’t make a move. The screaming continued to fill the room, it made her want to throw up. Her stomach churned as she heard a loud crash. Phoenix began to shake her head violently, then began to hit her head, trying to distract herself. “Kid!” the voice repeated, louder and angrier than before. It apparently was enough because it caused phoenix to peek out from under the thin sheet at the creature across from her. “I was worried you knocked yourself out or somethin'.” Phoenix didn’t smile at this, she instead flinched at the yells from the guards. Nothing the creature had said to her in the past ever seemed to help her. He snapped at her when she asked about the strange men, telling her that they were actually called the security. He always seemed to be angry with her, the more and more people disappeared the more frightened she would feel, and the meaner he would get.

She faintly heard a tired sigh from the creature. “You got a name?” he sounded like he was straining to remove the growl from his voice. Phoenix looked at the creature and took a slow breath “...Phoenix?” “gee kid do you not even know your own-” just as he began, he stopped, took a deep breath, then started over “That’s a nice name… “

"Thank you…What's- what's your name?"

Phoenix spoke hesitantly to not anger him again, she wasn’t sure how this snappy creature would react to her in general. The creature looked at Phoenix with an expression akin to bewilderment or frustration. After a few seconds of him gauging her expression his mouth twitched as he looked at the wall to his side, crossing his arms casually

" 89P13."

Phoenix scrunched her nose at this. "That's not a name.. that's just a lot of numbers."

The small creature took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. His ear twitched before opening his mouth to explain.

"Well-"

"What's something you like?"

Subject 89P13 didn't know how to respond to this small child. She was genuinely curious, he could see it but he knew he couldn't play into her little game. Getting to know people didn't help anyone here. He honestly had no idea why he even tried to spark up a conversation anyway.

"Doesn't matter. " He ended the conversation as quickly as it had started. Padding back to his mat, he sat down, back facing the small girl. It wouldn't help to talk to her.

Phoenix stared at the angry little creature's back. That was her first conversation that had lasted over a minute. A newfound determination and desperation to not let it end filled her chest, her fingers twitched with eagerness, because this was also the first time 89P13 hadn't completely snapped at her.

“You know your fur is really pretty” she spoke louder than before, determined to keep his attention.

Subject 89P13’s fur bristled instantly, his head snapped to look at her with the most shocked face phoenix had ever seen. “What!?” he croaked out.

Phoenix couldn't help but giggle at this, “your fur! It looks soft! The color is also the opposite of the walls.” A matter of fact tone laced her words as she perked up.

Subject 89P13 genuinely was bewildered. “The walls?” he echoed. All he got was a curt nod from the little girl.

"They sometimes hurt my eyes. They get too bright. The lights hurt sometimes too. But they tell me to not talk about it. They used to say I talk too much. I learned that they won't hurt me as much if I stay quiet " Phoenix took a moment to actually breathe.

Subject 89P13 stared dumbfounded at the little girl. He honestly felt like he just opened a can of worms he wouldn’t be able to close again.

"That's why I said your fur is pretty. It's nice to look at and doesn't hurt my eyes. And it looks warm. Are you always warm? Or do you get cold? "

The small creature had no idea how to respond to this. The fact that someone, this tiny girl nonetheless, was trying to continue a conversation. She was clueless, she had to be. Phoenix was staring at him with a hopeful expression on her face. A part of him couldn’t actually conjure the energy to snap at her, so with a resounding huff, he responded.

"Uh- I don't get cold. "

Phoenix grinned at his answer and tried again at her first question " What do you like? "

Subject 89P13 found himself answering even though he'd have a better time not even acknowledging the runt.

"I like sleeping." he answered shortly, only to catch the girl’s excitement dull. He growled to himself before giving a better answer. “ I like making things. “

He felt his stomach churn as he heard an excited gasp, he had to close his eyes to try and hide his grimace. A soft pitter-patter of Phoenix's feet echoed throughout the room as she got close to the barrier.

" What kind of things? " She asked in wonder.

“Great,” Subject 89P13 groaned to himself.

“ I build things like… “ Subject 89P13 looked for the simplest of words to describe his ‘hobby’ “remotes..?”

“ remotes? “ Phoenix scrunched her nose. "That doesn't sound exciting" she thought. "For what?"

" For- things. "

"What kind of things?"

Subject 89P13 was growing annoyed with her never ending curiosity. " Bomb things. Now stop asking questions."

Phoenix tried to stay quiet, she really did but she just needed to ask one more little question.

"What do you need bombs for? Are you a spy-"

" Just Shut UP! " he barked at Phoenix.

The young girl flinched at his raised tone, her expression immediately falling. She looked away and shuffled back to her mat. She ducked under her sheet and turned to the wall, she would’ve apologized but decided being quiet was better. She attempted to not let it get to her, but of course, her shaky breathing echoed through the room. After a little bit she quieted down, her eyelids growing heavy. She welcomed sleep the second it came.

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At some point, Phoenix had become old enough to be awake during the testing. She didn't know what marked her ready for that, but over the last 15 times, Phoenix had been poked, prodded, and injected with a wide arrangement of needles and liquids. On some special days she would be knocked unconscious, then wake up with a large bandage somewhere with stitched. Today was one of those days.

She was now laying on her bed already tracing the bruises forming across her body. The damage most definitely internal this time. There was a new pain behind her eyes, almost that akin to a migraine. The more she thought about it the worse it got, so she tried to turn her attention to other things.

People began to disappear a short while after she arrived. She didn't really understand where they were taken, subject 89P13 never seemed to tell her, so she decided not to pry. As of now, the room she once felt threatened in was now becoming an empty cage like the one she was trapped in for as long as she could remember. Subject 89P13 was still around and every once in a while they would have a small conversation, his patience for her seeming to improve the older she got. There seemed to be a moment that neither one was going anywhere, and neither one wanted to.

Today seemed to be one of subject 89P13's test days, due to his absence. So it was silent, the stuffy and loud silence she had grown to despise. The one that haunted her every waking moment. She hated it more than she could comprehend. Phoenix huffed and diverted her attention to a way to keep the silence to a minimum. Humming to herself she discovered seemed to work. For better or for worse, there wasn't anyone in here to be bothered by it anyway…

So little Phoenix sat there humming out different tunes, building upon her previous works. In the end she started coming up with lyrics too, none of which made much sense but that wasn't the point. It was a shred of happiness and she grasped on to it. One of the few things she truly believes is her own. One of the only things that they don't own.

A loud screech of the door interrupted her song, making Phoenix jump. On instinct she scooted herself onto her mat and pulled her pillow close, keeping her gaze on the ground.

The loud footsteps of the guards were a silent promise of her companion returning, so despite her fear of them, their presence was welcome.

