Avengers x Reader

Rocket x Reader: Labels

I had an idea for a rocket story for what feels like forever. But I had far too much trouble working on it, so I scrapped it and I am starting over. I hope you like this instead!

You woke up in the middle of the night when you felt your throat was a little sore. You whined a little. Your bed was so warm! But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep with a sore throat. So you got up slowly and exited your room.

Rocket had long since given up on sleep. Why? Come on, we all know why. Nightmares. He sat up and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water to help bring him back down to reality.

When Rocket entered the kitchen, he saw you drinking a water bottle.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" He asked. "Thirsty. What's your excuse?" "I, uh... just couldn't sleep." "Uh-huh. Well, if you're looking for the water, I sadly took the last one." You said, holding it up. "Nah, it's fine." "Well... can I make you a drink?" "Huh?" "You heard me, Rocket. I don't mind." He shrugged. "Alright. Well, give me you're best." He said with a slight smile.

You then went and grabbed some things to make him your personal favorite alcoholic beverage. (IF YOU DON'T DRINK, REPLACE THIS WITH YOUR FAVORITE DRINK!!!) So while you were mixing it together, you spoke. "Why couldn't you sleep?" He stiffened up, nervous that you would ask that question. You quickly picked up on his tense attitude and apologized.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just curious." "Don't worry about it... I just keep gettin' these stupid ass nightmares. They won't freakin' stop." You frowned. You had finished the drink so you poured it into a cup and placed it in front of him. He slowly grabbed it and began chugging it.

"Hey, take it easy. I don't want ya to get sick." He didn't respond. At least not at first. "Y/n, do ya think I'm a person?" "What?" You said, clearly taken aback by the question. You were not at all ready for that. "I always hear ya humies call me a raccoon. Or others call me a vermit or rodent. I don't even know what the hell that even means. I was..." He sighed. "I'm fucking sick of it...!" He said.

"Rocket." You said, reaching your hand over to pet him. But he looked at you and you hesitantly put it back down. "Look, I know you feel like you are not a person. You get all these labels, but you are taking it as your own even though you don't agree with it." He looked at you, clearly confused. You sighed and rubbed your temples to see if you could come up with an example.

"Okay, so, let's say that people call me a bitch." "Ya can be." You glared at him. "Come on!! That was funny!" He said in his defense. "Are you gonna let me talk?" "Yeah, sorry." He said with a snicker. "So, let's ALSO say that I don't agree with that label. Would I accept that label as my own if I don't think it's true? No. So, in YOUR case, you get called raccoon. If you don't agree with it, don't call yourself not a person. Ya get it?" "Yeah, I think so."

You both then shifted topics into other stuff, but all the while, with you both drinking your respective beverages. You both knew that you had stayed up too late was when Groot came into the kitchen.

"Hey, Groot!" "I am Groot." "Nah, we've just stayed up." "I don't know about Rocket, but I don't typically wake up late." Groot nodded. "I am Groot." "Wait, what time is it?" "I am Groot." "CRAP! Already 5:45!?!" You yelled. Rocket had flinched. "That was right in my ear, bitch!" You smacked him on the back of the head, receiving an ow as your reward.

"I gotta head to bed. Good night y'all." You said, tossing your water bottle into the trash can. 

Fun fact, you and Rocket made it into a habit to stay up late and drink! You weren't complaining though, it was always fun to hang out with your favorite trash panda. :D

The End

Me: I kinda feel like I wrote this really fucking poorly. I honestly was gonna make a romantic twist, but I didn't feel in the mood. So Imma sworry. >-<

Rocket: Grace ain't taking any requests. She's got plenty of those so back off! Plus, apparently she's got some kinda graduation?

Me: Yup. Goodbye high school. 0.0