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- ', [𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥] ꒱ ↷🖇

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Scott was seated on the benches outside the compound, preparing a taco for himself and Y/N, who was waiting for Bruce and Rocket as they would be traveling to New Asgard together.

Up ahead in the trees, a ship was about to land on the clearing beside the compound. The force of the engines from the vessel released a gust of wind that blew the contents of Scott's taco from the hard shell. Y/N brushed the lettuce off of her face with a frown and didn't say anything, only because it was Scott.

"Hey, Humies! Where's Big Green?" Rocket yelled over at them.

"Kitchen," Scott answered, raising his voice to yell, "I think," he leaned back closer to Y/N, "Is that a raccoon?" he whispered, squinting his eyes at Rocket descending down the steps of the now landed Milano.

"You'll get used to it," Y/N patted his back, "Hey Nebula," she smiled as Nebula walked past them into the compound.

"Hi," Nebula gave her a small, kind smile that she could muster and frowned at the man beside her.

"That's awesome," Scott pointed at the Milano and nodded, feeling the need to talk and make his presence known.

"Rhodey," Nebula pressed the comms attached to her jacket, "Careful on the re-entry, Y/N's with an idiot in the landing zone," and just as she said so, Rhodey landed in front of Y/N and Scott on one knee, startling them.

"What the hell!" Y/N jumped in her seat abruptly.

"Oh God!" Scott placed a hand to his chest, dropping the hard shell of the taco to the ground.

"What's up, regular-size man?" Rhodey greeted in slight mock and turned to Y/N, "You heading out?"

"Should be," Y/N replied, still not recovered from the scare and had a hand over her heart just like Scott.

With a nod, he left the two just as Bruce came walking towards them with a bag slung across his torso and a few stacks of taco held in one hand. He stared at Scott for a moment and passed him two tacos with a kind smile.

After bidding farewell to Scott, Y/N walked along with Bruce towards the Milano where Rocket was waiting for them at the foot of it. "Meeko!" Y/N grinned as she reached the raccoon and the two exchanged a small high five, "How's it going?"

"Eh," Rocket shrugged as they walked up the stairs into the ship, together "I still don't know what all those names mean."

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The trip to New Asgard wasn't as long as Y/N had expected it to be. She was seated on the seat behind Bruce and Rocket as the piloted the ship after having a beer. Her head was on one arm rest and legs draped over the other.