There was a pained grunt and a loud thud coming from across the room, then the all familiar whir of electricity. Then the footsteps faded, and their presence was gone with a resounded slam of the door.

The sound still echoing a few seconds after they disappeared. Once it was silent, Phoenix could just about make out and strained breathing from across the room.

Slowly, Phoenix looked up from the ground and was greeted with the all familiar brown creature in a fetal position. Her gut seemed to weigh thousands of pounds at the sight of new electrical attachments littering his back; the fur was freshly shaved and the skin was grotesquely raw. She set her pillow to the side as delicately as possible and crawled to the edge of her barrier. All she could do for a while was stare in horror, her eyes watering.

"Are you ok?" She barely whispered out.

The room took her voice and easily carried it to the creature despite her initial volume. In return, he growled out something Incoherent, his back still to her. The strain in his voice was palpable, and seemed to end with a stunted wail in pain. He clearly wasn't able to speak even if he wanted to.

Phoenix shut her mouth and felt helpless. This was worse than she had ever even imagined. Her own aches seemed to disappear and were replaced with dread. Or was it anger?

Silence filled the air, consistently being broken with a strained groan from 89P13. It was all she could do to try to look for something to help him. All she could do was draw a blank. And so she remained sitting at the edge of her barrier, feeling small, well, smaller.

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" a…at least your fur is still pretty…?"

A bark of a laugh that sounded more like a gasp of pain was the response she got. " you.. and your thing with fur- Gah- !"

89P13 could hardly speak without it feeling like his insides were being ripped apart. Yet somehow he managed to laugh. His grimace was practically a sneer, but the corners of it turned up. "This kid" he silently laughed to himself.

Phoenix's frown turned into a look of horror as she saw the small creature force himself to roll over. She got the smaller glimpse of parts of his skin breaking and red peaking out. Then she met his eyes. " your… your back was red " she spoke as softly as she could.

89P13 couldn't help but slightly grin at this. " what's n-new… " he strained through clenched teeth.

Phoenix scowled at the creature, which honestly amused him. "Are you going to lecture me-?" He quirked a brow, as his body started to sweat.

"Please, don't disappear." She spoke just as softly as she usually did.

And there it was. The thing 89P13 wanted to avoid, attachment. Be it the strain it was to speak, or the sudden shock, he honestly couldn't tell, but he just stared.

"I don't want to be alone again." Phoenix was unashamed to admit it. It was more selfish than she wanted to acknowledge, but it was true. Right now, she didn't know what else she wanted to say anyway.

On 89P13's side, he was practically a statue. He swallowed dryly and soon winced in pain.

Taking a shaky breath, " me neither, kid " he barely muttered out.

They met each other's gaze, in a silent promise. Phoenix wanted to say much more, but she knew nothing would've really mattered. 89P13's gaze softened and after a few seconds, he blinked slowly before rolling onto his stomach, shutting his eyes fully. The blood now clearly staining the edges of his fur.

With that she turned back to her wall and layed down. Her aches weren’t gone but thinking about his injuries made Phoenix feel oddly numb to her own ailments. She didn't have metal in her body, well there was none that she knew of, and here she was being sad about it when he was in a lot more pain then her.

As she snuggled onto her mat she thought of all the ways to make him feel better. Maybe she could make a remote. He liked remotes.

Phoenix decided that someday, she would make a remote for 89P13.

#gotg #gotg v3 #peter quill x reader #rocket racoon #drax the destroyer #groot #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #starlord #gamora #rocket racoon platonic

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 9 months

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Y/N: *walking into the room while yawning and stretching* Hey, guys. How’s it going?

Rocket: Where the hell have you been?

Y/N: Sleeping… why?

Gamora: Well, you’ve been sleeping these past two days straight, then

Y/N: Wow… I’m going back to sleep

Peter: *walking in and slamming the door* YOU’VE BEEN ASLEEP?!?! FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS?!?!

Peter: *angrily charging at Y/N* I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD

Y/N: OH SHIT-

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marvel1939and1993 · 5 years

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Tenth installation of my marvel soulmate au! Platonic Soulmates: Rocket and Groot

#AO3 fanfic #ao3fic #fanfic #soulmate au #soulmate #platonic soulmates #MCU #Marvel #Guardians of the Galaxy #rocket racoon and groot #Rocket #rocket raccoon #Groot #PadawanMaxineKenobi

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a-simple-gaywitch · 5 years

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HOL YFUC K YOU THE MCU THIS MAKES ME VERY HAPPY UHHHHH-- Female Reader and Rocket having a daughter/father like friendship, and the latter getting veeeery protective once reader meets Peter Parker and the two have an implied crush on each other?? Thank yOU!

“Here,” Peter said, handing you your weapon.

You smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear. “Thanks.”

“Not on my watch!” Rocket yelled, hopping onto your back in the fatherly way he always did.

“Rocket!” you groaned.

#em writes #em answers #rocket racoon #guardians of the galaxy #platonic guardians x reader

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mslaevateinn · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes Bingo - Laevateinn’s Masterpost

Laevateinn's Master post for the @buckybarnesbingo - IT’S A BLACKOUT

Square filled: B1: Naked cuddles Work: Lounging on Christmas Morning Rating: T Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: Fluff, Retired Steve Rogers, Retired Bucky Barnes, Lounging Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve and Bucky enjoy some peace and quiet on Christmas morning. Word count: 1k

Square filled: B2: Family Work: Who dares challenge Loki into a snowball fight? Rating: G Ship: Bucky/Steve (background) Major tags: Snowball fight, drabble, fun and light Warnings: N/A Summary: Snow, teenagers - plus two centenarians - and shenanigans. Word count: 100

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Square filled: B4: Zombies (adopted) Work: Taking the shield and dying with it Rating: T Ship: N/A Major tags: Zombies, What If coda, Bucky pov (ep 5) Warnings: MCD Summary: Major Character Death, zombies, What If coda, Bucky pov (ep 5) Word count: 765

Square filled: B5: The floor is lava Work: A Weird kind of paintball Rating: T Ship: Bucky/Steve (background) Major tags: crack, paintball, team as family Warnings: N/A Summary: Things get interesting when Loki is involved in a paintball game Word count: 720

Square filled: U1: Spanking Work: Last Christmas, you became mine Rating: M Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: Shrunkyclunks, Modern Bucky, drabble Warnings: N/A Summary: A movie spurs bad memories for Bucky and Steve decides to care matters into his own hands Word count: 100

