Avengers imagines pt. 2

Dad ⭐️ Rocket (endgame spoiler)

Song: Duncan Laurence - arcade.

Imagine; you see Rocket as a father figure, he saved you as a kid and raised you, now he doesn't know if you're still alive, but he will soon find out.

Your outfit, hairstyle and makeup style:

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'I'm Rocket...'

'I'm y/n...' you reply, you're about 5 years old here, you're stuck in one of the cages on the planet of Xandar.

You're a treasure to them, something they've never seen, so you were locked up for testing, but not if it's up to Rocket.

'I'm gonna get you out of here okay?' He asks and you slowly nod.

He pries the lock and it clicks open, immediately setting off the alarms.

'Oh boy we gotta go...Groot, hold her for me will ya?'

'I am Groot...' he replies as he extends his arms and scoots you up.

Both start to run and you cling onto the large tree man. You look back at the cages and you close your eyes.

You startled awake and you're already hyperventilating. You try to contain your breathing but it just turns worse and worse.

'Y/n, hey hey, I'm here...you have to focus on me...' Rocket rushes into the room and jumps on your bed.

'I can't... breathe...device....now...' You wheeze and Rocket snits the device from your nightstand and hands it to you.

You put the device to your mouth and you press the small button, releasing the gas inside of you.

Rocket specifically designed this so it will help you calm down after a dream or just have the panic attacks, you often don't need it but you're glad you have it when you do.

Your breathing slows down and you swallow thickly. Wiping the sweat from your forehead.

'You okay?' Rocket asks.

You nod and swings your legs over the edge of the bed and steady yourself.

'Bad dream?' He asks and you shake your head.

'Just another attack?' He's worried you can tell.

You nod and he sighs.

'They've been getting worse...' you speak up.

'I'm making more of that gas, I already have a load of new ones bottled up for you...'

'Thanks....' you smile at him.

'You sure you don't wanna come with me?'

'Honestly?, not really, but you know, there's gotta be one smart person for each group...I mean, not gonna let Quill lead us..'

'You've got that right...promise me one thing...'

'Anything..'

'Promise me you will be careful...he's not someone you just take out, he's strong...'

'I know...and I will be careful I promise...'

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'One more attack and y/n will die...we have to find a way out of here soon...' Nebula walks into the control room of the Milano.

'I'm working on it, what's she up to now?' Tony replies.

'Resting from the last one...she used up all her gas now...like I said... she can't afford to have another one...'

'Any idea what causes the attacks?'

'Anxiety...and something else which she refuses to tell anyone besides Rocket and Groot...'

'So what's the deal with her and the raccoon?'

'Rocket saved her when she was a child, she was locked up on Xandar...he and Groot got her out and Rocket raised her as his own...'

'So he's like her guardian?'

'Yes...'

'Any chance that we're getting out of here if we don't find anything?'

'Probably not...'

'Shit...'

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Your attack started just before Carol lands the ship. You're breathing heavily and it sounds like you're choking.

You can feel the ship collide with the ground and you try to stay awake as long as possible, knowing that going to sleep might actually be the end for you.

The hatch opens and Nebula scoops you up.

'She needs help, she doesn't have any gas anymore...'

Rocket immediately pulls the gas from his belt and hands it to Nebula.

Nebula lays you down the grass and opens your mouth, puts the bottle against your lips and presses the button that releases it. You're not reacting which isn't a good sign.

'Come on y/n, come on...' Rocket repeats over and over again.

'I just got you back okay?, wake up come on...' he whispers.

You then gasp and open your eyes. You cough as you sit up.

Rocket immediately hugs you tight and you catch your breath with a small smile on your face.

Finally together again.