Guardians of The Galaxy - Rocket's Bullet

V2 I. The Sovereign Job

The Sovereign - Present Time

      "Showtime A-Holes!" Peter announces as we all suit up for our next job. Which was to protect a bunch of precious batteries from a hungry Abilisk on the Sovereign Planet and I gotta admit, this planet is pretty cool. A techno city kinda place. Peter's using his old game that I've modified to be able to track the creature through dimensions, "It'll be here any minute." 

      "Which will be its loss." Gamora said behind me cocking her gun. I notice Peter look at her shockingly. 

"I thought your thing was a sword?" Peter says a little down, looking offended for some reason.

      Gamora rolls her eyes, "We've been hired to stop an interdimensional beast from feeding on those batteries and I'm gonna stop it with a sword?" She asks him sarcastically.

      I scoff from beside her, "I mean he's not wrong..." I take out the Bison Mark gun Peter gave me earlier and raise my eyebrows teasingly at her. She only rolls her eyes again.

      Peter still isn't over the fact that she's stealing his moves, "It's just," he pouts, "swords were your thing and guns were mine." Me and Gamora smirk at each other, watching him winge, "But I guess the three of us are doing guns now. I just didn't know that."

      I laugh a bit at Peter, "Relax Pete," He looks at me annoyed, "We both decided to switch," I shrug, "Spice it up a little, ya know?" He scrunches up his face at my comment and it did sound a little weird, "Besides it's been a while since I shot something." I look over my gun. 

      There has been a lot on my mind and Peter had suggested that using a gun again might help with my mood, something about stress relief. Me and Gamora have also grown a lot closer now that I don't spend as much time with Rocket anymore. I'm still mentally hurt from that night is the reason what me and Rocket had ended so maybe I'll take Peter's advice about using my old gun. Me and Gamora nod at each other before I remove my jacket and put on the Aero-Rig. 

      Drax walks between me, and Gamora and she looks confused, "Drax, why aren't you wearing one of Rocket and Bullet's Aero-Rigs?" She scolds him a little bit, pfft it must be hard being the mother of the Guardians. 

      I try not to look at Rocket when she mentions the fact that we designed these things together. A memory that I shake away, physically.

"It hurts." Drax responds and everyone looks at him strangely.

     "It hurts?" I look at him intrigued, there is no way these things could hurt, I designed them so they specifically wouldn't, although they have been a little redesigned with emergency components.

Drax looks away from us, shyly and mutters, "I have sensitive nipples."

     Rocket loudly laughs, "My nipples hurt, oh goodness me!!~" He mocks him by pretending to rub his own nipples and I couldn't help but snicker a bit until I see him look at me. I clear my throat and look away from him, focusing back on my gun. He reciprocates the attitude and looks away from me as well making me let out a silent breath of relief. Since he snapped at me on the ship the tension has gotten a lot worse. We've never spoken to each other like that before and honestly, I feel angrier more than I feel bad for Rocket.

     Drax points his finger at Rocket, changing the subject, "What about him?" he shouts, and I stand back a little out of the crossfire, "What's he doing?"

     Rocket's tone is sharper now, "I'm finishing this so that we can listen to tunes while we work." and I try not to think about how bad it feels to not do that together anymore.