Square filled: U2: AU: Medieval (adopted) Work: MRBB Earth’s Mightiest phase - Snippet Rating: T Ship: N/A Major tags: AU Medieval; Medusa!Bucky; snippet; snarky Bucky; arrow wounds Warnings: N/A Summary: Experimented on by HYDRA, Bucky now turns to stone anyone who crosses his eyes. Afraid to hurt people, he elected to hide in the mountains, but one day his enemies catch up with him. Word count: 490

Square filled: U3: Presumed Dead Work: Valse à trois temps (Waltz to three beats) (Chapter 1) Rating: M Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: Presumed dead, not IW or Endgame compliant, on the run, undercover mission, polyamory, relationship negotiation, art as therapy, dancing, embedded fanart Warnings: N/A Summary: It all starts with a fucking Disney movie. Or rather, a song. Peter made them all sit on the sofa, since apparently not having watched Anastasia is some kind of crime. Not that it would matter much after all he's done, but Bucky isn’t going to bring that up to the kid. But that's how it starts. The name of the song is Once Upon a December, as he learns later. As soon as the first notes resonate in the room, he's transported back to another ballroom. A slightly younger version of himself, a red haired young woman twirling in his hands. They exchange a glance, and it's no surprise they find themselves alone in the gym a bit later. With each spin, a bit of their past comes back to life. Word count: 5.6k

Square filled: U4: pic: Bucky & Rocket (adopted) Work: A Talking Racoon, a Sentient Tree and an Emotional Satellite Walk Into a Bar Rating: T Ship: Bucky & Steve Major tags: Borderline crack, Bickering, Steve and Bucky being almost normal for once, Canon Divergent after IW, The relationship between Bucky and Steve can be read as platonic or romantic Warnings: N/A Summary: “Was.” “Was not.” “How could you know what … he meant, you weren’t even there!” Steve sputtered. “I know because Rocket told me earlier,” Bucky said, as if the answer was obvious. “Right, Rocket. Is that… No, I don’t know. Who is that again?” “The racoon” “The… racoon,” Steve enounced, slowly. Or, the one time Steve and Bucky react like normal people after what Bucky will call "the great battle against the giant grape". Word count: 640

Square filled: U5: Bruce Banner Work: BBB October 2021 Round Robin Rating: G Ship: N/A Major tags: Developing Friendships, Team Bonding, Meditation, Domestic Avengers Warnings: N/A Summary: How Bucky starts finding and expanding his comfort zone, and making friends with the Avengers. Word count: 350

Square filled: C1: Sam Wilson Work: I just want to get better (chapter 2) Rating: M Ship: Bucky & Sam Major tags: Queer Bucky Barnes, Self Loathing, Self-Esteem Issues Warnings: Homophobia, Racism(from the bad guys), canon level of violence, Kids in danger (but nothing happens to them), Summary: We get Bucky's recollection of the events that triggered his nightmare, his reaction to it and a nice moment between Sam and Bucky. Word count: 3.2k

Square filled: C2: Schmoop Work: Save a horse, ride a supersoldie Rating: M Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: Pride parade, LGBT Avengers (not all of them), fluff Warnings: N/A Summary: Just a little pride parade one shot, because we never have enough of these. It's just fluff and fun, really. Set in an ambiguous timeline, where IW and Endgame never happened, but Asgardians are refugees and the accords... got cancelled. Word count: 1k

Square filled: C3: Free Work: BBB September Round Robin Rating: G Ship: N/A Major tags: AU: High School, School dance, Goats Warnings: N/A Summary: Bucky, Steve, and Natasha are helping decorate the hall for their school dance. Commence shenanigans. Word count: 350

Square filled: C4: Denial Work: Acceptance is the first part of healing Rating: T Ship: Bucky & Sam Major tags: 1e3 : Power Broker, TFATWS coda, Angst, hopeful(ish) ending Warnings: PTSD, Implied sexual abuse/assault, dissociation, flashbacks Summary: "You good ?" Wilson asks him, after he fought against eight men. "You okay ?" Wilson asks him, when they get to Sharon’s house. "You hurt ?" Wilson asks him, when they get out of the car. Yes, Wilson. All good. Now if the guy could shut up and carry on, that'd be great. Why would he be "not fine" anyway ? It's not as if anything that happened that day hasn't happened before. Word count: 900

Square filled: C5: Alien planet Work: Away Mission Rating: T Ship: Bucky/Steve (background) Major tags: Away mission, Star Trek fusion Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve and Bucky are sent on an away mission and the scenery is breathtaking Word count: 125 + moodboard

Square filled: K1: Morning sex Work: Kiss me, I’m Irish Rating: M Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: St Patrick's day, Crack, Steve is a little shit, Domestic Avengers, Irish Steve, Fluff and humour Warnings: N/A Summary: The elevator dings and a voice booms as soon as the doors open. ""Steven you little shit !"" Oh oh. What happened this time ? Sam puts his book down on the armrest and exchanges a look with Wanda who does the same. This was going to be interesting. Word count: 1.9k

Square filled: K2: pic: Bucky in the chair Work: A new arm for a new life Rating: T Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: Very mild angst, H/C Warnings: Start of a panic attack (dealt with almost instantly) Summary: Something had been malfunctioning in the vibranium arm, and Shuri was going to fix it. Except the set-up, the glint of the metal and the tools were just what his brain needed to go back to the last time his arm got a check-up. Word count: 720

Square filled: K3: Cat Work: Warm snuggles Rating: G Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: Alpine, Cudles, fireplace, fluff Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve comes home to an adorable sight Word count: 159 + moodboard

Square filled: K4: pic: Bucky on the plane in TFATWS Work: I just want to get better Rating: T Ship: N/A Major tags: Bucky Barnes Needs a hug, Lonely Bucky Barnes Warnings: PTSD Summary: Bucky may have a bigger support circle, but he's still struggling. After an encounter with home grown wannabe terrorists, he is left more shaken than he would admit. Word count: 1.2k

Square filled: K5: Body swap (swapped) Work: Bucky Rogers? Steve Barnes? None of the above? Rating: T Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: Body swap, drabble, crack Warnings: N/A Summary: As Bucky wakes up, he can feel something isn’t right. But what? Word count: 100

Square filled: Y1: Homeless Work: If you loved me, why did you leave me? Rating: T Ship: Bucky & Steve Major tags: Written before TFATWS, Post-Endgame, Steve Dies, Hurt no Comfort, Angst, Homeless, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Abandonment issues Warnings: N/A Summary: A small insight into Bucky’s thoughts after Steve chooses to live happily ever after with Peggy and leaves all his friends behind. Word count: 1.1k

Square filled: Y2: AU: Good Omens (adopted) Work: Guardian angels Rating: T Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: AU: Good Omens Warnings: N/A Summary: Aziraphale reflects on his human charge Word count: 100

