Stargazing • MCU/S. Rogers Fanfic•

5-72: Fuzzball

Knowhere

November 2, 2015

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"Blasted idiot! They're all idiots!" Rocket exclaimed while he and Astra trudged out of the pods after crashing down in front of Drax and Groot. "Quill just got himself captured. None of this would have happened if you didn't try to single-handedly take on a frickin' army!" He blamed Drax, of course, Rocket wasn't completely wrong, just needed some therapy.

"You're right." Drax took the blame. He looked saddened as he realized his huge mistake and the weight of his loss crashed down. "I was a fool." He took in a sharp breath before continuing. "All the anger, all the rage, was just to cover my loss." Groot looked very empathetic, placing a comforting hand on Drax's shoulder.

"Oh boo hoo hoo." Rocket mocked him. "'My wife and child are dead.'" Groot made a dramatic gasp and Astra stared at him with an aghast expression. "I don't care if it's mean! Everybody's got dead people. It's no excuse to get everyone else dead along the way." Again, he had a point. "Come on Groot, Ronan has the stone. The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live out full lives before that whack-job ever gets there."

"No." Astra commanded, shocking Rocket quite a bit.

"No what?" He sounded annoyed.

"Because fuzzball, you're already to deep in the the water to get out." She tower over him and he looked up, unafraid to stand his ground but she still had the upper hand and he knew it. "Before I came to space, I was a hero." She told them. "Then I was an outlaw," She thought over her crazy life. "Then a hero, again, then outcast, and then I finalized at hero." She finished rambled then shook her head. "Anyways, then here, I was made a monster for the deeds of my father. But I stand up and do the right thing when I need to. And maybe to get people to stop seeing you as a rodent, you should stop acting like one and have some sympathy for those people that may die at the hands of Ronan."

Rocket looked taken aback at her words, standing there as he stared at her who kept her steady gaze at him. "I am Groot." The tree stood up to agreed with Astra.

"I know they're the only friends we, but there's an army of Ravengers around them and there's only 3 of us." Rocket rebutted.

"4." Drax stood up with them.

Rocket groaned in frustration and turned around to start kicking a pile of grass. "You're making me... Beat up... Grass." He yelled, his final blow scattered it.

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"This makes no sense, Rocket. You blast that ship and Quill and Gamora still die." Astra tried to reason with a very stubborn raccoon. "God, how is this the best plan we came up with." She muttered under her breath.

"Relax for once." Rocket replied. Drax was inside a suit Rocket and Astra created, unfortunately made of unstable parts and pieces that may be crucial to the Milano. The female inhaled sharply as Rocket took and warning shot, then another seconds later. "Attention idiots." He began to announce to the Ravengers. "The lunatic on top of this craft if holding a Hadron Enforcer. It's a weapon of my own design." Rocket bragged. "If you don't hand over our companions, now, he's gonna tear your ship a new one. A very big new one. I'm gonna give you to the count of five."

"Five?" Astra grumbled, turning to took at Rocket who had already begun counting down. "Alphine why can't I just go back to Earth." The girl mumbled to herself, of course she knew that Alphine could hear her, just not respond.

Right after Rocket got to 3, Quill's voice was heard in a panicked tone. Who can blame him, though. "Rocket, it's me, for God's sake! We figured it out! We're fine!"

"Oh, hey Quill. What's going on?" Rocket greeted in an upbeat tone.

"This is a whole step down from the Avengers." Astra muttered to herself, yet again, as she slid down her chair.

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