Rocket x Reader PART 2

A Plan is Executed

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 "(Y/N)! Wake the hell up!"

I felt someone gripping my shoulders as I was violently shaken. I mumbled a bit and shrugged off the intruder, but again, I was being shaken. "What the fuck?! Knock it off already!" In my half asleep state I took a swing, only to have my punch stopped in mid-air. I blinked open my eyes and yawned. It was then I realized Rocket was standing next to me holding my fist mere inches from his nose.

"You try that again and we'll see what happens to our pretty princess." He warned with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Get up. If you plan on cooking, now's the time to do it."

I glanced at my clock. I almost overslept. If it hadn't been for Rocket to come in and shake me awake, I would have screwed up everything we planned! I scrambled out of bed and rushed past my companion. I made it to the kitchen and began to ever so quietly pull out pots and pans. Once I started heating things up, Rocket hovered around me like a hawk.

"Hey, vulture, why are you hanging around me?" I inquired as I scrambled some eggs.

"Just making sure you're not gonna burn yourself or cut off a finger." Rocket countered.

"I did tell you I was in culinary academy on Earth, right?"

"You failed to mention that,"

Things were going smoothly - everything was cooked to perfection and I was in the process of plating some items when some boiling hot liquid splashed onto my shorts. At first, I thought nothing of it, as this sort of thing happened occasionally in the academy. Somebody'd spill something on their sleeve or pants with no damage done. But when the I felt the sting of the burn, I hissed in pain. I knew immediately that this would not be pretty. It'd probably leave a scar, too. I've had enough burns to know what was what.

Lucky for me, Rocket hadn't noticed because he was setting up the music. Any minute now the rest of the crew would be waking up which meant I had to get the food up to the deck. I hastily plated the rest of the food and placed it on our table, happy to see that the candles were lit and Rocket's projector were already on.

I made my way back down to the lower deck just in time. Drax had already stumbled from his room and sat down at the table.

"(Y/N). Did you make this?" He asked wondrously.

I blushed. "Uhh, yeah I did. Why?"

"Because this is amazing." He chomped down heartily and I was glad that I made extras. Soon after, Quill and Gamora came filing out. "Hey! Where's our food?" He gestured to the rest of us who were already seated and eating.

"Oh, it's upstairs." Rocket said.

Quill gave a 'really?' look before looking to Gamora. "Why are our plates upstairs?" She asked.

Rocket looked at me and shrugged. I stealthily lifted my bare foot and loosened some of the bolts on both chairs.

"Uuh, well you see...the chairs are broken.." at that precise one of the foot rails fell off on one while the seat slumped on the other.

"Well, that's inconvenient." Rocket noted with a raised eyebrow. I refused to look him in the eye.

"Very. Well, I guess we'll just have to eat upstairs." Quill indicated that Gamora should lead the way as they climbed upstairs. I kept a stoic face as I waited to hear a reaction but all I heard were incoherent mumbles.

"How did the chairs break so suddenly?" Drax questioned but I sent him a glare that shut him up. Groot had woken up and climbed his way up to the table and I scooted a plate towards him with small portions of everything.

"I am Groot!" He said happily and I patted his little head. "You're welcome, bud."

Rocket turned to me with laser eyes and a smirk. "So, how did the chairs break so suddenly?"

I dumped his and my plate in the sink. "I can do things with my feet, like unlock doors and undo a few bolts in a chair." I explained without looking at anybody. Back on Earth people thought I was strange or weird and called me names for such things, even as a child. I always had a knack for using my feet as a substitute for hands. My combat "training" helped as well.

"Well that explains a lot." Rocket said deadpan and gave Drax a strange look.

I deflated and my shoulders slumped. "Sorry if I weird you out. It was the only thing I could do last minute."

Rocket grabbed my hand. "I think it's pretty cool. And if you hadn't done it, our plan wouldn't have worked." He whispered lowly. "Listen," I turned my head a bit towards the stairwell and I heard soft laughter as music played softly through the ship.

We exchanged knowing looks before going aboutour normal morning routine.