Square filled: Y3: On opposing sides Work: The game is on Rating: G Ship: N/A Major tags: Hockey AU, Modern AU, Russian Bucky Barnes Warnings: N/A Summary: One half turn, and the delicious sound of the blade’s bite in the ice. Word count: 100

Square filled: Y4: Bucky/Steve Work: Happy New Year! Rating: T Ship: Bucky/Steve Major tags: Mistletoe, Stucky through the years Warnings: N/A Summary: Word count: 860

Square filled: Y5: Ledger Work: A ledger full of Scarlett Rating: T Ship: N/A Major tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, general Winter Soldier warnings, Bucky trying to get better, TFATWS ep1 coda, Canon Compliant Warnings: PTSD, (borderline) Suicidal thoughts Summary: A little coda for the first episode of TFATWS. Word count: 500

#bbb2021 #Bucky Barnes #Masterpost #Laevateinn #Fanfic

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chris-spacehere · 3 years

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*hits blunt* Dream smp marvel au cast-

Wilbur: iron man

Techno: doctor strange

Tommyinnit: spider man

Ranboo: wanda

Tubbo: vision (Pd: not only for the platonic marriage, he just fits his character and his death in my opinion) Niki: thor

Jack manifold: loki (everytime loki fakes his death is just manifold crowling back from hell, my man is unstopable)

Quackity: star-lord

Karl: gamora (thought on making him doctor strange cuz it makes sence but fuck it, el rapids as guardians of the galaxy)

Sapnap: drax

Punz: groot

Corpse: rocket racoon (why? Because i ran out of el rapids citizens)

Nebula: gogy

Dream: thanos (dream would also fit agatha in wandavision tbh, he is just made to be a bitch)

There is an infinite amount of characters in the mcu and uh idk, if you have any suggestions on who to add just SAY THEM

Also only 1 small porcentage of the people whp see my posts reblog so-

#dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #pog trough the pain #just killed an old man with heart problems #dream smp au

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trickadelight · 3 years

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Minor components for a SamBucky either platonic or romantic fic, that hopefully somebody else will write. (But I will if I must)

These are the ideas for a Sam & Bucky fic that are in my notes app that I’m shareing because I can.

Sam Bucky shelter everyone fic

The mcu version of Peter stays with them in order to protect May after the events of far from home

Miles Morales gets hurt patroling and is taken in to be patched up by one of them, ends up staying for food (later just swings by reguarly because he can)

Board game nights

A genderfluid kid/teen version of Loki somehow ends up staying with them

Sam watches Cowboy Bebop and Samurai Champloo

Wanda is brought in to stay with them ( tips for incorperating her being Sakovian appreciated)

One way or another involve Luke Cage if possible (truthfully the idea started as figuring out ways to make Sam and Luke Cage talk together)

Wanda sings in Sakovian because she’s scared of forgetting

Include the barbershop from Luke Cage (they were the best in that show, fight me)

For whatever reason Rocket Racoon crashes in whenever he doesn’t feel like being with the guardians of the galaxy. (likely with help from a teleportation device)

please talk to me about this more

#Falcon and the winter solider #fatws series #sam wilson #bucky barnes #peter parker #miles morales #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #Loki #rocket raccoon #luke cage #fanfiction #fic ideas #writing prompt

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capfalcon · 3 years

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For the fandom ask: marvel, please 🥰

the first character i ever fell in love with: the first marvel scene i ever saw was the avengers battle where tony swoops in as iron man. and i was fucking in love

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: none?

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: i liked clintasha and sciencebros and now i just kinda like them both platonically

my ultimate favorite character™: TONY. MOTHERFUCKING. STARK

prettiest character: natasha romanoff

my most hated character: peter parker?? but specifically mcu peter parker. and i don't hate him, i just think that he acts like a middle schooler and that the writing is weird

my OTP: still stevetony, despite people yelling at me about it. i never stopped liking them, i just lost interest. there's only so many fics you can write.

my NOTP: pepperony. love them as a platonic ship, not as a romantic one. i just really think it doesnt make sense in my head.

favorite episode: the avengers is one of my fav movies in life. but like. ultimate fav would def be iron man 3 which is. incredible beyond words

saddest death: don't make me say it

favorite season: doesn't rlly have seasons, but i like phase 2 a lot.

least favorite season: whatever the fuck endgame is in

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: i know I'll get hate for this so! no! sorry jdjdjd

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: bucky barnes, rocket racoon, um. idk, so many

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: rhodey

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: scott/hope. i like them a lot but they're kinda already together so. i don't obsess over them or anything

#ask #thank u!

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littlemarvelfics · 4 years

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Poker

Pairing: Rocket Raccoon x Bucky Barnes (platonic)

Word Count: about 580

Warnings: none

Square Filled: Rocket Racoon (Y3) for @buckybarnesbingo

A/N: Another lil one! Hope you guys enjoy and the links are in my bio!

Bucky sat at the round table, eyeing his opponents before looking down at his cards. Gathered around the table were Tony, Rocket, Thor, Steve, Sam, and Bucky, engrossed in what should have been a friendly game of poker. A few insults later and everyone was still holding their own though the room was growing tenser.

Bucky tossed a few more chips on the pile before quietly speaking.

“Raise.”

Rocket rolled his eyes before tossing in the chips. Thor and Steve folded quickly, not wanting to go against Bucky on a pot this big.

“This is getting boring,” Rocket complained. “Let’s up the ante. Throw in the arm!”

“I told you Rocket, not for sale.”

“I didn’t ask to buy it,” Rocket countered. “I asked you to bet it.”

“No arms!” Tony interrupted.

“What the hell would I do with the arm?” Sam grumbled.

“I can’t believe none of you want the arm! It’s an easy cash grab!”

Thor shook his head, topping off Bucky’s drink with a little more Asgardian mead before dumping more into his cup.

“Ah Rabbit,” he marveled. “Never quite satisfied.”

“Can we get back to the game?!” Tony yelled. “I call.”

Everyone laid down their hands and groaned when Bucky came out ahead once again. Bucky smiled to himself. If he retained any of his 1940’s skills, it was poker. He was always messing around in pool halls, challenging men to games he knew they would lose to scrape together a little more cash.

“Another round?” Bucky asked innocently.

Tony shuffled the deck, never one to run from an honest challenge while Sam and Steve sat the hand out.

“What about a gun? You’ve got some nice guns around here, throw one of those down,” Rocket suggested.

“They belong to Natasha,” Bucky said. “Take one and risk your life.”

Thor laughed loudly at the expression on Rocket’s face, clapping him on the back.

“Leave it Rabbit and play the game in front of you.”

The night went on in a similar fashion, chips, and cards flying around until everyone was too drunk to see straight. Even Bucky and Steve had a buzz going thanks to Thor. Everyone called it a night at around the same time, heading to their designated rooms and promptly passing out.

