Guardians of The Galaxy - Rocket's Bullet

II. Escape to Berhert

       On the way back to the Milano, I watch Rocket go up and sit into my co-piolet seat. Normally I would've protested against it, but I don't want us to get into another argument, so I let it slide just this once. I was already still angry enough. So, I stood beside and watch Rocket's fingers pin in the coordinates for Xandar and my gaze makes him pause. He looks down at me when he stopped, and his face is soft. No anger, no sadness, he looks a little curious but nothing bad. 

       I look at him the same, longing for the air between us to settle. I stared longer than I intended to, something about the way he represents himself is nothing I ever seen before in a person let alone a guy. He was staring at me too, but this time it didn't feel harsh. I dart my eyes hiding a soft smile. Until my face dropped, it doesn't mean that everything is fixed. I walk off letting Rocket fly the ship not looking at anyone on the way to the workshop.

       "You, okay?" I suddenly heard above me. I look up and meet Peter's eyes. He was shirtless holding a sky-blue shirt in his hands. I just stuff my hands into my jacket pockets.

       "Not gonna scold me to put on a shirt?" He smirked; I could tell he was really trying to lighten my mood. I playfully scoffed letting out a small laugh.

"No, not this time." I answered jokingly. Normally I would scold him to put on a shirt. 

"But seriously though you, okay?" He asked the same question again.

       "Yeah, I'm okay just going to the workshop to clear my head a bit." I answer honestly. He gave me a look.

       "Don't worry Rocket's flying the ship if ya wanna join him." I added before finally walking off past Gamora cuffing her 'sister'. 

       I finally walk inside the workshop, slump onto the small bed in the room, and toss my gun on the ground across the room huffing and quietly muttering under my breath, "big-headed, arrogant, cocky golden princess. Think she knows everything, who do the hell ya think you are?" I stopped muttering. This wasn't helping me at all. I get up from the bed, take off my jacket and jump onto the seat in front of the work desk tinkering with every scrap part in reach, I just wanted to calm down until we get to Xandar. 

Small Peter POV

       I picked up a blue t-shirt lying around and give it a quick sniff test, yup this'll work. Before I could put it on, I see Bullet walking away from the cockpit looking down. I thought she was gonna be flying the ship.

"You, okay?" I asked her. 

       She stopped walking to look up at me only to not respond and stuff her hands in her jacket pockets. Silent treatment huh? Not for long.

       "Not gonna scold me to put on a shirt~?" I joke smirking at her. I remember well she used to a lot.

       She playfully scoffed letting out a small laugh. I smirk at her knowing that would work. Back when me and Bullet first met, I have this little method I used to get her to talk to me when she was in a bad mood. It's good to know it still works.

"No not this time." She answered jokingly.

"But seriously though you, okay?" I ask again getting back on subject. 

       "Yeah, I'm okay I'm just going to the workshop to clear my head a bit." She answered honestly. I gave her an uncertain look.

        "Don't worry Rocket's flying the ship if ya wanna join him." She added before finally walking off past Gamora and Nebula.