Note: Here’s the only Rocket Raccoon fic I ever wrote. I think it’s pretty cute. Enjoy!
You weren’t sure how, exactly, but once again, your blaster was jammed. You shook it a few times and then hit the end of it against a railing. But when you pulled the trigger, nothing came out.
“Godammit!”
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, looking back at you from the cockpit of the Milano.
“Blaster’s jammed. Again.”
“Might wanna have Rocket take a peek.”
“That’s where I’m going.” You sighed, climbing the ladder up to Rocket and Groot’s shared bedroom/greenhouse. Groot had a habit now to buy little potted plants every time they went to a market on some far off planet. You sometimes came up here to tend to the flowers when the boys forgot. Or at least, when Rocket forgot and Groot pretended to.
The large tree had seen the way his small friend looked at you when you weren’t looking. God, Rocket knew it wasn’t normal. Hell, he was half of your height and on your planet, he was considered a common rodent. But the team had been all over space. They’d seen galaxies full of beauty and wonder, and he still swore he saw more stars in your eyes than he ever had in the universe stretched out around them.
It was also the reason Groot had jammed your blasters four times this week.
“Rockeeettt? Can you do me a favor?”
“What is it this time?” Rocket tried to cover his racing heart rate with a snide comment. It had sort of worked. A genuinely proud grin found Groot’s mouth as he silently left the room.
“Blaster’s jammed again.”
“What the hell do you do to this thing?!”
“I didn’t touch it! It was working fine yesterday and now it won’t fire!”
“All right, let’s see what we have here…” he held out his paw for your weapon, which you gladly turned over to him. He looked inside the barrel of the gun, squinting one of his eyes. His night vision certainly helped him spot what was very obviously a piece of wood. Groot. Oh, he might have to have a talk with that overgrown shrub.
“What is it?” You brushed a lock of purple hair behind your ear, causing him to lose focus for a second.
“Hand me the tweezers, would ya?” You nodded, plucking them off of the workstation and handing them to him. He very carefully reached inside and pulled out what was no doubt a piece of Groot’s finger. That bastard.
“Well I don’t know how that got in there, but I’ll have to tell Groot not to mess with my guns.” You chuckled. He smirked and nodded.
“Yeah, probably.” He paused. “Do you maybe want to come up here tonight? There are some upgrades to your armor I think could really help your fighting.”
“Sounds great, Rocket.” You smirked, ruffling his fur under your hand. “And you know, if you ever want to hang out, you can just ask instead of having Giving Tree jam my blasters.”
“But I didn’t-”
You were already walking down the ladder when Groot ventured back into the small space.
Toad's Cave 