The next morning, Bucky woke up slowly, not remembering the last time he’d had as much fun as he did the night before. He smiled to himself thinking that maybe things were turning a corner for him. He went to stretch his arms above his head when he noticed something. Or rather a lack of something. Looking over to his left, he saw nothing but empty space where there should have been an arm. He hopped out of bed and ran to the kitchen, knowing Rocket and Thor were set to leave this morning.

Steve sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee and reading the paper.

“Steve!” Bucky shouted as he slid to a halt. “Did Rocket and Thor leave yet?”

“Just about to I think,” Steve said, not looking up from the paper. “Why?”

“The damn rodent took my arm!” he shouted, running out the front door, screaming curses as he went.

Steve chuckled and shook his head. He had caught Rocket earlier trying to sneak out of the compound with Bucky’s arm. Steve got it back from Rocket, who denied any involvement in the theft and put it in the hall closet. But Bucky didn’t have to know that quite yet.

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forever-more-never-again · 5 years

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Metallic (A Nebula Request)

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1700

Pairing: Nebula X Reader, Platonic Rocket X Reader

Request: Loved your Nebula oneshot, I hope you'll do my request where the reader and Nebula are close friends (mostly because they're not different from each other. For example, they both had sibling issues, the only difference is that Y/N sibling died, soon after they made amends) and when she and Tony go to Earth after The Snap, and these two have tearful reunion, and the reader does it's best to cheer her up about Gamora's death, which leads to Nebula telling the reader about her feelings towards Y/N.

Masterlist

a/n: Choo Choo...all aboard the angst Train! With a final destination of Fluff!

Feeling sorrow and guilt was not new to you.

You practically lived in a constant state of sorrow due to your siblings death and the guilt of fighting with them for so long before making amends right before their murder.

“[Y/n]? How are you holding up?”

You looked up from where you had been staring off into space in the bare avenger’s conference room, to see Steve looking down at you worried.

You mustered up a smile, aware that it looked forced, “Just...thinking. It’s all so… dark.” You gestured to the ash filled skyline of New York.

Steve sighed and slid into the chair next to you, looking out through the windows with you. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Since joining up with the Avengers to stop Thanos, along with your crew, the so self-proclaimed Guardians of the Galaxy, it had been a constant state of noise.

Whether it had been laughing with Rocket about stealing Bucky’s arm when he wasn’t looking, or talking to Wanda and giving her advice about her crush on Vision, there had never been silence.

Not even during the battle, when you had been stationed in Wakanda by commands from both Steve, the Captain America, and Peter, the Captain of your space crew.

You thought you knew about loss, because of your siblings death at the hands of the Skrull, but this was a new level.

You barely knew these people, and despite being Human yourself, you had never lived on Earth and had no connection to the people who lived on it, and yet...you couldn’t stop the tears and the hole in your heart at the thought of so many lives gone. Ash and dust from one simple snap of Thanos’s fingers.

“Any news?” You asked, hesitant to break the calm.

Steve knew what you were asking. Was there any news about Tony and Nebula?

You had been friends with Nebula. A secret hidden from her tyrant father. Sharing the pain of a long forgotten family and a sibling that was hard to love and harder to hate. And then becoming a member of the same space crew that her sister, Gamora, was a part of after the events on Ego.

“Thor said he got a transmission from someone named Carol last week, saying that she found them...we’re hoping she’s a friend. They should arrive sometime within the next couple days based off their coordinates.”

You tensed. A new name. An unknown variable. Nothing was the same since the Snap. You were tenser. Easier to anger and quicker to jump to conclusions.

“You think she is? You think they’re…” You couldn't put your thoughts to words. Did Steve think that Tony...that Nebula...was still alive? That this strange Carol person kept them Alive?

“I have to believe they are. I have to.” Was the muttered, gruff answer you got.

Standing up, you walked out of the conference room, leaving Steve to stare out over the grey air that had become the new normal.

“[Y/n]...” Your name, a whisper.

Turning, you saw Rocket sitting on the back of the couch in the common area...a pot in his hands, holding a small wooden branch.

You walked to stand in front of the couch, looking down at him, his tired, dead looking eyes. His hope that one day, one of the branches would begin to move, begin to speak, say the three words that would prove that he wasn’t gone for good.

It broke your heart.

“Rocket...he’s not…”

Rocket snapped at you, hands clenching tighter at the small pot, “I know that! I know...I know he’s gone...okay..”

And your tears fell in a violent storm.

Sagging onto the couch, you pushed your head into the comfort of Rocket’s chest.

His shoulders shaking as he tried to keep his own cries as quiet as possible. The pot dropping onto the cushion next to you, but you didn’t care about the dirt that went on you.

“Incoming Unknown Ariel Craft landing in Gamma Zone.”

The monotonous tone of the once lively AI FRIDAY, interrupted your cry fest with your teammate.

Sharing a look with the red eyed, weary looking Racoon. You stood and walked outside, encountering Natasha, Clint, Bruce and Steve once again, on the way.

“What is it? It can’t be...them. Can it?” You asked, barely able to hope.

Steve shook his head, incredulous, “Thor said it would take a while. If it is…”

And then you couldn’t speak anymore, because the craft landed and the bay doors opened and you were running across the field, mindless of the calls to stop coming from behind you.

“Nebula!” You screamed her name, and as the blue head whipped up to look at you, you crashed into her and brought the both of you to the ground.

“You’re okay! You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re here.” You were unaware of what you were saying as you wrapped your arms around the blue alien girl, tears once again falling as you pulled her into a tight hug, head hanging over her shoulder, not wanting this to be a dream.

“I won’t be okay if you suffocate me, [Y/n].”

Her soft voice, hidden with an emotion you couldn’t understand at the moment, broke through your haze.

Jumping apart from her, you stared in shock and fear, “I didn’t hurt you did I!?”

Nebula laughed, it was a tired, dry sound. But it was her laugh.

You sagged in relief.

“Meet Tony.” Nebula nodded over to wear Tony was receiving similar treatment from his Avenger team.

Rocket walked up to the pair of you, a wry grin on his face, “It’s nice to see a familiar face, Blueberry.”

Nebula scowled, but you could tell it held no heat behind it.

You stepped beside her and threw her arm over your shoulder, “Here, let me help you inside. You must be exhausted.”

Once inside the compound, the Avengers, plus Tony and Rocket, went to discuss what had happened on their respective ends of the fight.

You, meanwhile, kept Nebula in your room, making sure that she was okay.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable? I know being on Earth is new and all.”

Nebula waved you off, “It’s okay [Y/n]. How…” Her eyes shone with concern and uncertainty, “How are you doing? After...everything?”

Settling down and sitting beside Nebula on your bed, you sighed and dragged a hand through your hair, “It’s..a lot...It’s like losing...you know..them...all over again.” You looked into Nebula’s eyes and saw the same emotions you saw in your own everytime you looked into a mirror, sorrow and guilt. You moved closer and grabbed her hand, “I’m sorry...about Gamora…”

Nebula swallowed, hard. Her eyes never leaving yours, “I will kill my father and I won’t rest until I’m dead to reverse the horror that he has done. It’s what….It’s what Gamora would do...and even if,” You could see her struggling to get the words out, a lone tear falling from her eyes, trailing over the metal plate on her cheek, “Even if she can’t be brought back...I would rest easy knowing that I brought justice to her killer. To the man who dared call himself our father.”

The fire, the confidence, the power in Nebula filled you with a new emotion. One you couldn’t put a name to.

But you knew you liked it.

Smiling softly, you leaned against her, your hands still clasped together.

You felt her tense under you for a minute before relaxing. Her other, free hand, coming up to run through your hair. The motion soothing and calm. A parallel to the reality around you.

“[Y/n].” You hummed to show you heard her, your eyes sliding close as she continued her ministrations, “When I was up in space. Trapped in a spaceship that was running out of food and oxygen,” You gasped, eyes flying open at that bit of information. Nebula’s hand stopped for a moment before continuing and her voice along with, “When I thought I was nothing except another casualty of Thanos’s mad plan...I only thought of one thing.”

She pulled you up at that, so that you sat on her lap.

Confused, you flushed slightly at the look in her eyes.

“I thought about you. About how stupid I was for letting you go with those idiots and follow them into this goddamn mess. About your smile, your laugh, your eyes. You. And I realized I would never get the chance to tell you how I feel.”

You could barely hear her over the sudden pounding of your heart.

“This isn’t...You can’t…”

Nebula tilted her head, the light shining off the metallic parts of her, the parts that you had fought with her about so often, so long ago, claiming they were just as beautiful as the rest of her.

“I can’t? I can’t love you? I know you think of yourself as broken, [Y/n].”

Your breath caught, hitched, hiccuped. Eyes growing wet. You vaguely wondered how you hadn’t run out of tears yet.

“I think I’m broken as well. So why don’t we be broken together? And maybe...we can become a whole.”

Nebula stared deep within you, as if seeing your heart, your soul. “I love you, [Y/n].”

And you crashed against her once again.

Falling backwards onto the soft bed, your lips capturing hers. The metallic and subtle taste of oranges filling your senses.

Pulling up for air, you looked down to see the wonder and awe in her eyes, “I love you too Nebula. And I promise. I will do everything in my power to help you fix this mess. Because I want forever with you in a universe filled with laughter and happiness instead of fear and sorrow. I’m done living in the past. From now on, I live for the future, and I want you to be a part of it.”

And from the tiny smirk you got from Nebula before she pulled you back down for a kiss, you knew she understood what you were saying.

You wouldn’t leave her side.

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nix-fics · 9 months

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Rocket's Little Girl

Chapter Five

A light laughter rang throughout the Milano's halls. Phoenix was seated by the bubble window while Finnick told her little jokes and stories.

The two were stationed in the hull of the ship in the glass area, somewhere in the ship a soft 80s tune was floating through the air.

“How'd you meet Cinna?” Phoenix questioned “Not to be pushy or anything-”

Finnick grinned, “You’re fine, I had been trapped in some, lets just call it shady business, till Cinna showed up and helped me out of there. Now we’re trying to help others escape whatever situation they might be trapped in.”

“Wow, that's really great.” Phoenix nodded. Rubbing her hands down her legs as if she were dusting off dirt.

“What about you,” he began, “How’d you end up with this group?”

“Well, you know. Abducted by aliens when I was a kid. It's like a free pass to join. Basic sad story starter.” Phoenix snorted dryly.

Finick chuckled, “Yeah, I understand what you mean.”

The conversation fizzled out but the silence wasn’t awkward, but more so pleasant. A song Phoenix was unfamiliar with played quietly in the background creating a comforting ambiance.

A cough interrupted the moment. Phoenix’s head swiveled to see Peter standing behind the two arms crossed, staring at the pair with a pointed look on his face.

Finnick turned slowly to look at the leather-clad man. “Do you need something?”

“The location we're meeting your boss at, so we can drop you off and get paid.”

Phoenix's mood dipped at that. She had genuinely enjoyed talking to this man and Quill's attitude did not seem necessary.

Finnick's smile turned to a smirk "Yeah, I'll be right there-"

"That's great, We need it now so let's go." A tone of sarcasm dripping from his words. The room was feeling stuffy with the testosterone flooding it as these two grown, but childish, men continued their stare down.

Finnick chuckled as he stood. “Alright Starboy.” He looked back to Phoenix, offering her his hand and helping her to her feet.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Phoenix felt her face flare, ducking her head with a small smile on her lips. Without a second look back, Finnick walked out of the room with a flourish, leaving Phoenix and Quill in the hull of the spaceship.

“What an a-hole. Am I right?” Quill scoffed and leaned against the doorframe, “He knows it's Starlord.”

“I think you should give him a chance.” Phoenix countered a bit frostily, to which Quill didn't seem to take well. His annoyance at Phoenix not taking his side was obvious.

Instead of staying and listening to the insecure man diss Finnick any longer, she made her way to the door.

“Excuse me.” she muttered as she slipped past the leather clad man and out of the room.

Running her hand along the cool metal of the hallways, her fingers bumped over countless pipelines and dents. She hummed as she bounced through the halls while following muffled voices to the cockpit.

The atmosphere was relaxed, Rocket was in the pilot chair with Nebula sitting across the aisle from him. Mantis was talking to Finnick right next to a snoring Drax while Groot and Thor were nowhere to be seen.

“Must be in their rooms.” Phoenix thought. As she softly walked through the main area.

Nebula glanced up at Phoenix as the Terran made her way to the front seats.

“Hey,” Phoenix attempted to be friendly, holding out her hand “Nebula, right?”

The cybernetic woman watched Phoenix's hand suspiciously, so the Terran pulled it back and left it awkwardly at her side. With a voice far deeper than Phoenix was expecting, she responded “Yes and you are his child thing.”

Phoenix paused, caught off guard. “Something like that. I'm Phoenix.”

“I know.”

With that Nebula stood and stiffly strutted away. Leaving Phoenix quite confused, she floundered for a few seconds before Rocket took any notice and supplied Phoenix with an explanation.

“Nah, she doesn't hate you. She's just selective with who she's nice to, like I said, a real charmer.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Phoenix deadpanned to which Rocket rolled his eyes and motioned to the now empty seat next to him.

Phoenix sat promptly and gave herself a moment to enjoy how the chair slightly bounced as she placed all of her weight on it.

“Whaddya think of pretty boy, huh?”

She was amused at the nickname but kept her voice down,

“Seems nice. Told me about how he met that guy from the bar and what they do. He's got some attitude, not as much as your friend. Quill was being quite unprofessional actually.”

Rocket guffawed “Don't worry about him, he's got issues just like the rest of the galaxy but he forgets he's not the only one, like an idiot.”

Phoenix grinned at this, Rocket's little rants of insulting people had been engraved in her memory for as long as she could remember.

“So, kiddo, what does he do then?”

Phoenix could bet Rocket was going to make fun of her answer as soon as she finished talking. “He helps people escape difficult situations, gang activity, stuff like that.”

“Eh, so he's a hero? Bleh, imagine not getting paid for doing hard work.” Rocket jeered only slightly joking.

“Hey! I used to do stuff and not get paid.” Phoenix countered, glancing behind her where Finnick was listening to Mantis talk animatedly about something intense.

“Well, youre different, kid.” he spoke softly but gruffly, before turning his attention back to flipping switches and flying the ship.

Turning to the windshield, Phoenix let her posture lax in her seat and pulled her legs up in a criss-cross. Resting her head back, the engine’s rumbles and the soft conversation behind her acting as a white noise while she rested her eyes.

……….

Phoenix was in the middle of a great dream, or at least she assumed it was, when she was awoken by a conversation to her right and promptly forgot about the subject of her dream. Her head still felt heavy and her mind felt groggy. Keeping her eyes closed Phoenix tried to catch what words were being exchanged, unfortunately her exhaustion was definitely winning the battle for consciousness.

“Dude, she's in my seat.”

“Deal with it, she's sleeping and she was here first, Quill.” Rocket snapped, “Leave her alone. Go talk to Mantis or play your music while you wait.”

There was a moment of silence before a heavy sigh and the annoyed voice spoke quite a bit louder than a whisper

“If it was Pretty boy over there you'd have no problem with her being picked up. And furthermore, it's my ship. Mine.”

Rocket chuckled dryly “Well, anyone is better than you, Quill.”

Phoenix didn't hear the rest of the conversation and nor would she remember it later when she would be shaken awake by Groot, who was talking a million miles a minute. She wouldn't remember when saying goodbye to Finnick and Cinna and wishing them good luck on their missions. She wouldn't remember when Rocket took her hand and guided her up the ramp to Mantis and Nebula's shared room 'to really get settled in.' he had explained while giving her a tour. She wouldn't remember Rocket's harsh words to the Terran man until later that evening as she was brushing her teeth.

Her hand paused mid-brush, as she looked at the mirror but not truly staring at herself.

“Anyone is better than you, Quill.”

Almost no other thoughts were going through her head, only those words and the thought of what could be if her and Quill ever happened.

Phoenix knew he was an attractive man, but that doesn't mean she had to be attracted to him. She was past that stage in her life. 'but he's confident, he's a human and has a great taste in music even if it's oldies and god he's handsome-' her mind countered unhelpfully.

A rapid knock on the door snapped her out of her thinking. Spitting the toothpaste down the sink and rinsing her mouth out she called to the door

“Just a minute-”

The knocks halted as she dried her face and hands. Quickly making her way to the door, she unlocked it and came face to face with a toned, but very shirtless, chest.

Her eyes widened and Phoenix's usual confidence was replaced by a stuttering mess. It felt like an eternity before she realized she was staring at his pecs and her gaze flitted everywhere else but still came back to the man in front of her. “Oh, sorry…”

Quill grinned and crossed his arms, he was obviously enjoying Phoenix's discomfort.

“No harm done, although, I'd have to say a picture would definitely last longer-”

Phoenix felt her ears and cheeks burn, she had been caught. “Right. Um- Good night.”

She quickly squeezed past Quill and scuffled down the hall. Mantis and Nebula were already sleeping and the room was dark so with as little noise as possible, Phoenix crawled into the cot Rocket had set up for her.

When she closed her eyes, instead of falling right into sleep, her and Quill's interaction decided to replay itself. With a groan, she flipped over to face the wall. Fortunately the hum of the engines soothed her to sleep and Phoenix was soon lightly snoring.

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myriadimagines · 5 years

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Preference: Marvel (Guardians of the Galaxy)

— how they react when they find you secretly crying in your room

Characters: Drax The Destroyer, Gamora, Groot, Mantis, Rocket Racoon & Peter Quill

Warnings: crying?

Request: “Guardians of the Galaxy preference where the reader is part of the team, known for not showing much emotion or opening up because he sees it as vulnerability. The Guardians (who has a crush on them) find them secretly crying (about family or something) in their room w/out the reader knowing. And if they would – what would they do about it.” - anonymous

A/N: hope it’s okay, i included rocket and groot platonically!

Drax The Destroyer

Drax would awkwardly stand in your doorway and demand to know why you’re crying, and not sure how to proceed when you try and dismiss him or try and tell him that everything is fine when it’s clearly not. He would almost think that things are okay when you tell him that they are, but when he sees you still crying, he knows better. He’d just go into your room and sit next to you, the both of you awkwardly sitting there as you try and wipe away your tears and Drax tries to figure out to what to say to you next. Drax would tell you straight up how much he cares about you, since he doesn’t see the point in hiding his own emotions, and he’ll refuse to leave your side until you feel better, and when you slowly open up, he’ll do his best to be a good listener.

Gamora

Gamora was shocked to hear crying on the ship, and was even more shocked to see who was crying. She didn’t hesitate to come into your room, immediately asking what was wrong and who hurt you. She’d refuse to leave if you tried to push her away or demanded some space, because she knows that you’ll just try to suppress your emotions rather than deal with them. She’ll come and sit beside you, placing her hand over yours, and tell you that being upset and feeling emotions isn’t a weakness, even though she knows that’s what you’ve convinced yourself. She’d want you to open up, because she thinks it’s unhealthy for you to keep everything bottled up, and since she cares so much about you, she just wants you to be happy.

Groot

Groot wouldn’t know what to do when he finds you crying alone. He’d look around the ship, wanting to find someone to help you, but when he can’t find anyone, he’ll come into your room and squeeze onto your bed, hoping his presence is enough for you. He’ll try and grow you some flowers, try and hand you your favorite book that he always sees you reading, even give you your blanket, whatever he thinks might make things better. Even if you crack the slightest smile, Groot sees it as a small victory, and he’ll keep doing whatever he did to make you smile to try and keep making you feel better.

Mantis

Mantis had always known that deep down, you are a much more emotional person that your outside demeanour might convey. She’s accidentally brushed by you on the ship many times before, and the amount of emotions she gets from you always surprises her, especially since you always seem so emotionless. So, she’s not at all surprised when she finds you crying, but she does feel incredibly sad for you, to see you breaking down by yourself and not feeling like you can open up about your emotions. She’ll quietly come into your room and sit with you, not saying anything or asking questions until you’re ready to talk. She’d want to hold your hand, but knows that she shouldn’t touch you because of the emotional boundary she’d cross.

Rocket Racoon

Rocket would be completely flabbergasted to catch you crying for the first time. It’s just so unlike you, and Rocket wouldn’t really take you seriously at first. But when he realizes how upset you actually are, in comparison to your usual stoic self, Rocket will try and snap you out of your emotional funk. He’d probably a little harsh, giving you a big of a reality check on your situation, and reminding you that there are bigger issues at hand. He doesn’t mean to be rude, but he’s just hoping that by helping you put things into perspective, you won’t get as worked up about whatever is bothering you. Afterwards, he’ll try and get you moving, whether it be for a small mission or to help him fix something, just to get your mind off things.

Peter Quill

Peter would be an absolute loss about what to do. Whenever he’s around you, Peter always gets super flustered and cocky at times because he wants to impress you, but in this moment, Peter knows when he’s supposed to be serious. He would linger outside your door for a moment, unsure if he should let you have your moment or intervene, but eventually his concern would get the better of him, and he would quietly enter your room. He’d probably try and open with a light joke to test the waters, and to try and see if it would cheer you up a bit, and take it from there. Whether you need advice, or someone to listen to you, or even if you just want to be left alone, Peter will do whatever he needs to make you feel better.

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aerynwrites · 6 years

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Yesterday was Perfect

Pairing: Rocket Racoon x Reader (Platonic)

Request: Hey Infinity War request with Rocket Racoon??? Maybe something to do with caring for Groot together??? It's up to you!!! Requested by: @marveltrashaddict

Warnings: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS, death

Authors note: Just wanted to say real quick that i am so happy with all the requests! I haven’t had a lot of motivation to write lately because i did not think people actually read my stories, so...Thank you, for giving me a renewed energy for writing! Enjoy!

You have been with Rocket and Groot since the beginning. You’ve all been through thick and thin; however, this is the thickest it has gotten in your opinion.

You look sternly at Groot as he pushes his plate of food away from him, arms crossed over his chest. The other Guardians, minus Rocket, were looking between the two of you waiting to see if they needed to intervene.

You jab your fork towards Groots plate, “Groot you have to eat! You can’t live off candy and junk food forever.” You state.

Groot just sighs loudly and rolls his eyes pulling out his stupid video game.

“Hey! Don’t you roll your eyes at her!” Rocket snaps.

Ever since Groot outgrew his baby phase and went into a teenage type phase, he has been nothing but trouble. You never expected to have kids, but this is the closest you were ever going to get.

“I am Groot” he stated mockingly.

The whole table erupted in gasps and protest.

“Hey!” Peter and Gamora shouted.

“Watch your language!” Rocket shouted leaping over the table and snatching the game out of Groots hands, “No more video games until you learn some respect.”

Groot started to protest but you cleared your throat and looked pointedly at his plate of food. He grumbled dejectedly and slumped in his seat, begrudgingly shoving food in his mouth.

You and Rocket high Five each other and smile.

“We make a good team.” You stay flicking his ear.

He chuckles and swats your hand away. He opens his mouth to say something, but we are all cut off by a loud beeping coming from the console. Peter quickly rushes to the front and flips a switch, so words start to flow from the speakers.

“Is anybody listening? I am sending a distress signal. There are women and children on this vessel. We are under attack. Please – “the signal was interrupted by blasts and screams in the back ground, “Please, this is not a war vessel. If anyone can hear us, please send help.” The voice on the comms spouted out coordinates before Peter shut it off and quickly climbed into his pilots chair

“Let’s go. we have to people to save!” he exclaimed.

Everyone else whooped along with Peter but you couldn’t ignore the horrible feeling that settled in your gut. This is not good

You remembered yesterday morning with a slight smile as you looked at the monsters charging at you all on the Wakandan battlefield. Yesterday was perfect. And it was probably the last time you would all see each other alive. Peter, Mantis, Gamora, and Drax all went to knowhere to confront Thanos. While you, Rocket and Groot went with Thor to make his weapon.

You looked down at Rocket who was standing by your side and Groot who was standing next to him. You lightly stroked Rockets head, causing him to look up at you.

“Stay safe alright? And make sure Groot doesn’t do anything stupid.

Rocket just nods before he faces forward again.

You hear T’Challa call out to his people and they start to sprint into battle. You follow and fling yourself into the nearest enemy. You failed to realize how large they were until they were on top of you, but you didn’t stop. You had elemental powers and you used them to your advantage.

You all had been fighting for what seemed like hours but was only minutes when you hear Banner call for help in protecting Vision. You see Steve rush towards Visions location and you follow, along with Rocket and Groot.

By the time you all arrive you see Wanda destroy the mind stone in Vision. Though clearly upset, she looks on triumphantly at Thanos, claiming that he lost. But Thanos just chuckles and, with a flick of his writs, rewinds time.

Wanda tries to stop him from reaching Vision, but Thanos just flings her out of the way. You reach forward and launch a large piece of earth towards him, but he just turns it to dust and send you flaying backwards into a fallen tree.

Your vision is blurry as you see Rocket and Groot rush over to you, but the following events pass in a haze of screams and confusion. You only regain some semblance of clear-headedness when Thanos snaps his fingers and disappears through a portal. You quickly sit up straight,

“Hey, take it easy- “Rocket tries to push you back, but you stop him.

You point to Bucky just as he starts fading away, “Steve?” he questions, before turning into ashes. Leaving all of you in a stunned silence.

“What the hell.” Rocket whispers.

You look around in horror as Wanda too disappears and you quickly look at Rocket, making sure he is still with you. But your attention is drawn to Groot when he grabs your arm.

“I am groot?” he whimpers as he starts to disintegrate.

You quickly turn around and grasp at your friend but anything you try to hold onto just turns to dust.

“No…no, Groot!” you yell, tears falling from your eyes.

“Groot no…” Rocket reaches forward just as he completely vanishes.

He looks to you then back to the spot where Groot was before leaning his head against your shoulder.

Neither of you say anything. You just hold him as you look around at what Thanos has caused.

‘yesterday was perfect. Today is anything but.’ You thought as you pulled Rocket tighter, your tears soaking his fur.

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